Let Me Paint Your Story |Tag: Addison|

[CONNOR CALLEL]

The crisp Autumn air nipped at his exposed ears and nose, as he made his way towards Central Park. The Twins giggled loudly a few yards behind him as they played of two man tag. A smile crossed his lips as he heard Coon, the twin with bright blue eyes that matched his left iris, yelling at Rac, the twin with the deep brown eyes that matched his right iris, about how unfair he was being. They whined for a few minutes before realizing that Connor couldn't play peacekeeper. They were in public and he held a strict 'No Talking' rule. They groaned loudly as Connor gave him a gesture with his hand that he made seem natural by adjusting the strap of his art bag. Coon and Rac raced back to Connor's side and their constant fit of giggling broke through the constant buzz of the streets of New York City. They were excited as much as Connor was to meet the new girl who wrote stories of fictional places. They were even more excited about her belief in Neverland. Connor had to drown them out with his music all night because they buzzed with excitement. They were the reason for the dark shades of violet under his eyes that felt puffy and forced him to wear sunglasses. Connor rounded his final corner and saw the trees of Central Park only a block or so away.

He hadn't noticed his pace had quickened to a brisk walk until he was standing under the shade of a large tree breathing a bit heavily. Coon and Rac were dancing around another tree yelling and shouting for Addison to hurry before they have to kidnap her like they did Wendy. Connor slid his art bag off his shoulder and set it gently to the ground before stretching his arms and yawning a bit. The feeling of sleep deprivation hit him hard and he felt dizzy. He collapsed to the ground and winced at the pain. Coon and Rac perked up quickly and ran to Connor's aid. Their eyes watched him as if he was the most valuable object they owned. Well, technically he kept them grounded in the world, so as their vessel for survival he was the most valuable thing they could claim as their own. "I'm okay guys." He spoke softly as he sat up and scooted closer to the tree. He propped him self against the tree and closed his eyes for a minute. Coon and Rac sat silently at his sides and watched him.

He smiled at them again to reassure him that he was fine, but they stayed by his side. He yawned again as he closed his eyes again. "Let me just get a nap in before she gets here, okay?" They agreed simultaneously. Rac scooted closer to Connor and instead of feeling another human, it felt like a warmth that a human would have brought. Connor sighed again as the small ache in his back sent a spasm of dull pain through is body. It would definitely bruise, but he just needed to sleep it off.

In the time it took Connor and Rac to doze off, Coon was perked on the lowest branch in case an intruder came. He could see all around, expect for directly behind him, but no one in their right mind would sneak up on Coon. While Coon stood watch, Connor fell into a light slumber that consisted of no dreams. His body relaxed completely as his mind went blank, well except for the occasional jolt of a dream. It was mostly of himself perch in a tree as if he was a cat or something ready to pounce its meal. But the blankness of Connor's dream was completely relaxing. It was as if part of his mind had gone silent, leaving him with blissful quiet.

Ourfit: Hurr!

[wendy]

Had her parents known of Addison’s plan to meet somebody she’d met off of the internet, they would be the farthest thing from pleased. They’d probably throw fits of anger and ground her. She wouldn’t have taken that if it were the case; she attended Baum and that made her an adult which meant she made her own decisions. Why, she was seventeen years old. If she didn’t start making decisions for herself soon, she’d get nowhere in the world. (Not that she’d ever admit to anybody that deciding things on her own made her feel grown-up. She didn’t want to grow up. Mostly.)

Besides, all of this was just pointless thinking because her parents didn’t know about said plan. Even if they did, she would have had a very convincing argument all set up. She’d always been rather picky about people in that chat room. They were either mean or quiet or boring or she already knew them. Addison loved meeting new people; she loved getting to know them and spending time with them. But if they didn’t really interest her in the first place, then she didn’t go out of her way to make friends with them. Connor had been interesting; he had not been boring or quiet or mean. He had spoken of Neverland and he painted. He went to Baum Academy. See? All good points to use if she had had to convince her parents.

Central Park had and always would be one of her favorite places. The fresh air, the leaves on the trees, the grass, the variety of people. It was better than any other place she’d liked in her previous hometowns. Central Park had everything and while she wouldn’t mind a trip to the zoo or the gardens, her purpose here today was to meet up with Connor. Central Park was huge, unfortunately, and she wasn’t entirely sure where to look. They hadn’t picked a specific location so she was assuming it would be somewhere nondescript.

Addison didn’t mind wandering around until she found Connor (who she would only recognize from a tiny icon). The park was particularly lovely today and despite the weather being a bit chilly, it was the perfect day. She’d put her makeshift storybooks into her backpack along with two more recent notebooks of her stories. Then, as she’d said she would, she’d brought drinks: two bottles of water and two bottles of Dr. Pepper (it wasn’t exactly her favorite but she figured everybody liked Dr. Pepper). At some point, she grew tired of wandering and thought maybe Connor wasn’t at the park yet. It wouldn’t hurt for her to find a nice tree to sit under for a few minutes before continuing her search.

