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Post by Marshall Suijen on Jan 18, 2008 16:20:56 GMT -5
Marshall blushed at all of the praise he was receiving from Roseline. He did think that he was decent, and he liked his work, but to hear all this praise from someone else was a bit of a shock. Especially as he hadn't shown his artwork to anyone other than his younger sister in years.
"I, uh...maybe. One of my dreams is to become a comic book artist." He hadn't admitted this to anyone other than his sister...and his sister, in a rare event where she was actually being somewhat nice (which wasn't quite as rare lately since the two siblings were growing closer), had said much of the same words. Of course, she was into art in a way herself, as she was into music and a bit of clothing design. "But if that doesn't go through, as I'm sure it won't, I'd like to be a high school teacher. Maybe I can even do both." He laughed. He'd dealt enough with life to realize that the chances of this happening were very slim.
Marshall nodded in response to Roseline's suggestion. "I'll keep you in mind. And I don't know about those people who put blotches on a canvas...if they enjoy what they're doing for the sake of doing it, then yes, it's art. If they're just trying to get some money by being 'unique'...that's not art."
Then the subject changed, which Marshall actually didn't mind. He liked talking about art, but he liked talking about other things too. And come to think of it, he was a bit hungry. "That would be awesome. What kind of cookies do you have?"
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Post by Roseline Marie Cecil on Jan 19, 2008 23:28:45 GMT -5
Roseline nodded in agreement then gave another jovial smile. Some strand of hair got loose once again and she had to pin them back up.
She hurried to the nearby desk that lay next to the huge window. She searched a couple of her drawers and upon not finding anything; she stopped to think. Crinkling her nose, she walked across the room, trying to remember where she had put them.
“I’m sorry,” she replied with a small laugh while going to her nightstand, ”I tend to misplace things sometimes.” She admitted straightforwardly and shrugged, opening yet another drawer. A joyous expression dawned her face as she saw the silver wrapping of the cookie box. Her best friend, always drowned her in chocolate or cookies when it came for them to talk. She found herself excited for their nightlong discussions and gossip and sweets.
She took the box and unwrapped it; it being new of course. A sweet fragrance filled the air around her and she inhaled deeply, her stomach growling unexpectedly once again. A blush creped her neck as she took a bite of a cookie and got up showing them to Marshall.
“I only have chocolate chip, but I do have some gummy bears and chocolate hidden somewhere across the room. Sweets cure broken hearts, it’s a fact, so that’s the reason I keep them in my room. Never know when they come in handy, or if you’re just hungry,” Roseline stated and continued eating her piece of cookie.
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Post by Marshall Suijen on Jan 19, 2008 23:35:48 GMT -5
"It's fine, we can't be organized all the time. God knows I'm one of the messiest people in existence." A bit of an exaggeration, of course. He certainly wasn't the messiest person in existence, but to say he kept things neat and tiny would be a lie. He made his living space...well, livable, but that was about it.
Marshall let out a laugh as Roseline's stomach growled. "Hungry? Yeah, so am I. I'm surprised my stomach hasn't decided to make an outcry of it's own. Pretty soon they'll probably start doing harmony." He grinned. Yes, he had a weird sense of humor, but he liked having a sense of humor. It was what got him through the hard times in his life, along with his art. Marshall took one of the chocolate chip cookies. It was a good thing, because chocolate chip cookies were his favorite. "Mmm, these are good. Store bought or made or what?" Questions, questions.
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Post by Roseline Marie Cecil on Jan 20, 2008 12:24:12 GMT -5
Rosely laughed at Marshall’s attempt to make a joke and finished her cookie. She sat on the bed, putting the package next to her. “Glad you like the cookie,” she added and looked at him, while raising both her eyebrows curiously,” And humor, huh? I can be pretty funny myself, and I don’t like to brag, but I’m hilarious!”
She tried not to snicker at her exaggeration, but failed horribly.
Opening the silvery parcel, she grabbed another chocolate chip cookie, then leaned on the bed, patting the seat next to her, as though telling Marshall that he could sit next to her.
“Okay, maybe I’m not that funny, but I manage with a small sense of humor. And the cookies are….um….no idea. My best friend brings them over all the time when she wants to have long talks. And I get to keep them in the end, even though they have way too many calories and I’m on a diet; I make an exception for them,” she said sincerely and looked at the ceiling that had different kinds of small scenes and blooming flowers painted by herself. She sighed and looked at him, trying to see his facial expression.
