c.obwebs in the c.ourtyard (open)

[!Skye*]

Sebastian Schrodinger

A wind rustled the little oaks and willows that poked their young heads out of light Winter snowfall, their leaves shaken nearly completely to the ground. Mockingbirds chirped pleasantly in the dry hazel branches of the oak trees, their wings folded over their little feathered sides for warmth. Other than the simple hissing of the wind and the birdsong that it carried in its arms, all was silent. All but quiet footsteps that tapped on the brick pathways leading from the courtyard to the fields. Untied laces dragged with the noise of the tapping shoes, adding another slithering sound to the open air. The birds took wing and fluttered into the gray sky as the sounds grew closer, the figure stepping out into the fallen white snow. A small notepad was gripped firmly in one of Sebastian's hands, the papers rustling with each percussive beat from his walking. A small, yellow graphite pencil was gripped loosly in the other. Sebastian grasped his little black sweater with his hand, tucking the pencil into his pocket as he did so. He reached into the other pocket and oulled out a thin pair of gloves, slipping them carefully over his cold, pink fingers. They warmed his hands, and he stopped his shivering.

Finally, Sebastian reached a long wooden bench, placed conveniently beside a birch tree, where the bluejays hopped and sang. Once again, the pencil was taken out from his pocket and gripped in his warm, gloved hand. The notepad was layed across his blue jeans on his lap, his feet were rested on the tiny brick terrace under the bench. He lifted his right hand, and began to sketch the little jays in the tree above him. The graphite representation of it was clear and beautiful and clean, showing every detail of the feathered creature nicely. It hopped onto the snow and took flight to meet the others in the ominous clouds.

Sebastian flipped the page of the drawing pad and revealed a new, clean white paper. He lifted his head, making the black hair upon it swing to the side as he surveyed the field. The tall wall behind him, made of dark red bricks, had a series of cobwebs. They were glittering from the dew in the dimmed morning light. They were a work of art in themselves. So, scooting his body to the side, he faced the wall behind him. The graphite drew a clean line, then another, then another. Sebastian used his finger to smudge the markings where it was needed, creating the dirty sense of the dust on the wall. He continued sketching furiously until a vague figure of the cobwebs was layed out on the page. He slowly added to the scene, until every detail was transferred from its physical existance to the old page of the drawing pad.

The resemblence fascinated Sebastian. He had never drawn well until recently, and since then he had nearly mastered the skill. he prefered not to tell though. He sat out in the wind on the old and creaky bench for a while. Nobody came, but it didn't seem to effect Sebastian's consistantly content mood. He was happy whether if in good company, of just when alone. The pad kept losing more of the white and adding more dark gray. The picture got better and better with each passing minute. Little chunks of ice formed onto the edges of his gloves, melting and soaking them. Sebastian removed them from his hands, deciding that it would be warmer to have no gloves then wet ones.

He turned the page and drew more of his surroundings. He flipped another page, then another, sharpening his pencil consistantly when it got dull. He seldom used his eraser. What he drew was already wonderful. Sebastian finally closed his eyes for a moment and listened to more of the birdsong filling the air. I wish I could draw the music. Its so pretty. He opened them again, drawing another sketch of the bird singing it. He did draw something relating to the music. The picture made the songs ring in his ears at their sight. It was amazing. He watched the graphite sing to him.

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"La la la, la la la laaa,"

[/color] A sweet female voice came from the koi pond in the courtyard. Sitting on the far end of the pond, hidden from view by tall reeds was a blonde haired teenager. Her bare feet were dangling over the edge, submerged in the water. Brightly coloured koi swam around her feet, attracted to the aura of calm that surrounded her at all time. Soft grey eyes were fixed on the pond, watching the ripples caused by her gently swinging legs. The sixteen year old trailed a hand in the water. She was completely relaxed. Today she hadn't healed anyone's cold or cough - which she was grateful for.

