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sorry for the slow reply time, guys, I’ve been really busy with family coming over, visiting family, etc. And I will stay busy until the end of August :( I’m sorry, I’m going to try to muster up enough muse to try and knock all my replies out tonight, but I don’t know how that’ll turn out. I love all of you, tho, and hello to all my new followers!
eye-saac.
A furious red leaks onto his cheeks, and the boy runs a shaky hand through his hair. He’s already made an ass of himself, but this is a minuscule fuck up compared to the attempt he’s going to make at this art project. Before Isaac get’s more of a chance to gnaw away at himself from the inside out she’s speaking to him again - his eye finally focusing on the girl next to him. She’s stunning, to say the least, physically and, from what he’s heard, her personality outshines her outward appearance ( Isaac finds that hard to believe, Margo’s the prettiest girl that’s ever given him the time of day. ) And he’s here, sitting next to her, about to find out why nobody ever wants to work with the blind kid in a class that’s all about the visual art medium.
“ No, um, no not really. I’m not exactly a Van Gogh, y’know, more like a kid who’s art makes it onto the fridge out of pity. But I, uh, I promise I’ll be in total compliance with whatever you’d like to do, to the best of my ability. ”
The boy next to her seems nervous. Like – exceptionally nervous. Which means that she will have to work to make him more comfortable. There was no way they’d get anywhere on this project with Isaac seeming as if he were afraid of her or something. She watches him carefully, listening to his words as he speaks, and her eyebrows begin to furrow slightly.
“ You don’t have to be a Van Gogh to make art. There are some paintings hanging in the goddamned LOUVRE that look like a five year old painted them. And who’s to say what ART is anyway? It’s so subjective. Literally anything could be art. Haven’t you ever seen anything by like, Mondrian? You know with all the yellow, red, and blue squares? I’m sure some people would argue that sure as hell isn’t REAL art. But it is. Isaac. Darling – it’s all in the idea. ”
She looks at him then, as she finishes her spiel, a small smile toying at her lips as she does so.
“ This project is going to be a masterpiece, and you are definitely going to be one of the reasons for it. Anyway – do you think you want to go 2D or 3D with this thing? ”
Oh, geez, now he’s really blushing. During the duration of her speech the only noise that’s escaped him has been a soft one of agreement when she explained that art was, in fact, just a concept. Art had no real cap on it, that was something that had never occurred to Isaac, and for her to point out such a thing made something swell inside of him.
“ I mean, yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Margo, ” The volume of his voice drops on the last phrase, “ Thank you. ”
And at the next proposal Isaac gives a shy grin, small shrug to accompany it. He’s yet to put much thought towards the creation of this project, let alone what dimension they should display it in. The only experience he’s had with any kind of anything that could be remotely covered by the blanket that is art is coding and cheating in some games.
“ Oh, man, it doesn’t matter. I’ve never really given art a shot, y’know? That part’s up to you. ”
( rcbcteyes )
“look, i know we’ve never really talked before, but i was wondering if you could help me with something.”
Lips pressed into a thin line, eyes cautious, Isaac gives a short, “Oh, with what?” before casting his gaze to the floor.
ofminivans
THWACK.
The sudden noise startles Isaac, who’s been mindlessly swinging his cane in front of him for a solid five minutes and has yet to collide with anything, until now. And he’s almost positive whatever he’s swatted with his cane isn’t living, but the shuffling of sneakers on concrete as well as the small exhale tells him otherwise.
“ Sorry, didn’t see you there. ”
eye-saac.
ofbrckenstrings
GREAT. This was just spectacular - Margo Roth Spiegelman was going to be his partner for their art final. The same Margo Roth Spiegelman who was rumored to have a piece of her art hanging in the Louvre under a different pen name, was going to be working with the half blind kid who couldn’t draw a straight line if his life depended on it. Head in his hands, Isaac could only imagine what she’d say to the rest of her posse as he indefinitely and continually screwed her over in the easiest class this school had to offer. And it was at this moment Isaac realizes the girl had already taken her seat next to him, which causes him to scramble momentarily before spitting out,
“ Shit, sorry. I’m, uh, I’m Isaac. ”
As soon as the pairings for their final projects are finalized, nimble feet carry the girl to the seat next to who was to be her partner. His name was Isaac, and admittedly, that was about all she knew about him. Well, that and the fact he was half blind. Margo slips into the seat next to him and studies him in the moment before he finally realizes she is there. At his introduction, she gives him a small smile before her voice finds its way from her lips, “Margo,” she says, giving him the introduction she knows isn’t necessary. “So, Isaac–” she begins, her head tilting slightly to the side, “How are we looking on the idea front for this project?” Margo’s got a few ideas of her own, but instead of letting all of those ideas spill out onto the table from the get go, she decides to ask him for his own.
A furious red leaks onto his cheeks, and the boy runs a shaky hand through his hair. He’s already made an ass of himself, but this is a minuscule fuck up compared to the attempt he’s going to make at this art project. Before Isaac get’s more of a chance to gnaw away at himself from the inside out she’s speaking to him again - his eye finally focusing on the girl next to him. She’s stunning, to say the least, physically and, from what he’s heard, her personality outshines her outward appearance ( Isaac finds that hard to believe, Margo’s the prettiest girl that’s ever given him the time of day. ) And he’s here, sitting next to her, about to find out why nobody ever wants to work with the blind kid in a class that’s all about the visual art medium.