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Post by Marshall Suijen on Jan 20, 2008 19:33:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, I get that idea from you." He snickered. She could be hilarious when she wanted to be, but of course she was exaggerating. And Marshall understood that, since he exaggerated just a few moments before himself.
"You have a good sense of humor. That sounds good. At least she comes bearing gifts." He shrugged, then took a closer look at Roseline and noticed what she was looking up at. Designs on the ceiling that looked as if they were hand-painted. So, of course, Marshall was left to wonder if this was another example of Roseline's hidden art ability or something else. Maybe her roommate was into painting. "Did you paint that on the ceiling? It looks nice." Once again, a bit too girly for him, but hey, as this was a girl's dorm, it fit. He felt great around Roseline.
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Post by Roseline Marie Cecil on Jan 20, 2008 19:59:50 GMT -5
She laughed and looked up, then smiled slightly, as he complimented her art.
“Well, merci, monsieur!” she added with another cherry laugh and got up, looking at him with a carefree gaze. “I’m glad you like it! I made it and my roommate helped a bit, yet not that much! She doesn’t appreciate art as much as I do, but it’s always fun to get down and dirty, especially with paints. We should do it sometimes, I’m sure it will be great excitement!”
“Want another cookie?” she asked as she threw the small package in the air, hoping he could catch it. Meanwhile, she stretched her legs and went to her desk. The mirror next to it was a bit crooked so she straightened it up as she turned around to face him.
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Post by Marshall Suijen on Jan 20, 2008 20:19:06 GMT -5
Marshall smiled as he heard Roseline speak in French. He didn't understand much French, but he understood the gist of what she was saying. He knew monsieur met something along the lines of 'mister', and it was only an educated guess that merci meant thanks. Not that it mattered much, it wasn't like he had to fully comprehend what she was saying.
"Yeah, it is. I haven't really tried much with painting before, but it would be fun to test out a new medium." He grinned. He doubted that painting once would change the outcome of his life. Fact was, he liked drawing in the comic style. But why not try painting? Especially with Roseline, it would be fun. Marshall jumped slightly when Roseline through the package of cookies at him, though fortunately his reflexes were fast enough that he was barely able to catch the cookies. He caught the edge of the bag between his fingers, and extracted another cookie. "I haven't visited a dorm like this in ages." He said this suddenly, a few crumbs tumbling out of his mouth. "Sorry about that."
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Post by Roseline Marie Cecil on Jan 20, 2008 21:21:28 GMT -5
Rosely laughed then took another look at herself in the mirror, before going to seat on the bed once again. “Yup, painting will definitely be a new, interesting medium, from my point on=f view anyways!” she admitted while staring at a strand of hair that escaped form her ponytail.
She crinkled her nose slightly, before looking at Marshall who had just dropped some crumbs on the floor,” Don’t worry about it. That happens to me all the time, but I’m too lazy to clean it up!” she admitted with another smile, and thought about her curls a bit.
“What do you think of my hair? I was thinking of dying it blond and I needed someone’s opinion,” Roseline said, blushing a bit.
She hadn’t exactly told anyone this, but she did want to share it with someone whom she trusted. Hoping of a good opinion, she looked around the room nervously. She had gotten a bit bored of her dark red hair and she did want to try something new.
She thought that the new shade would bring her face out more and her small frame would match perfectly. But other people had different views. She just wondered what Marshall’s would be! And she didn’t want to admit it, but his opinion would be important to her.
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Post by Marshall Suijen on Jan 20, 2008 22:08:58 GMT -5
"Good, a girl who's actually too lazy to clean something up. Looks like we'll get along just fine." He laughed, as he was lazy when it came to those sorts of things as well. Well, not so much lazy as he worried about other things too much to even care about that. His dorm had been a complete and utter mess before Aleshanee tattled about his condition to their parents. Of course, his life had been a complete and utter mess then too.
Marshall's eyes darted over to Roseline as she asked him his opinion on dying her hair blonde. Marshall squinted, feeling put on the spot all of a sudden. Why did girls have to ask so many questions about their appearance? From experience with most of the girls he was around, especially his sister, they wanted you to agree with them, not to tell them the full truth if you didn't like something. So Marshall wasn't sure what to say or do. Finally, he decided to go with what he thought. "It's quite a bit change, isn't it? I think you should just do a little first, to see what it's like. Just not jump into the whole thing."
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Post by Roseline Marie Cecil on Jan 21, 2008 14:22:57 GMT -5
Rosely gave him a warm smile and fingered her dark red curls. A few strands of blond will surely make her complexion show more. She nodded in appreciation then walked over to where Marshall was sitting.