Having more than a few favorite trees was entirely allowed and she’d memorized the location of each one. It was probably a bit strange but she didn’t care; in fact, she was proud to have had enough time in her day to even worry about simple things like nature. So, it was that much stranger when she approached one of her top five favorite trees and found a boy around her age taking a nap. It wouldn’t have surprised her so much if she’d come around from the front or side but she’d been walking towards, what would be from his point of view, the back of the tree.

However, the more she wondered over who he was and why he was sitting under one of her favorite trees, the more she recognized him. He did rather look like Connor (again, she only had a small icon to go off of) and the bag beside him did seem a bit artsy. He looked so peaceful while asleep that Addison really didn’t want to wake him. How else was she supposed to be sure of who he was though? Shifting on her feet, Addison glanced around, wondering what she could do.


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[CONNOR CALLEL]

Coon was doing what he was known for in Neverland. Scouting the area for unwanted guest that tried to be sly and sneaky. Over the course of twenty minutes, he had successfully spotted two stray dogs, a couple who were...kissing (ICK!), and a older woman feeding a flock of pigeons. None of them DARED face up against Connor, because Coon would be there to ward them away... well, in his mind he was. Coon's watchful eyes relayed some weird thoughts that were transformed into dream-like images in Connor's subconscious. His dream took on a very adventure/fantasy world like appeal, which caused Coon's thought to be highly exaggerated. The two stray dogs became to large dragons soaring and screeching high above Connor's head. Coon, Rac, and Connor were hunkered down behind some large monument-esque statue and each clad in medieval-esque armor. Coon wore heavy chain mail and steel plating and wielded a deadly looking axe, Rac was dressed in a flowing robe garnished with a rope belt that held a few sacks of mysterious crushed regiments for spells, while Connor wore fitted leather armor that was durable, yet strong. He held a rather fierce looking bow and a quiver of just as menacing arrows. It was as if each boy supplied their own part of the dream. Coon with the ideas, Rac with the presentation, and Connor with the imagination to make them 'realities.'

After a battle of wits and power, the trio took down the dragons down only to face against another pair of love-crossed giants. They wore animal skins as clothes and wield lard tree trunks as a club. They were overly affectionate with their hand hold and eyelash batting. It was sickening. So Coon ran into battle without a second thought, Connor and Rac charged in after him. They won the battle by forcing the two giants apart, which in turn drove them both over cliffs. The relished their victories with high fives and dancing. The all three joined in with laughter and Connor felt at home... for once. His dreams always had that effect. The Twins always caused him to be truly happy again. Just when their celebration hit a peak, a swarm of men-eating vultures came dive bombing towards them. The devil birds pulled a carriage that an old hag cackled from. They jumped into action and disposed of the vermin and woman together, but before they could celebrate Coon started howling the alarm that danger was near.

Coon had been snuck up on. It was utterly impossible, but it happened. Some girl... GIRL

[/i]?!?!... had dared try and catch Connor while he slept, but instantly Coon started yelling the call that he came up with to warn of Danger. Connor and Rac awoke with a startle as the his blurred vision caused him to rub his eyes to clear them. He glanced around until his eyes feel on the girl. She was oddly familiar. Pretty even. He shook his head to clear his mind of his very vivid dream that played at the corner of his thoughts still. As he removed is sunglasses, he spoke aloud, "Addison?" Okay one of two things could have happened... It could have been Addison and everything is fine. OR it could of been someone else and then Connor would be called odd. Connor averted his eyes as Rac and Coon eyed her suspiciously.

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[wendy]

Before Addison could think on it much longer, the boy was awake. He seemed to be jolted from his nap, as if something had startled him. For a moment, she felt guilty before remembering that she hadn’t made a sound. She’d been quiet enough, hadn’t she? The last thing she wanted was to wake him up; she hated rude awakenings. Addison smiled carefully, not wanting to seem strange or threatening (her? threatening? hah!). However, strange was entirely an option the moment she noticed his eyes for she moved closer and kneeled in front of him, looking curiously. They… they were two different colors! “Wow,” she muttered, fascinated.

Then he said her name and she realized how rude she was being. Addison moved back and sat down criss cross applesauce, already glad to be off of her feet. “Yes! Hi. Hello. Er.” What was she even saying? She laughed, a bit embarrassed, “I’m Addison. So, you must be Connor.” How else would he have known who she was? Unless he was somebody she’d talked to before. How awkward would that be? Oh, hi, sorry, your name isn’t Connor? Wow, uh, this is awkward. Who are you then? Luckily, though, she was 95% sure that this was the Connor she’d met in the chat room.

She wished he hadn’t looked away; his eyes really were just so striking. He’d definitely be making an appearance in one of her next stories, if only for the different colors. Addison had never meant somebody with one blue eye and one brown – or one any color and one other for that matter. Without much thought, Addison took her backpack off and rummaged through it. She took out one of the notebooks and a pen. “Sorry it took me so long to get here,” she said distractedly, flipping to a blank page and scribbling down something. Addison looked up again and spoke before she could change her mind, “I can’t get over your eyes.”

