I know you know who I am

[christinametz]

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It was hands down. This was his absolute favorite smell in the entire world. He smiled warmly, taking a deep breath as he lifted the cap off the bottle of the black acrylic.

It was like nothing in the world.

Acrylic paint sure did have it's own smell, but mars black's was like none other. The moment he twisted off the white plastic lid and the aroma hit his nostrils memories of his first days at WUOA filled his mind. The days when he was that new dread locked kid. The days when he barely knew the professors, did all of his homework and went to bed on time.

Ah, the good ol'days.

Chris sighed, flipping the bottle upside down as he squeezed lightly, the thick paint sliding cooly out of the top of the bottle only to hit his wooden pallet and form a shiny puddle. He flipped the bottle back over, careful not to spill and catching the excess with his thumb. He twisted the lid back on, wiping his thumb on the side of his courderoys. No, ruining his clothes was nothing new- and it would probably never stop. He was no stranger to paint stained clothes- seeing as he didn't own any articles of clothing with out paint on them.

He hummed to himself, a familiar Dispatch tune- one of his greatest inspirations, stuck in his head.
"'Cause if you die will I get word that you're gone," He started to sing softly, pulling out a paint brush from the back of his bundled up dreads, tapping it against the table's wooden surface lightly before sticking it's bristled edge into the acrylic. "Or will I hear in it passing conversation. Or will I stop short and fall to the ground. Distance is short when your hand carries what your eye found."

He continued with his lyrics, envisioning it's rythmic beat only in his mind, pushing the side of putting his iPod adapter into the professor's stereo and jamming the real way, as he set his brush on the edge of the pallet to fetch an easel and drag it over to the table.

"Now, Mr. Metz," A low, rather horse voice interrupted his thoughts, he turned quickly only to be face to face with his drawing teacher, a short stout man with white whiskers and a keen eye for detail- who happened to really like him. But Professor Nerlow was a stubborn man. If he liked you, he'd never tell. "I trust that you're well aware of the consequences if you happen to land a drop of that acrylic on my drawing table." The old man's brow raised as he traced Chris, who's easy posture and sloppy grin hardly fell from his face.

"You're busting my groove, Professor." He mocked, his smiling only widening as he successfully dragged his easel over to his spot, and set an already gessoed and sanded canvas on it's bar. "You can trust me."

The professor huffed, smirking slightly as he turned on his heel, "I'll see you tomorrow, hmm?" He asked, crossing his hands behind his back as he exited the room. "And if you put on your hooligan music, please make sure to close the doors."

Chris smiled, not so much as waving a good-bye as the old man exited and he turned back towards his easel, picking up another tune.

"Early in the morning," He sang, "Rise into the street. Light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet..."

He studied the empty canvas, tapping the brush on the table.
What now?

Never Start No Static.

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[audrey renee wood .]

just a t o u c h

Audrey was in something of a daze. She had been for days now. Her last encounter with Noah had left the girl in an odd mood. One she couldn’t explain too much. One that was not made any better by the accusations on sally sekrit’s inane blog. Honestly, didn’t people have better things to do with their time then to mess about in other people’s lives? Obviously, they didn’t. Perhaps if they all found themselves someone to engage in sexual activities with they wouldn’t mind so much that Audrey was? It was no one’s business but hers and Noah’s anyway. It should just stay that way.

It wasn’t the blog that had Miss Wood so antsy though, No that was just a mild annoyance. She could deal with that. What she was having a hard time dealing with though, was the feelings she couldn’t shake. The flashes of intimacy she had felt during the now infamous sex with Noah. To Audrey, there was a difference between true intimacy and sex. Sure, most of the time they went hand in hand, but the blonde had separated them in her mind. She knew the difference. Or at least, she thought she did. Noah was blurring the edges and it was disconcerting.

A frown was etched into her features. She needed to blow off some steam. That’s what she needed. She needed to stop wondering around the campus letting her mind mull over everything and find something to do that would actually clear her mind. Because dwelling on it? Well it really wasn’t going to work. She needed to stop pretending it would. Shaking her head, the young woman attempted to push Noah related thoughts away long enough to work out what else she should do. Before she could though, something else filled her head; music. Perhaps that was her answer? Finding the source would occupy her for at least a few minutes right?

Hearing music around the school wasn’t exactly an odd occurrence. What with all the students studying music and all. However, Audrey was almost certain that the music she could hear was coming from the art rooms. Which was a touch odd. Changing courses, she turned and headed left towards the art rooms. Sure enough, the music grew steadily louder as she walked. With any luck, the person playing the music would be interesting enough to keep Audrey occupied for a while. Pushing the door, the young woman let herself into the room. Luck was on her side. Christopher Metz could definitely hold her attention.