“ No, um, no not really. I’m not exactly a Van Gogh, y’know, more like a kid who’s art makes it onto the fridge out of pity. But I, uh, I promise I’ll be in total compliance with whatever you’d like to do, to the best of my ability. ”
“ Nothing? ” Isaac echoes, placing the book down next to him on the counter. The boy slides off the ledge he had formerly been resting on to take a chair nearer to her, leaning his elbows on his knees. Recognizing the girl as Carrie White Isaac’s expression softens, she’s been in the same boat as he has since day one. And so with his next inquiry his voice softens noticeably, but still pressing nonetheless.
“ Are you sure? ”
She blushes furiously and looks away. She wonders if he can smell it, the blood. The blood all over her. She wonders if he already heard the rumors. Was told about how she looked bloody and naked and screaming. If he had he’s nice enough to not bring it up. Still she lives in a world of enemies and can never let her guard down. She once read that blind people have enhanced senses, maybe he can sense that she is lying. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He offers a wide grin to the girl, hoping it comes along as a white flag rather than odd. Realizing that she has probably come into the office to seek solace from their peers ridicule and taunts that riddled the cafeteria, Isaac’s back straightens. He wonders if she’s eaten yet - he knows the small flips the stomach begins to do by the end of the day without lunch, and so he fishes his keys out of the pocket of his jeans.
“ Would you like to join me for lunch? It would be my treat. ”
woah... there’s 104 of you kids now and I have to thank each and every one of you. this is quite a big accomplishment for this blog seeing as I didn’t think it would make it past 10 followers, let alone 100. I’ll do something special to mark this momentous occasion, but for right now I’ll be working on replies for an hour or two. Thanks again xx
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ofbrckenstrings
GREAT. This was just spectacular - Margo Roth Spiegelman was going to be his partner for their art final. The same Margo Roth Spiegelman who was rumored to have a piece of her art hanging in the Louvre under a different pen name, was going to be working with the half blind kid who couldn’t draw a straight line if his life depended on it. Head in his hands, Isaac could only imagine what she’d say to the rest of her posse as he indefinitely and continually screwed her over in the easiest class this school had to offer. And it was at this moment Isaac realizes the girl had already taken her seat next to him, which causes him to scramble momentarily before spitting out,
“ Shit, sorry. I’m, uh, I’m Isaac. ”
plugiitup
Isaac swings long, gnarly looking legs off the small ledge he has perched upon in the nurses office, book splayed in his jean-clad lap. He’s begun to learn braille, opting out of the chaos of the cafeteria to rather borrow some of the dotted books that the nurse held in her office. And so there he is, enjoying the sterile scent of an otherwise foul smelling establishment, when the door creeks open only slightly to allow a frail girl to slide into the seat next to his. The curtain of blonde hair that separates their eyes makes conversating tough, but Isaac pierces the stagnant air with small talk.
“ What’re you in for?”
She had hoped no one would be in today. Hoped she could pass the period privately with only her diary for company. Her face burns. She is sure the whole school must know and she frankly wants to die. It is the worst day of her life hands down. The voice makes her jump a little and she slams the notebook closed but makes no attempt to look up. Through her hair she sees him and relaxes. It’s only Issac the blind kid. He’s not much better off socially than she is. “N-nothing.”
“ Nothing? ” Isaac echoes, placing the book down next to him on the counter. The boy slides off the ledge he had formerly been resting on to take a chair nearer to her, leaning his elbows on his knees. Recognizing the girl as Carrie White Isaac’s expression softens, she’s been in the same boat as he has since day one. And so with his next inquiry his voice softens noticeably, but still pressing nonetheless.
“ Are you sure? ”
okay there’s 85 people following this blog now and I have no idea how that happened ?? I’d just like to thank all of you for the rapid incline of followers this blog has experienced in such a short amount of time !! I’m sorry I haven’t been as active as expected, I went over to a friend’s house to marathon Harry Potter, but I’m back! So, like this post for a starter?
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plugiitup
Isaac swings long, gnarly looking legs off the small ledge he has perched upon in the nurses office, book splayed in his jean-clad lap. He’s begun to learn braille, opting out of the chaos of the cafeteria to rather borrow some of the dotted books that the nurse held in her office. And so there he is, enjoying the sterile scent of an otherwise foul smelling establishment, when the door creeks open only slightly to allow a frail girl to slide into the seat next to his. The curtain of blonde hair that separates their eyes makes conversating tough, but Isaac pierces the stagnant air with small talk.
“ What’re you in for?”
rcbcteyes
“ being blind must not be all bad. i mean, now you can go on dates and only care about what’s on the inside. and being blind means you can get one of those seeing-eye dogs. and you can sign up to have scientists give you fake eyes so you’d be a cyborg. “
“ The only part of that prattle that was even close to being right was the part about the cyborg eyes, because that sounds so bitchin’. Like, even if I wasn’t blind I’d totally let scientists give me robot eyes.”
( fine tuning has been completed a lot sooner than previously thought, and because I’ve gained like 20 + followers I’m not going start greeters tonight- sorry! But, I’d like to extend an offer for starters? Like this post if you’d want one! )
( hello all 17 of you !! I’m kind of surprised at how many of you have accumulated in less than 15 hours, but I thank you nonetheless. I regret to inform the lot of you that this blog is only in beta, and it will be a few days before I churn out any content. I have to fix my theme, set my tags up, finish icon fine tuning, all of that good stuff. So, if you’d really like to contact me / plot with me I’ll direct you all to my main blog. I appreciate the patience. )