So she had come here to relax. Ocean gave a quiet sigh before slowly drawing her feet out of the water. Her hands were lightly touching the ground as she bent her legs to get up. Now she was up you could see her clothes clearly. Despite the cold she was wearing white shorts with a silver belt. On her upper half she was wearing a long sleeved light blue t-shirt with white sleeves. Ocean turned around, her long loose hair swinging as she turned. Behind her there was a long faux fur coat. The coat was white and increadibly warm. It had been sent to her by her grandparents who believes she was attending genius school. The female shrugged on the coat and buttoned it up. Now she was warm, hot even.

Grey eyes looked around her, searching for her shoes. Finding them half hidden behind a shorter clump of reeds, she gave a little smile. Ocean bent down to pick up the white canvas trainers but didn't put them on. Instead she kept them in her hands, preffering to keep her feet bare. She ran a hand through her hair and began to head towards the door to the building but something stopped her in her tracks. She could sense someone near by. The girl turned around and spotted the person she'd sensed. A guy was looking at a drawing pad, completely immersed by whatever he saw there. The quiet girl began to walk towards him, her bare feet making no sound on the snow strewn ground. Ocean halted behind him, looking at the pad. Wow. That was the best drawing she'd ever seen. It captured the old wall perfectly. Almost unconsciously she breathed out her delight. "Wow... that's beautiful,"[/color] Ocean blushed, embarrassed and waited to be confrontd by a no doubt angry guy. She could deal with it though. A light touch from her fingers would calm him down straight away if things took a turn for the worse.
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[!Skye*]

Sebastian Schrodinger;;

A small feather spiraled in the wind from the jay's bright wing, and circled until it landed on the crisp snow, just beside Sebastian's foot. He bent down and lifted it up. Two dark eyes examined it for a moment, before he stood and placed it in the lacework of the tree's branches. He smiled, then sat down again with his pencil, completely focused on his work. A sound disturbed the air. It wasn't a bird's song, this time, nor the howling of the swift, clod zephyrs that rode through the skies. It was a human's voice. "Wow... that's beautiful." The voice began. Sebastian, as much as he was startled, only began to turn subtly, completely hiding evidence that he had been frightened, even if his onlooker already could tell. The first thing that the seventeen year old notices was long blonde locks of hair. Then he saw a face with bright and rosy cheeks from the cold. He curved his head over his right shoulder, and smiled at sight of the figure. "Oh, hello. Thanks." He did his best to avoid the akward aspect that tagged along with conversations of this type most of the time. The girl blushed, and Sebastian could see it, brightening her cheeks even more. "I'm Sebastian Schrodinger." He felt confident that this would not turn out akward. He always began conversationd mostly the same way; he replied to whatever comment they put forth, and began with his name. It seemed to work. By the way that the young lady seemed to be standing, Sebastian couldn't quite tell if she was wanting to sit, or simply admiring his work.

He scooted to the side fo the bench which he had before occupied the middle of, making room for her to sit dow if she so pleased. It was a simple gesture of an invitation and plain kindness. As he did so, he clumsily dropped his pencil through the cracks of the wooden bench. He bend over to pick it up quickly, before turning to the girl once again. He smiled brightly, assuming that his cheeks were probably a little bit light, at least compared to his pale skin. "Would you like to sit down? There's lots of room." Sebastian scratched the side of his left arm quickly, both for the warmth of the friction, and partially because, well, his arm was itchy. Two grey eyes trailed off towards the brisk, snowy ground, and immediatly he noticed her feet--bare and pale almost positively from the winter frost. Wow, aren't your feet cold? He stared in astonishment. he found it hard to keep warm in his thick black sweater. I don't know how you stand the bare snow. Please, come and sit. Sebastian set down the notepad in the middle of the bench, placing the pencil on top of the middle. He folded his hands over his lap.

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"Oh, hello. Thanks." Ocean smiled, half dazed by his accent. It sounded German, if she could remember the videos from German class in her old school correctly. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. The trainers dangled from her hand, swaying a little in the swirling wind. "I'm Sebastian Schrodinger." Definitely a German name then. Ocean took a small step forwards, the cold seeping up from below her feet. Her feet were still cold but she preffered to be bare footed. She felt closer to nature and life with no shoes preventing her from suffering. "I'm Ocean Grey,"

[/color] she replied with a shy smile. Ocean swapped her shoes into her spare hand in order to shake her aching hand. That done she saw that Sebastian had scooted to the end of the bench. Kind grey eyes watched as he dropped his book and retrieved it. Her kindly nature overlooked the fact that his cheeks had gone a little pink, obviously from embarrassed about his clumsiness. Ocean studied the fingernails on her free hand, making a mental note to paint them teal later on. She looked up, hoping that Sebastian was OK now. "Would you like to sit down? There's lots of room."