“Hey.”

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[christinametz]

"Got to find a reason," He continued the sing, he's smooth voice much like the leader singer of the band now on his radio- yet no match to it. Brad Nowell was an artist in himself that no one could ever imitate. But Chris' vibe and rhythm were damn close. "Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong. Got to find a reason why my money's all gone." He nodded his head to the beat, tucking a stray dread into the bundle on the back of his head as he twirled the bristle edge of the brush in a deep crimson red acrylic already on his pallet.

Chris dragged the brush in a loose zigzag motion vertically down the canvas, making his stroke as thick as possible before dipping the brush in the paint once more. He made another curvy line next to it, not bothering to wash off his brush as he dipped it in the canary yellow, making the same motion between the two red lines.

"Life is too short, so love the one you got," He sang, catching up with the chorus before dipping the brush in the yellow once more, the same line over again in front of his first red one. "'Cuz you might get run over, or you might get shot." He never planned a painting. Well, that was a lie, sure, every so often he might have a 'loose plan' but he always had his ideas in the process. And right now, he was thinking. "Never start no static, I just get it off my chest." He dipped the brush in his dark blue hue and then his white, lightening the dark to a lighter and duller blue, using the same motion on his canvas once more.

"Never had to battle with my-" He jumped, stopping abruptly to a sudden 'Hey', his sloppy grin growing as he peered over his shoulder, a familiar blonde standing in the doorway. "Miss. Audrey," He welcomed her with a half wave and a nod, tapping his brush against the easel bar to the beat of his music before shoving it back into the mapped dreads on the back of his head, careful for the bristle not to get paint in his hair. "What's good?" He asked her, leaning against his drawing table, also careful to not set his hand in his pallet.

Never Start No Static.

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Never Start No Static.

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[audrey renee wood .]

just a t o u c h

Smiling, Audrey moved into the room. She made her way to a desk near Chris, pulling herself up onto the desk. Feet resting on the chair. Audrey didn’t do things the normal way, that was for sure. “Sorry for the interruption. I just heard music and well, me being the curious person that I am, I couldn’t help but investigate.” She gave a small shrug. Given the warm greeting she had received, Audrey knew she need not apologise, However she felt it was only right to explain why she was there. If some random just waltzed into the school paper office and started talking to her, well she’d want to know why.

Not that she was a random to Chris. Or at least she hoped not. Audrey was rather fond of the young man. He was one of the truly unique souls at WUofA. There were those who claimed to be unique while following some fad. Christopher Metz however, was not following any sort of a fad, but his own way of life and that impressed Audrey. Not enough people had the self confidence to just do as they wished, without worrying what others may think. In fact, Audrey wished she was a little less of a trend follower.

“What’s good?” She raised a slight eyebrow, shrugging slightly. “Well, you know, ecstasy fuelled gang-bangs seem to be the rage these days, so those. Oh, and you know what I’ve been craving for like a week now? Those Cajian chicken wings King Street Bar & Oven does. Have you ever been there? It’s friggen great.” Audrey kept her face even, watching Chris. The girl had always had such a dry sense of humour. Not to mention the amusement she got out of saying things people wouldn’t expect from her. “Cool painting by the way..”

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[christinametz]

Chris' grin grew as she made herself at home on the top of a random desk near his easel. Her natural poise and forwardness came so easy to her. He slightly envied the way she could walk into a room and sit where she pleased. Sure, it might help that they were the only one's occupying the space at the moment, but still. If Chris had ever waltz into a room uninvited he would sit against a wall and twiddle his thumbs for a bit. But then again, maybe not. It all depended on certain things. Where he was. Who he was with. What he was doing. Or maybe he was just thinking too much into things. "Curiosity killed the cat," He teased, following her lead as he pushed his pallet to the middle of the table and hiked himself on the top. It would do well for now as a makeshift seat.

His grin grew as she looked a bit, distracted. Her thoughts seemed to be some where else as she sat on the desk for that moment. His dark brow rose as he studied her for a second and then turned back to his canvas and then to her as she spoke up. "Ah," He grinned, as he nodded. "Have to say, any sort of group fuck that includes emotional uppers slash rape club drugs sounds like one hell of a time." He joked, shooting her a grin as he tapped his fingers on his knee cap absentmindedly. He was of course mostly joking. "Chicken wings? Haven't eaten any sort of meat since seventh grade," He added, his posture straightening. One of the man things he was proud about himself. His control (it didn't take much considering he hated most forms of meat) to not consume any sort of meat product always looked strange and difficult in others eyes. So, for that reason, he was proud.

