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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 10, 2012 20:37:44 GMT
Noa sat at an outdoor cafe, looking at her sketchbook. There was nothing on the page, and she had been here for about an hour or two, trying to think of anything to draw. She couldn't grasp any idea and make it work, though.
She looked at her glass, but the tea would be anything but good at this point, so she pushed the cup away and sighed, leaning back and trying to think, looking up at the blue sky and just wishing for some source of inspiration.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 0:05:24 GMT
The woman walked through town, a bit aimlessly, thinking about things. It'd been a while since any attacks had happened...but she was not naive enough to think they were gone entirely. Therefore she stayed away from most people, ignoring looks directed at her leather uniform. She merely wished to find a place quiet enough to meditate, and think on the blue sky, the greatest symbol of freedom.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 0:09:13 GMT
She looked at her blank page again, but still couldn't get anything. She leaned forward on her table and looked around at the people who were passing. When she saw Raina she looked at her clothes. That was interesting; it reminded her of that Stark guy.
She stood up and hurried over, wearing one of her sundresses, "Excuse me!" she called.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 0:14:01 GMT
Raina felt the presence, but paid it no mind until she heard the voice. A sigh pursed her lips as she turned to look at Noa, certain this woman had a reason for calling to her.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 0:14:45 GMT
She stopped by Raina, "Excuse me, could I borrow you for a bit?" she asked.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 0:23:37 GMT
"Borrow me?" Raina started, looking at her. "For what?"
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 0:25:45 GMT
"Your clothes," she said, starting to pull Raina by the arm, "I'm a designer, and I'm out of ideas today. This helps."
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 0:27:34 GMT
"Hey." Raina chided, gently stopping the motion and removing her arm. "I see. I'll follow you then...though I only sought a quiet place."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 0:29:24 GMT
"It's quiet enough," she said, "And thank you," she added, clearly not her highest priority. Right now her image came first.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 0:35:23 GMT
Raina could tell, but shrugged, not really caring. If she could meditate while...doing whatever this strange person wanted her to do...that would help. So were her thoughts as she walked along.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 0:39:15 GMT
She got back to her spot and waved to the other chair as she sat down and picked up her pad, looking at Raina and back to the pad, trying to get a better image of what she wanted.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 0:42:10 GMT
Raina shrugged, and sat down, sitting at a bit of an angle. Her eyes remained open, but she began to drift into meditation..
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 0:43:08 GMT
She looked at Raina some more, and then smiled and started to sketch.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 0:47:14 GMT
Raina slipped further into zoning out, a cute expression coming to her face on instinct, though it was not her intention to. She was too busy trying to keep her focus.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 0:49:30 GMT
A bit later she kept looking at the paper, then to Raina, "Here," she said, putting it down in front of her.
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