“Thanks for supporting my idea. I’ll be sure to take your opinion in consideration when I dye it, yet I can’t guarantee you I won’t get carried away. It happens quite often,” she added with another laugh.
She was startled when a small melody was heard. She immediately recognized it as her cell phone and let out a loud groan; she was in no mood of answering, especially since she was spending time with Marshall.
“Sorry,” she whispered and hurried to get it. She flipped it open and mumbled agreement as a sad expression dawned her pale face. She gave another reassuring smile, as the pink in her cheeks returned.
“Um…well, my friend just called me about the Lacrosse practice. It starts in 30 minutes. I need to change, but don’t leave yet! You could walk me to the fields, if you’d like to…” Rosely’s voice drifted away as she waited for his answer.
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Post by Marshall Suijen on Jan 22, 2008 0:40:43 GMT -5
"It's alright, I understand." He just didn't want her to do something that ended up looking horrible in the end. He couldn't understand why girls were so obsessed with changing their looks all the time anyway. Of course, that wasn't all girls, but as most girls he spent his time around acted like that...well, of course he would get that idea about them.
Marshall frowned slightly as the phone went off. He waited with his hands in his pockets as Roseline chatted away with...somebody, and then came back over to Marshall and informed him of Lacrosse practice. Marshall nodded. He did want to spend more time with her, but if she had practice, she had practice. His eyes lit up slightly as she mentioned him walking her to the fields. "I'd like that." And he could tell by the way Roseline was acting that she'd like that too. It was amazing, Marshall hadn't clicked with anyone this well in quite a while.
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Post by Roseline Marie Cecil on Jan 22, 2008 22:39:02 GMT -5
Roseline smiled and disappeared into her bathroom, grabbing some shorts and a tank top on the way. They were going to start on the indoor courts so it was guaranteed warmth. She sighed and put her hair in a pony tail, while her mind thought of different ways to style it once it was died; she couldn’t wait. She shed off her jeans and shirt and hurried to put on the black shorts that had her name marked on the front, accompanied by a lacrosse stick emblem, and then put on her blue tank top. Her bangs got in her eyes and she blew a swift wish of air, so it could get out of her eyes. She nodded appreciatively, taking another good look in the bathroom mirror and got out, pilling the bunch of clothes up and throwing them on the bed.
“Ready to go!” she added with a confident smile, while a blush reached her cheeks, “Thanks for coming with me!”
She grabbed a hold of his hand and led him out of the dorm room, then stopped for a second and placed a light kiss on his cheek. “I like you, Marshall; you make me feel like myself!We should do this more often.”
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Post by Marshall Suijen on Jan 22, 2008 23:28:38 GMT -5
Marshall waited in the main room of the dorm while Roseline was in the bathroom. He felt tempted to snoop around a bit, but decided against it. He certainly wasn't going to go digging through drawers or anything, though his eyes did scan the room and take everything in. He didn't see any problems with that.
Before he knew it, Roseline was out of the bathroom. He smiled at her, and the smile grew as he watched Roseline throw her clothes onto the bed. Then the two of them left the dorm room, and Roseline did something Marshall wasn't expecting. She kissed him on the cheek.
Which wasn't really that big of a deal, but Marshall hadn't dealt with anything like this in a while. His eyes were slightly widened, but the look on his face clearly gave the impression that he wasn't upset about it at all.
"I like you too, and yes, we should." He looked at her. Not only had she kissed him on the cheek, but she'd invited him of all people to go to the Winter Ball with her. It sure made the gears in his head turn in curiosity. However, it was true that he liked her. No matter what happened, he did want to get to know her more.
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Post by Roseline Marie Cecil on Jan 23, 2008 20:25:18 GMT -5
Roseline gave another big, toothy smile as she saw that Marshall did appreciate the small kiss on the cheek. She did that to a lot of boys, but to Marshall it seemed different and for a second there she was actually scared of rejection.
She sighed deeply as the blush from her neck disappeared and a bit of repose took over. She pinned some strands of hair back into her bun and checked her reflection in the nearby mirror before they left.
“I’m glad you share my feelings,” she added a bit shyly, then grabbed a sweatshirt and her Lacrosse stick before heading out of the door, locking it as she exited. The fragranced and lighted room was left behind as they walked through the hallway; A deep sentiment of joy settling as her new mood.
She was feeling great and was truly excited about Lacrosse practice as well. Not only would she see her friends, but have a lot of fun as well. She giggled a bit as excitement took over and her heartbeat increased. She hurried her pace and grabbed Marshall’s hand, trying to get him to follow her onto the fields.
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