Don't Wait [KAT]

[christopherellis]

After arriving at Northvale Academy, Christopher found himself spending most of his time at the Arts room. It was hardly his fault; Northvale was big and exciting, but the idea of a school actually having an Arts room-- something that his old school didn't have-- was amazing and wonderful and asdfghjkl. And anway, it wasn't like he didn't have a reason to be in the Arts room this time. He was busy working on a personal project of his, which would be the first actual batch of jewelry that he designed and produced himself. It was going to be wonderful, and while he was done with most of the sketches already, there were still some parts that Christopher wanted to fine-tune. Although he could easily change the shape or shave off a bit of metal once he'd actually made the pieces. It was just... something he had to do.

Music blasting away in his ears-- thank God for earphones--, Christopher hummed a little as he continued sketching. It was really nice to have such an environment where he could let himself get completely absorbed with his work; in his old school, there were always people appearing and bugging him and asking what he was doing and ugh, that was so annoying. One would've thought that the earphones would already tell people that he didn't want to be disturbed! But in the two weeks that Chris'd been in Northvale, no one had come up to bug him yet (for reasons unknown, because he still wasn't sure whether it was because the people at Northvale were actually that polite or instead because they were unbelievably cliquish and didn't talk to people outside their circle of friends). He kind of wished that he had gone up to people on his first few days and tried to befriend them, but it wasn't like being a transfer student was ever very easy. Since he transferred in so late in the year, it was highly likely that everyone already found their own little groups of friends and didn't really care too much about adopting a stray metal borea, anyway.

But it didn't matter, and it was partly his fault, too. He'd allowed himself to get so absorbed in his project that he didn't even know what he'd do when he was done with it. Heck, he didn't even know who he was supposed to sell the stuff to, because he didn't even have friends in his school. More than ever, he missed Max being by his side; Max would know what to do. Max would probably already have made friends with the entire school and half the school would be so in love with him that they'd fall over themselves to buy his little brother's goods. Maybe later he'd write a letter to Max. Christopher was sure that he'd like that.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kat!
Notes: I told you I hate starting. It's really awks and bad ;-;
Lyrics: Get Me Right by Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Chloe!

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[katrina narissa wilcott]

Katrina really did love Art. It was one of the few subjects that allowed her to get dirty, and make a mess, and not get into trouble for it. In fact, it was encouraged! That was fantastic! She felt that, if you didn't make at least some mess, then you were doing it wrong. Depending on what you were doing, of course. Because some forms of Art, like sketching and collage, were fairly neat. But, even though Kat was pretty good at those two things, he much preferred the mess she made whilst she was sloshing around paint or sculpting a model out of clay. It was funny, really, because most of the other girls in her Art class were horrified at any mess. How silly they were.

That was probably why Kat was glad that she was different from most of the other girls. Sure, she was pretty shit at anything magic-related, and yes, some of the other girls had better things and lives than she did. But honestly? She didn't care! What was important was that she was just so much more fun. All the other girls were boring and predictable, with their big, teased up hair and awful orange makeup. Kat rarely wore makeup, anyway. She didn't need to. She was just as sexy without it as she was with it. Only facing facts. Although, she did like putting it on. It was almost like painting a canvas.

Speaking of painting. That was why she was here after school, of all times to be in the Art department. She'd started her canvas painting that Miss Arcanum had suggested she do, just to go for a higher grade than the one she was already getting (an A, no less, So why she was doing this, she didn't know). She did like her painting. It was a half done self portrait, or though slightly more abstract and colorful than what half the class had done. And, sure, maybe she'd misunderstood the task a smidge. But that was what she liked so much about Art - it was all up to one's own interpretation.

So, hands already covered in streaks of paint of varying colors, she carefully filled the background in, making sure to use an array of different hues to make it more appealing to look at. She liked Art a lot. It was one of her favourite pass times in the world. Besides, y'know, all her Performing Arts crap. Acting especially.

If she was honest, she hadn't really paid much attention to the boy busily sketching opposite her. That was, not until the little scribbling noise of his pencil caught her attention. She'd let herself get pretty distracted from the world around her - that happened a lot when there was a paintbrush in her hand. She peered over at him, watching the sketchy movements that his pencil made over the paper. He was... designing something? She looked up at him to ask, but before she could speak, she noticed the earhones. That was... not helpful. Oh, well. Maybe she could ask later, if she got there in time. For now, though, she just absent-mindedly stared at him, her head tilted in slight curiosity.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Chris!
Notes: omfg I'm sorry she's such a creeper
Lyrics: Please Don't Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin

[christopherellis]

And with a final stroke of his pencil, Christopher figured that he was done with his touch-up of the first sketch. Frankly, there wasn't much more that he could do to it, having had already inked it, coloured it in and even written in teeny little numbers the thickness that the various parts should be. And while he knew that he should complete the rest of his designs before making the first necklace, he really couldn't wait. It was no surprise, really; it'd been so long since he allowed himself to craft something (having had been completely absorbed in his designing) and he missed dearly the feeling of metal thrumming and molding under the influence of his powers. So there was no choice about it, really.