… Why had she said that? Oh well. It wasn’t like she could take it back now. Ignoring the rising heat in her cheeks, Addison looked back down to her notebook and began to write. However, she went back and scribbled out three lines before sighing in frustration and closing it. All of this happened in only a few minutes because while the ideas came to her quickly, she was somehow disappointed that they hadn’t taken time to think up. “Two different colors…” she murmured, leaning forward and making eye contact with him again. “Sorry. Again.” Addison glanced to what she was assuming was his art bag. “So, did you bring some paintings?”

Addison dug through her backpack again, pulling out one of her makeshift storybooks. “I like taking chapters and pages from my favorite novels and putting them all together in one.” She shrugged, setting it on the ground between them if he decided he wanted to look through it. “Not my writing, of course. I’ve got that in notebooks.” Wow, she was being rather talkative wasn’t she? She could hardly be blamed for it; it wasn’t often you met somebody in their late teens that painted scenes from Neverland.

[CONNOR CALLEL]

Connor wasn't expecting Addison, he was sure that this was the girl, to jump down and peer into his eyes. It gesture of admiration forced a smile from Connor and the Twins. They, the Twins, giggled a bit though as the girl stumbled over her introduction. They joked about girls getting tongued every time they saw his eyes for the first time. Connor knew that almost everyone gave him a look that ranged from shock and awe to a confused scowl as if he said something foul. It was quite humorous to the Twins, and at first it bothered Connor, but now he only smiles whether the comment is good or bad. He sees it as leaving an impression on that person. Practically making himself unforgettable.

When she confirmed that she was indeed Addison, Connor smiled again. "That would be me." He offered her a light chuckle as he looked to the Twins and the now suspicious glaring. He badly wanted to scold them and promise that she was 'good,' but Addison would find him strange if he did such a thing. Instead, he looked back at Addison, who was no scribbling into her notebook. He shrugged at her apology, "No worries. You allowed me some time to clear my thoughts with that nap--" She cut him off with her oogling over his eyes. He felt another smile cross his lips, "Thanks, Addison." His voice was genuine and kind. He kept his eyes from her scribbling and watched her face. The way her brows furrowed a bit in frustration at some thought as she closed her notebook. She was definitely an interesting character to say the least. She murmured something about his eyes again, but he was caught up on memorizing her facial details. Then it struck in. Realization that this girl was familiar in a different way. And after an apology, she spoke about his paintings. That's when it hit him.

She resembled someone that he had painted before. Someone that the Twins that described to him. It was an odd feeling, but it was as if he was meeting a new friend again. "Yes! I left my portfolio at home though. Another time, but I brought a few smaller canvases that I'll paint minor depictions then transfer them to a larger canvas to give them more depth and detail. Just let me paint the words you speak and I might as you to repeat occasionally." He noticed his ramblings, but this was the reason they were in the park. To paint and to write. "Should we climb up or stay here?" He asked a bit as he gestured to the top of the tree. He loved climbing trees in Central Park and painting in their branches as the Twins swung and leapt from them. It was his Solitude outside of his art room at home.

Outfit: Hurr!

[wendy]

Addison tried telling herself to stop invading his personal space. People didn’t like that and they’d sort of just met, so she was sure he would be bothered by it. Still, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t admire his eyes from a bit of a distance. It was probably something she could’ve been embarrassed over, being so fascinated by something so simple. “Well, nice to meet you, Connor.” Addison smiled before thinking and then continuing as if to correct herself, “in person.” Yes, that made more sense. There was something about him that seemed almost… familiar. Addison couldn’t quite put her finger on it but she hoped it would become clear later on.

“Oh!” She breathed a sigh of relief. That was reassuring. On top of that, he looked a bit tired. Addison almost felt all the more guilty for waking him but she was also glad to have been a bit late. “I’m glad, then.” When he thanked her, she made a promise to herself to stop mentioning his eyes. He knew what colors they were so it wasn’t like he needed somebody constantly bringing them up. Addison tugged on her earlobe and laughed sheepishly. It really wasn’t something to be embarrassed over; people appreciated being complimented. Addison returned her things to her backpack, almost quickly as if to resist looking through them. It was her biggest problem when it came to cleaning so who was to say it wouldn’t kick in now?

Addison ignored her brief disappointment upon learning that he’d left the portfolio at home. She was sure she’d seen students at Baum wandering around with their portfolios and they hadn’t exactly seemed very portable. Sometimes, they seemed to be quite a handful. Still, she was definitely looking forward to her words being brought to life by art. Sure, she’d read them out loud often enough but drawings were a different story entirely. (Addison had once attempted drawing a scene she’d written and it was then she discovered that she was not much of an artist).

Addison looked up as he gestured to the tree. One of her favorites. One she’d climbed quite a few times. “Yes, I think it’d be nicer up there.” She pulled her backpack on, having half a mind to sling it on with just one strap. However, she realized that that would just make climbing that more difficult. “This is one of my favorite trees,” she commented off-handedly, walking around just a bit to find the spot she always started up on. Addison took hold of what was probably a branch that was victim to a nasty storm; it left behind a perfect stump to grab though and it made climbing that much easier. “So, how did you get into painting in the first place?” Addison asked as she began to climb, rather carefully, hoping it wasn’t rude of her to start up without a second thought.