"Thanks," He beamed, hopping off the drawing table, as he studied his canvas. He was not really sure what was going on in the painting just yet. His mind wandered to his next step. He would go with another color- maybe a sea green? Or a green blue- no, thats too bright. He fought with himself, deciding the end result would be some sort of black contour over the colored back ground. His eyes fought between the canvas and Audrey for a moment, "Hey." He started, his brow raised at the girl. "What do you think about posing?"

Never Start No Static.

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[audrey renee wood .]

just a t o u c h

Audrey bit her lip. She didn’t know he was a vegetarian. That or she did know but had forgotten. Either way, it wasn’t cool. She knew how it made some vegetarians feel to hear about people talking about meat. After all, it was a belief system and everyone deserved to have their beliefs honoured and respected. “Sorry..” mumbled the blonde, chewing the inside of her lip. Chris didn’t seem too offended by it, but still. Audrey felt bad. “In that case, remind me to take you out to dinner one night. I know this great little Thai place that does amazing things with vegies.”

She offered the boy a warm smile. Relaxing herself once more. She was serious about the offer of taking him out for food too. Not just because she had almost insulted him either. Because he was a nice guy, and they seemed to have a lot of fun together. In short, she enjoyed his company and she’d love a night that didn’t involve any romantic stress or sexual tension. Just good clean fun. Well, as clean as two adults who spoke freely about sex and had been known to get high could be.

Audrey was pulled from her train of thought at his question. “Posing?” She repeated, slightly bewildered. Why would he ask her such a question? What, did he think she’d make a good portrait or something? Audrey frowned. She didn’t exactly think she was really the best model for a portrait. There were far more prettier girls out there. She gave a small shrug, a niggling thought entering her mind. “Uh… I dunno..” She attempted to pause for time, not sure if she should voice the sudden concern. Perhaps she should? She’d always been pretty honest with the people in her life.

“Chris?” She tried to keep her voice even. “You’re not.. talking about posing nude are you?” She tilted her head to the side, watching for the male’s reaction. It was as, if not more, important as his reply. Sometimes people didn’t say what they meant, but their body language did. “I mean, I’d be flattered and all, but I’m not sure how comfortable I’d be. Besides I know a journalism Senior who’d be rather annoyed if he found out..”

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[christinametz]

The awkwardness at the moment couldn't help but make Chris chuckle. Audrey grew quiet for a moment, looking somewhat apologetic. He felt bad if he made her think he was offended- but then again he knew what she was thinking. He had people who happened to be vegetarians throw their arms around him and welcoming him to the 'family' as though vegetarianism was some sort of secret society. But they were wrong. It was a lifestyle, a sometimes tempting and inconvenient one- but he stuck to it. "No worries." He grinned, with a small shrug. His interest soared as she offered dinner. "Sounds awesome." He added. A amazing veggie place /he/ hadn't heard of? That hardly ever occurred- and besides, he loved a new experience.

He flashed her a reassuring smile as she seemed to relax once again and straightened from the drawing table, shoving his charcoal stained hands into the pockets of his corduroys. His brow rose as she seemed a bit taken aback by his offer. He never thought any thing of it- no, actually he had painted most of his friends and Audrey happened to have a striking profile. He flushed a deep red, scratching at the scruff on his face, slightly embarrassed he may have offended her. He opened his mouth, ready to apologize and implore to why she had been so offended, but she beat him to it.

He couldn't help but laugh allowed as she asked him about posing nude. He snickered, his worries fading as he shot the blonde a grin. "Audrey," He started shaking his dread locked head, as she continued her concern. He had no intention of having her strip down for him- no, he took plenty of those classes already. If he needed a nude model, he'd just go to class. And besides- he's be far too shy to draw any of his friends naked. It would just be awkward.

"I didn't mean nude," He insisted, leaning nonchalantly back on the table, his grin spreading. Chris chuckled, she seemed so flustered, poor thing was probably thinking the worst. "I draw clothed people, too." He reassured her, brows raised, "And besides, I don't want you're /body/," He teased, "I need your face. Profile to be exact. And just a contour." He offered her a smile, and shrugged, a small laugh escaping once more after the awkward situation. "But if you don't want to, that's totally okay."

Never Start No Static.

