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Peeta Mellark ([personal profile] peeta_bread) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-02-15 09:20 pm
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Welcome to the 4th Annual Hunger Games

[Hey, Paradisa! There’s a teenage boy in your lobby. He’s wished up an easel, some canvases, and some paint. Peeta is sitting at the easel, working on something. Propped against walls are paintings he’s done since he’s gotten here. They’re surprisingly detailed and good, and mostly focus on a certain moment in time and on little things.

There’s one where two hands are meeting, one of the hands with blood around the nails. There’s one of a girl leaning over a box, her red hair obscuring her face. Another one has a girl with dark hair in it, and she’s holding a stick out defensively. One is of a handsome man, his face dark and his hand hovering near an untouched piece of cake. Another is of a girl with a fork in her mouth and a little smile on her face. There’s one last one, but it’s thrown off to the side and the paint is still wet. It’s a hand, covered in blood and holding a knife.

Peeta is working on another one. He’s been getting a lot of paintings done, but that made sense. He painted in the day, whenever he was bored, and when the nightmares came. But he wanted to share his work, so he came out to the lobby. His current painting is of a hard, olive-skinned hand holding an arrow in a bow, dirt and blood painted across the hand.

The journal is set up beside him so he can speak to anyone without getting it messy. But, for fun, he dips his finger in green paint and paints a smiley face right on a page of the journal.
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I hope people don’t mind that I’ve painted them.

[ooc: Open over the journals or in person!

To clarify, I will say which paintings are of whom. The hands meeting is Nora. The red hair is Dairine. The dark hair with the stick is Alex. The handsome man is Bucky. The girl with the fork in her mouth is Uru. And you’ll have to ask him about the other two! Also, if your character wants their painting, just ask!]
cricketycricket: (- marvelous -)

[personal profile] cricketycricket 2012-02-16 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[the Doctor's out for a stroll, enjoying his freedom after three days of what boils down to living torment. he spots the young man painting, and strolls down the line of canvases, carefully surveying. he sees each for what it is - a snapshot of time, and in some cases, emotion. compassion, fear, happiness, friendship ...

and something else, in the hand on the bow. determination, he decides.

in all of these paintings - so real, so human - he's acutely reminded of Jilly, and her own talent to capture the human spirit. these images are so very different ... but the heart of them is the same. he sees the same care and insight in this painter's hand as he did in hers - and in that moment, he decides he MUST get to know this young man, no matter how selfish an impulse it may be at heart. when he speaks up, his tone is friendly but quiet, carefully crafted not to startle]


You're quite good.
Edited (stylistic indecision. feh.) 2012-02-16 03:46 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cricketycricket 2012-02-16 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
But that's hardly a problem! [he shakes it anyway, smiling] I'm the Doctor. A pleasure to meet you, Peeta.
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[personal profile] stalkershiki 2012-02-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Shiki's wandering through the lobby when she sees Peeta painting, and vaguely wanders over to take a look... and her jaw drops.]

Oh wow... wow, these are really good!
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[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-02-16 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Nora's on her way to the kitchen when she sees Peeta and his paintings. Her jaw drops and her eyes light up as she wanders over. She takes a moment to look at all of them before turning to him]

These are amazing!
eat_me_beat_me: (twenty five cents)

[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-02-16 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, trust me, I'd never just say that.

[Her smile softens. The admiration is clear in her eyes]

[personal profile] blue_sniper 2012-02-16 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Bucky's wandering by, and wanders up behind him, looking over his shoulder.] Nice use of shadow. [Steve's been rubbing off on him.]

[personal profile] blue_sniper 2012-02-16 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm not a complete expert. But I know a thing or two.
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[personal profile] unnaturalpause 2012-02-16 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[James is out, actually taking the white clumber spaniel at his side for a walk (it's been too long since he's had a dog, so he's rather missed this part of things), and it takes him back into the lobby, where he sees the boy, Toby stopping as well before starting over, tugging on his leash which prompts James to start over, taking in the paintings.

It has been some time since he's seen anyone painting, and while not a skill he's any good at (he's a musician, nothing more, unless it's basic scientific and technical sketches), he can appreciate it. Which is why he ignores Toby as the dog wanders over to investigate the still wet painting (paint on white fur, he's going to hate that later), to look more at the paintings closer to Peeta.
]

A hobby you have had for some time I take it? [He turns to Peeta with a smile, letting Toby go for the moment to investigate the painting.]
eat_me_beat_me: (abuh?)

[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-02-16 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
I inspired one? [She stares at him for a moment, completely surprised]
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[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-02-16 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks down at her feet, suddenly feeling a little bashful.]

You're welcome. I mean, I thought you might be hurt, why would I judge you on that?

[She turns to look at the paintings again. After a few seconds she smiles. It really is obvious once she thinks about it. She moves over to the one of the clasped hands.]

No one's ever painted anything inspired by me, before. [looking back at him] This means a lot.
cricketycricket: (- relieved -)

[personal profile] cricketycricket 2012-02-16 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! So you've met me already -- no thank you, I've my own. [and he'll pull an old, beat-up, lime-green beach towel ...

... out of his coat pocket.

no, really. a second ago it didn't look like he had anything in there]
triela: (Happy)

and i need an edit button

[personal profile] triela 2012-02-16 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
You really like to paint, don't you?
triela: (Mischief)

very good

[personal profile] triela 2012-02-16 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
That's what Claes says. I'll have to introduce you if she ever comes.
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[personal profile] youhavebeenflynned 2012-02-16 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Harry walks down into the lobby and then spots the paintings. He normally doesn't care much about art unless t's something valuable he can steal and then sell for cash. Still, he walks over to see what the guy paints. The painting with the bloody fingers captures his attention due to it's vulgarity. He then looks over to the painter.]

You got skill, mate.

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