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Post by emilybuj on Nov 29, 2012 23:30:11 GMT -5
Marley shrugged. "It's not all its hyped up to be," she promised. "It's school. It sucks. We just don't have to wear uniforms." She said, pointing out the most obvious difference between the two schools. Though honestly her opinion was incredibly biased, as Marley was not known to fit in anywhere. So she couldn't even tell Everett that she fit in fine. Because she didn't.
"I mean I don't really know what it's like over there but I imagine it can't be all that much worse," she said with a sigh. Then again, she landed herself in detention and community service pretty consistently. That was enough to ruin any time at school.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 1, 2012 2:46:17 GMT -5
"Honestly, I wouldn't mind the whole not wearing uniforms thing. I hate looking like a carbon copy of everybody else," Everett stated, wrinkling his nose at the blue uniform he wore daily. He treasured the weekends and after school hours because he could wear whatever he wanted. "I just...I feel like Veritas would be more of a home to me, I don't know. Spiritus doesn't have as many students and it's supposedly 'elite.' I just don't get why there are two schools anyway. I know it's something about the headmasters, but I think it's stupid. That's all I'm saying." He realized he was rambling and looked over at her. "Anyway, you heading back anytime soon?"
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 1, 2012 23:23:52 GMT -5
"Uh..." Marley started with a shrug. "Not really. I mean... I was going to go to the abandoned building I was telling you about earlier. Paint and stuff." she said. She spent a lot of time in the old building. She had managed to pull away one of the boarded up windows and let herself inside to paint the brick walls of the old garage. She kept a supply of spray paint and a couple of masks in there so she wouldn't inhale anything she shouldn't be. She liked the set up. It was really private. Nobody bothered her. Nobody yelled at her to stop. It worked well. And it got her away from school.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 2, 2012 18:44:45 GMT -5
Honestly, Everett didn't want to go back to campus, at least not just yet. School was even more so annoying lately, especially since everybody was going on about the Snow Ball. Veritas was holding it this year and part of Everett wanted to go. It was fun to see how much gel he could get into his hair or how ridiculous he could look while dancing, but who was he supposed to go with?
"Paint and stuff? Hm, I wouldn't mind coming with. Graffiti is something I haven't mastered yet," he told her as he stood up from the chair.
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 2, 2012 19:09:31 GMT -5
Marley watched Everett stand up, a little bit slackjawed. She hadn't meant to invite him. In fact, looking back upon the conversation, she was 99% sure he had invited himself. She could easily tell him to go fuck himself and crawl back to Spiritus. Part of her wanted to. Nobody had ever seen her grafitti, and that was part of the reason she liked it. It couldn't be judged. It was her own little world.
Another part of Marley was just telling her to throw the kid a bone though. It seemed he didn't have friends, and Marley sure as hell knew how lonely that could be. If he got annoying she could always throw him out the window. It wouldn't take too much energy to do that. "Uh..." Marley started. "Sure... I guess you can come." she stood up as well, throwing out the cup which held her drink, and the paper from the muffin. She walked out the door, and looked behind her to see if Everett was actually following her.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 2, 2012 20:14:43 GMT -5
Marley seemed a little thrown off by the fact that Everett wanted to join. Then again, Everett thought over the conversation and was pretty sure he had just invited himself to tag along when she obviously wanted to be on her own, but still...Marley was walking out of Tim Horton's as if she was on her own, only glancing back to see if he was following. What did that even mean? Did she want him to follow? Was she hoping he wouldn't?
He caught up to her, the doorbell dinging as he left. She was a few steps ahead of him when he spoke. "You're not used to being around people, are you?" I mean, Everett was social by nature. Sure he was a little annoying and sometimes too much and maybe he didn't shut up, but if he wasn't surrounded by people, things felt wrong. Even when he was reading his comic books. At least then he had something interesting to do though. "You're not very good at it, I'm just saying."
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 2, 2012 20:37:16 GMT -5
Marley turned and glared at Everett. It took him that fucking long to come to that conclusion. She sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Yeah I guess you could say that," she mumbled, stuffing her hands in her pockets. Although it would be more accurate to say Marley wasn't used to being around nice people. She wasn't used to people caring or wanting to spend time with her. She wasn't sued to people taking her seriously.
There was a REASON she wasn't good at being social. Everett seemed to be challenging this. "And I don't try to be good at it, so whatever." the building wasn't too far, and it only took them their short conversation to get there. Marley turned into a dark alleyway, and looked behind her to see if Everett was still following her. She realized it probably seemed shady as fuck, but she didn't care. She pulled at the wooden board on one of the windows, and took it off, setting it on the ground as she jumped up and climbed into the pitch dark building.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 2, 2012 21:01:39 GMT -5
Everett should have realized that would offend her. "Sorry," he muttered as they turned down a dark alley. It seemed like the kind of place where somebody would get murdered and it was odd that Marley seemed to look like she was at home, tearing away a board and climbing into the dark building. "I didn't mean to offend you. I mean, not everybody is social or likes to be social. But not everybody you'll meet is an asshat. I mean, maybe I'm an asshat, I don't know." She'd disappeared into the darkness of the building. "If you want me to fuck off, you can just say so. You know that, right? I'm not a lost little puppy. I can take it. Just like I could take your insults about my hair. Not much gets to me, honestly." He shrugged. Things only bothered him for a short while, before he just let them go.