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[audrey renee wood .]

just a t o u c h

Audrey felt her cheeks heat up. Crap. She shouldn’t have said anything. Now she’d gone and completely embarrassed herself by open her fat trap when there really wasn’t any need. Christopher’s request had been completely innocent and she should have seen it for that. Good thing she didn’t just say yes and get up and start taking her gear off. Then it would have made the situation even more mortifying. “Well aren’t I just a cosmic girl?” she muttered to herself, shaking her head. She really was a tool. There was really no other way to describe her.

“Arg, no It’s fine. I think I just have sex on the brain.” It was probably true. She was so caught up with the whole Noah saga that she was taking everything anyone said as less then innocent. See, if it had of been Noah asking her to pose, he would have meant naked. Arg, there she was again, letting her brain go off on a Noah related tangent. She really just needed to stop thinking about the guy. Really. That was far easier said then done though, as Audrey was fast finding out.

“I bet my ‘classy lady’ status is free falling to nothing right about now yeah? I swear, I’m not a skanky skank.” She attempted a grin. Trying to interject some sort of humour into the situation. It was in some dire need of it anyway. Humour that is. Her cheeks returning to their normal colour slowly, Audrey smiled. “Of course I’ll pose for you Chris. I’m so sorry about the.. mix up. I’m just.. well an idiot really.”

o o c ,,
sorry for the tres sucky nature of this post >_<

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[christinametz]

His smile hardly faded as the hue of her face deepened to a crimson. He knew she was probably incredibly embarrassed, who wouldn't be? He let his snicker end, scratching at the back of his head with a smirk. It was funny, a little offending, that she thought such a thing. He felt bad for her, some what sympathizing. It was perfectly normal for her to think that, right? Artists draw naked people all the time. Especially him, considering his major. But his friends? That's a whole other cup of tea.

"Sex on the brain?" He smirked, his dark brow raised. The rumor had spread through the campus quickly, of course. Audrey and Noah were well known students in the campus- hell, most seniors were. Their rendezvous in the WA Times Office was hotter news than what was on the print at the moment, and though he was one to never tamper in the never ending pool of gossip, he sure heard his fair share. "Heard about that one," He admitted, raising her brows at her with a slight cringe. He knew she wouldn't be completely surprised, like he said. Gossip spread fast.

"Audrey, you're so classy it barely knocked you off the bar." He teased, tapping his fingers against the wooden table to another song that happened to make it's way onto the stereo. His smile grew as she finally agreed to pose for him. "Awesome." He grinned, nodding his head excitedly. He always favored portrait styles over still lives. He planned out what he'd do with his work in his head. He'd most likely zoom in our her profile, a dark blue or black contour line over his bright back ground. "And you're not an idiot," He insisted, rolling his eyes with a smirk. "Innocent miscommunication."

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[audrey renee wood .]

just a t o u c h

Audrey frowned. Of course it was no surprise she had sex on the brain. The whole world knew of her little affair with Noah by now. What with the horrid gossip blog and people like Callie encouraging it. Audrey inwardly rolled her eyes. If she wasn’t too careful she’d start in on a Callie rant of epic proportions. Which probably wasn’t the wisest of ideas. Besides, the blonde made an effort not to just bad-mouth people because she felt like it. It wasn’t a nice thing to get in the habit of. “Yes… Well.” She eyed him for a moment, trying to gauge some sort of a feeling from Chris.

In general, Audrey didn’t care what others thought of her. If they wanted to judge her actions without really knowing the full story. Well that was fine, it was their business. She did care, though, how her friends saw her. It wouldn’t really change what she was doing. Not really. She wasn’t looking for them all to agree with her actions either. She just wanted to make sure none of them were festering with comments and things they felt they should say. She liked to think she had honest relationships with people, and that they felt comfortable enough to voice any thoughts they had.

At his next words, Audrey laughed. The remaining tension easing. “Oh, well I don’t actually know how classy I am.” She gave a bit of a shrug. “It’s rather nice of you to say so though. So thanks.” She sat for a moment, watching him. “So uh…” she frowned, glancing down, before back up at him again. “How exactly does one pose? Like? What exactly do you want me to do?” She may have been a woman of the world but there were still some things Audrey had absolutely no idea on. Apparently posing was one of those things.

Speaking of, she had absolutely no idea how and when all this was supposed to happen. Had Chris meant for her to model right now? Or at a later date? How long would it take? Questions that demanded answers bombarded her analytical mind. Perhaps she should have asked some of these before agreeing? Well that would have been a smart idea, if it wasn’t for the fact that a lot of them had only just popped into her head. Maybe he’d just offer them? Chris seemed like a pretty put together guy. He’d have a plan and know what he wanted. At least.. she hoped.


ooc:
psst, post in the acitivity check

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