Removing his earphones and putting all unnecessary distractions away-- music was great for sketching, but not so much for the actual molding although he did possess the ability to drown everything else in the world out when he was absorbed--, Christopher removed a small lump of silver and a small sapphire gem from his bag. Good metals were expensive, but they were worth it when it came to his jewelry. Plus, he was certain that he'd eventually be able to find someone willing to buy it from him for the right price-- and if he didn't manage to, he could always wear it himself. He did love the feeling of cool metal on his skin, after all.

Eyes narrowed in quiet concentration, he pulled the lump of silver apart and started crafting a few individual, simpler bits of his (admittedly rather complicated) design. It was always good to start with the easy stuff, because it took some time for Christopher to get to his usual standard. That was why Christopher always had to look back at his first-created pieces after finishing everything and correct any mistakes that he might have made. Christopher flicked his wrist a little a medium-sized ball of silver flew towards it, stopping only to hover directly above it. Using his powers, he smoothened out the silver and set to carving his designs into it. A small smile crept onto his face as he lost himself in doing what he loved best.

Christopher was so absorbed in his work that he failed to notice the girl sitting nearby, staring absently at him. If he had noticed her, he'd probably have tried to put on a show for her. Goodness knew he loved using unnecessarily dramatic hand movements-- but then again, for such a delicate project, maybe it was better that he hadn't noticed her after all.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kat!
Notes: Ha, creeper!Kat! Nah, she's not a creeper. c:
Lyrics: Get Me Right by Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Chloe!

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[katrina narissa wilcott]

She knew that she should most probably be working, but come on. Someone as easily distracted and/or entertained as the young witch was would most likely understand that it was hard to pay attention to what you were supposed to be doing, especially if someone else was doing something that was interesting. She didn't know what the boy was doing, nor what this would end up as, but that was just what she liked about it. The mystery of the situation, as overly dramatic as that sounded. Which she knew was a lot. So, she liked drama. She found it fun. Sue her.

He'd taken out his headphones! Oh wow. Wow! Maybe... maybe she could try talking now? ... Actually. Bu the looks of things, shit just got serious , because she could tell by the rummaging in his bag that he had some kind of purpose, and, well... maybe it would have been rude to slow him down? Even though she didn't really care about the inconveniences that she put others to sometimes, she didn't know this boy. So maybe the best thing to do was to just keep quiet, keep watching and wait for an opportunity to speak, should one come up.

No promises there, though. The sorceress was incredibly impatient.

She was slightly confused as he pulled out the lump of silver and the small sapphire. What would he be using those for? There wasn't anywhere where he could mold those, anyway - there was nowhere nearly hot enough. And the Kiln didn't count - that was for clay. So what was it for? Maybe for a decoration of some kind? That could have been the case for the gem. But the metal? Unlikely. She knew that she wasn't the smartest person in the world... but this was just ridiculously ambiguous. She didn't know about anyone else. but she just couldn't work this out for the life of her.

That was, until he started using his powers to sort everything out, separating and shaping the metal with an ease that she hadn't seen. She grinned widely. Oh, right! He was one of them borea things that she'd heard went here now! She hadn't met one of those before. And, judging by some of the stories that went around about certain types of borea, she was kind of maybe a little bit happy that she hadn't. Okay, no she wasn't. Because, come on, sometimes a little bit of danger was fun. That was just how life worked.

She watched with an avid interest as he began carving designs into the silver, her grey doe eyes lit up with a kind of... excitement. She loved watching other races use their powers; it was a great insight into the way they worked. Sure, she might not have been all that powerful, but she knew how sorcery worked to some extent. Everything else intrigued her greatly. She'd only been here for a week, and she was already learning a lot about other races. That was so good! At least, it was to her.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Chris!
Notes: "creeper!Kat" xD
Lyrics: Please Don't Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin

[christopherellis]

Finishing up the last of the etching-designs required for his necklace, he paused for a small moment to scruntize his handiwork. It was acceptable, although not his best work-- he'd always been more talented in molding than carving, anyway. He didn't exactly train his powers for that, instead preferring to concentrate everything on his control. That was why he was able to make the metal hover and spin and mold. Crafting, after all, was a delicate art which required a lot of control.

Christopher then picked up the largest lump of metal that was on the table and looked at it for a moment before resuming his work. This time, made thin strips of silver come out from the lump, and let them all hover in the air while he worked individually on each one. He was rather afraid of tiring himself out, but then again, it didn't take that much energy to make the silver float and he just didn't like it when his unfinished work touched the table. He was rather nitpicky that way, even though letting the silver rest on the table wouldn't actually do anything to it. He quickly manipulated the metal into twisting and turning into the most elaborate curls, their sizes, thickness and colour differing with each curl. Everything had to be unique, of course. This took some time for him to do, due to the delicacy of the entire thing. But he was finally done soon enough, and he carefully broke the sapphire into tiny shards and embedded the gems into the silver curls.