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 2, 2012 21:18:37 GMT -5
"You talk a lot you know that?" Marley said simply, turning to look at Everett but not being able to see him through the dark. She walked through the building easily though, knowing where she was going. It only took her a moment to find the switch she was looking for. A few large lights which hung from the ceiling turned on revealing all the work Marley had done to the large two-story high room in the past two years.
The entire bottom has been painted in landscapes. One wall was a city, and the underground subway/sewer portion of it. Part of the city was burning in a somehow beautiful way. The city blended into a field of flowers and trees on another wall. Which then blended into a small town on the third, which blended into an ocean filled with various beautiful and frightening sea creatures on the fourth. Now Marley was working upward. The skies of her field were being filled with birds and the city was being filled with planes and helicopters The further up she worked, the darker her skies got, and now she was beginning to spraypaint space and alien planet landsapes toward the top of the walls. At least when she wasn't changing something she didn't like down below. Recently she had been working on the sea creatures deciding she didn't like some of them anymore.
But this place was her getaway. It was where everything could be what she wanted it to be, and more.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 2, 2012 21:23:03 GMT -5
"That's your response?" Everett called out into the pitch blackness of the building. He felt like someone who'd just sent somebody a very long text message only to get 'k' in response. Only Marley's was slightly more sarcastic. "You're just going to leave me out here?" He tapped his foot and his eyes darted around. Okay, creepy alley. "This asshat is not staying out here alone!" He ducked inside, feeling his way around in the dark just before lights began to flicker on and the place came to life before him. "Marl-" he began, just as he came through the other side to look upon the walls.
They were covered in landscapes and it was something that Everett could barely believe came from someone so pessimistic as Marley. Maybe anger could be a useful emotion. "Shit," he said, it being just a whisper.
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 2, 2012 21:39:47 GMT -5
Marley walked over to one of the tables which had been left in the abandoned building. It was littered with cans of spray paint and medical masks. She grabbed one and put it on. She hadn't heard Everett's whisper but she looked up to see he had followed her inside and was looking around at her paintings. "You might want this," she said throwing a mask in his direction, it landing a few feet away from him. "It gets kind of musty in here pretty quick." She shuffled through her paints and grabbed some grey and blue, walking over to the giant whale which was left unfinished in her ocean scene. She never considered what she did amazing. It was just what she did. It was a step above grafitti and a step below actual art to her. And it made her feel a little less crazy. So she continued, and now the little brick room was like a wonderland of color. And Marley was nearly broke from all the paint she had bought.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 3, 2012 12:12:11 GMT -5
Marley didn't say much else and only tossed him a medical mask so he wouldn't inhale the fumes. He bent down and picked it up off of the floor where it had landed by his feet. "Glad you care about my health," he replied, still stunned at her lack of response to his rambling. Although he shouldn't be, this was Marley. He hadn't known her very long, but he was beginning to see how she acted even if he didn't know the reasons why she acted that way.
She was grabbing some paints and walking over to the wall where an ocean scene was left unfinished. "This isn't your typical graffiti," he said, his voice seeming to echo off of the walls. "This is like...murals."
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 3, 2012 17:25:24 GMT -5
"More or less I suppose," Marley admitted, shaking a can of grey spray paint. "It started out just plain graffiti. That's why one half of my city is covered in it," she explained, pointing to that section she was talking about. "I got bored with it." She sprayed the wall over a few times trying to get her desired shade by mixing in some blue.
Marley had never realized how the place echoed. She had always been alone when she had gone. Then she realized that meant Everett was the only other person to ever see what she had accomplished. "A lot more intricate than 'school sucks' huh?" she asked referring to their earlier conversation.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 4, 2012 2:19:48 GMT -5
"Way more intricate," Everett said, still gazing at the artwork around him that decorated the walls. He was impressed and shocked. "Guess I pegged you wrong. School sucks is way below you." He cracked a smile because she remembered their previous conversation. At least she'd been listening to him somewhat, although Everett guessed at a certain point he'd tune himself out too.
"This is art, you know that, right? You're good at it!" He said it as if he was trying to knock some sense into her. She seemed to see it as some pointless hobby that she did because she was bored, but this could be something that set her apart from others.
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 4, 2012 8:53:12 GMT -5
Marley looked around her, and then shrugged. She could see why he would say that, but she didn't see it that way. Most of what she did Marley considered some screwed up product of her messed up mind. Which is why the city was on fire. And some of her fish had three eyes. "I guess," she said without much though. She put the cans of paint down and turned to Everett.
"You sound like you're trying to convince me of something. For the record I know what I do is different and maybe even good but it's not something I'm trying to share with the world," she looked at him with a serious face. She didn't expect him to understand, but maybe respect what she was saying. "You're the only other person who knows about any of this," she added.
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