Ocean stood still, not from reluctance but because of the simple matter that her feet were frozen. A single movement would just about kill her with the pain. Ocean couldn't help but smile. Yes, she was a healer but she couldn't heal herself so she'd have to grimace and bear the pain. "Wow, aren't your feet cold?" Ocean looked back up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. "They're cold but I grew up in the snow so I'm used to it." With a sigh she began to pull one of her feet free, the pale blue veins that wound through her foot easily visible. Ocean winced as the snow that had clung to her skin began to crack against her pushing. After half a minute of moving her feet around she was free. "I don't know how you stand the bare snow. Please, come and sit."[/color] Ocean walked over to the bench, feet protesting with every step. At long last she sank down onto the bench, ignoring the thin layer of frost that covered it. Ocean slipped her shoes on, not bothering to tie the laces. She turned to Sebastian, legs curled up under and slightly beside her. "Uhh... Sorry about standing there. I didn't really have a choice. My feet had frozen to the ground, you see. So, what's your power?"[/color] Ocean spoke, her tone conversational throughout. Even when she said about her feet freezing to the ground she kept a straight face. Ocean blew on a strand of hair that kept falling into her face to 'pull' it back. Needless to say it was there again a second later. Ocean giggled to herself. Suddenly she grinned at Sebastian. Yep, she was a very friendly person.

ooc;; I was looking through Ocean's bio when I noticed that her and Sebastian are both born on April the 2nd! Creepy, huh? They're exactly one year apart. Cool... -babbles on and away-

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[!Skye*]

Ooc: Wow, that's really cool! xD

Sebastian Schrodinger~~ Sebastian could feel his cheeks warm when he lightly blushed from embarrasment. He wasn't feeling terribly stupid, though. He had simply dropped his notebook in the snow. He glanced down to his mockingbird drawings in their warm nests. The wet, crisp snow had melted on it and it smudges slightly. It still looked fantastic. The yound femme's voice sounded through the air again, this time with a question. "Uhh... Sorry about standing there. I didn't really have a choice. My feet had frozen to the ground, you see. So, what's your power?" Sebastian looked into her eyes respectfully as she spoke, seeing the tones of the words that she spoke reflected in the mood that her eyes set. When Ocean finished, he lifted his chin slightly with a simple, "Hm." He replaced the drawing pad on the bench beside him, on the far side of the open seat. His accent dragged on his words like vines that always dangle from the tall jungle trees. "Well, you could call it a power or not, really. I have--well, I have a very acute memory, so, I can't forget anything. I'll never forget your face or your name, or what you just said, Its just how I am, really. So, I think its a pretty lame power, but at least I can't kill with it.

Sebastian pulled his dark coat more closely into his chest, wrapping his hands in with the edges of the sleeves. The frost chilled his fingertips more than before, and he didn't even pull his hands out to doodle on the off-white paper. Besides, talking to Ocean was enough to keep him occupied. So far, she seemed quite interesting. He smiled shyly and waited for a second or two serenely. His lips parted again to speak. "So, uh, what's your power, Ocean? Is it better than mine? He laughed, his accent still trailing, even in his chuckling. Now he was slightly embarrased. Everyone told him that the way he spoke was cool and made his character more interesting. He always felt very...different when he spoke. He often tried to speak without it, but that just made him feel more foreign and odd. He simply breathed, assuming that Ocean, like the others, would not think of him as odd, but as interesting. All he could do was hope. Oh, Sebastian, shut up. You go through this process every time you meet someone new. She doesn't care. He stretched his hands behind his back on the wooden arm of the bench. Suddenly, a small, sharp painstrick his palm. He brought his hand forward and examined it. Just a splinter, carry on. He thought.

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