That was finished a lot more quickly than the curls, and Christopher-- well, Christopher was feeling a bit tired from using his powers like that, because in addition to his unnecessary use of it, he also didn't have much of a power reserve to begin with. So he let all the metals rest in the velvet bag he'd brought them in and made to take out his sketchbook to continue working on his other designs for a bit when he noticed a girl who was sitting opposite him in the classroom kind of staring at him.

Well, that was odd.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kat!
Notes: creeper!Kat and confused!Chris
Lyrics: Get Me Right by Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Chloe!

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[katrina narissa wilcott]

Katrina knew that she shouldn't really have let herself be so easily distracted by what someone else was doing when she had her own project to finish. But what he was doing was just so elaborate and beautiful, she couldn't not look. She kind of envied him, and wished magic would let her do that sort of thing. Not that she could have done the spells, though, even if magic did stretch that far. No, she knew she was a bit too shit at magic to be able to do something like that. But still! If magic did permit it, then she would have at least had a chance or learning the spells someday!

She was curious as to how he hadn't noticed her watching him so intently yet. Because, even though Katrina's eyes held a soft, unimposing gaze, it wasn't as if she was completely invisible. But then, the boy looked like he was concentrating pretty hard on what he was doing. Maybe, somehow, while he was working, he managed to silence the world around him. Just like she did, sometimes, when she was doing something that she loved. It happened more often that it should have for her, though, because she didn't even need to be doing anything. Her mind would just float off in random directions without her even realizing.

She was absolutely astounded by what the boy had created, though. Really. She didn't think that she'd ever seen something of that caliber before, and if she had, she couldn't remember it. But she probably hadn't, seeing as her and her father weren't exactly the richest of people. The sapphires caught the light in the most pretty way, reflecting random beams of light that almost hypnotized the witch (because, yes, she was that easily entertained). And the intricate design of the necklace, although Kat believed that simplicity was sometimes better, was just beautiful. She was a bit envious of his skill, actually. But then, she hadn't attempted jewelry-making before. Maybe because she didn't have the ability, time or resources to do so.

And it now appeared that, at long last, he'd noticed her sitting there staring at him. Well, not necessarily him (although, admittedly, he did have a nice face), but more at his work. It might have seemed a little weird to him, a random stranger eyeing him up, but come on. This was Katrina. It wasn't that bad, coming from her. In fact, it was a compliment. She gave him a warm grin, pushing her brown curls behind her ear. "S' pretty," she commented lightly, gesturing toward the necklace. Hopefully, that was enough of an excuse for her shameless staring. Heck, as if she even needed one.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Chris!
Notes: Awwww, Chris~
Lyrics: Please Don't Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin

[christopherellis]

Initially, Christopher thought that the girl who was staring at him was really, really weird, but he realised quickly enough that she hadn't been staring at him so much as staring at his work. Because that made a lot more sense; Max was the one who always got people who wound up randomly staring at him. It was a well-known fact that Max was the better-looking of the twins, and also the more social one. Which didn't mean that Christopher wasn't social, but just... less than Max.

Then she commented that the necklace was pretty, which made Christopher start blushing like crazy. It wasn't that he didn't know that his designs were good, but it was just... the first time in forever that someone other than Max had told him that something he made looked pretty. He quickly ducked his head down, trying to hide the stupid smile that was spreading really quickly over his face and the blush (gosh, he didn't even know that he could blush so much!) ".... thanks," he mumbled, running his hand through his hair-- a nervous tick that he'd had since birth that he never really managed to get rid of. And well, Christopher really loved having his work praised. It was really nice to know that people liked what he did, even though he wasn't, well, professional or anything. He looked back up, the stupid smile on his face replaced by a grin. "I'm thinking of selling them!" he told her excitedly. "The ones with gems would be pretty expensive, of course, because they have gems inside, but I was hoping that I'd be able to make some small profit off this. Does this place have somewhere you can sell your artsy stuff?"

Not that his hometown had one, but Christopher always dreamed that there would be a place where artsy pupils all group together and sell their artwork for a little bit of profit. The painters (like this girl seemed to be) could do on-the-spot commissions, and then he'd sell jewelry, there could be music classes-- it'd basically be an arts center, and it'd be wonderful. And while he really didn't know whether Northvale had one (attached to the school or not he didn't really care), he really wanted there to be something like that. It would be unbelievably cool.

Then Christopher realised that he'd drifted off while talking to someone. Crap, that was embarrassing. "Hi, I'm Christopher," he told the girl, still smiling. "Call me Chris, okay?"

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Kat!
Notes: "Call me Chris, okay?" asdfghjkl
Lyrics: Get Me Right by Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Chloe!

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