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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Nov 5, 2010 8:26:22 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color]  ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo sat in the rather dark art room alone—it wasn’t class time by any means and was getting late. He had made a habit of staying after class to work on one piece or another, always keeping them concealed during the day in a garbage bag or some other object that would obscure the common person’s view of the piece. Angelo had learned early in his life that he was an art prodigy, or at least his parents called him one. But he knew it was more than that, he wasn’t just a prodigy, he was Michelangelo, the renaissance artist who was known by most everyone for his sculpture and by those more narrowed in art for his work on the Sistine Chapel. Hell—religious fanatics even knew his work, even if they didn’t know it. He was the one who had created the first artistic piece portraying god as an older man with a beard and particular musculature—the piece could be found on the Sistine Chapel roof. His version had carried on through history and had become the standard portrayal of god.
This was also why he hid his work away from prying eyes. When he worked on a piece for class he did his best to modify his natural style and make it look more original and less—well, less like Michelangelo. However, when he did extracurricular creations, he let his style shine though only modifying it slightly. Hiding it was important—especially in an art classroom, which was why this piece in particular he had brought back and forth from his room everyday he had worked on it. He didn’t want anyone with much knowledge of Michelangelo’s art style to discover it—though if they did he would insist he was doing a work-in-the-style-of-this-artist…something teachers were not unknown of assigning projects for…hell he was so used to assignments like “paint this like the Egyptians would” or “make a painting that is in the style of Van Gogh”. He hoped people would buy it.
The sculpture was carved in marble, just like the good old days (being his previous life) and he had the chisel and a small hammer in his hand and was chipping away at the marble. He was careful not to get rid of the layers down to the core of what the marble was telling him to sculpt—he needed something left to sand it to perfect smoothness. The piece was only 30cm by 20cm which made it tiny and as a result his tools were also quite tiny. At the moment a torso was defined in the marble along with the beginnings of a face. The only side with work done on it was the side that was facing him as he worked. He would make his way around.
The tables were littered with sketches and concept drawings—all done in pencil or charcoal. The depicted a man, no older than twenty with loose wavy hair and with musculature that wasn’t all that phenomenal—which was in itself a bit strange for Michelangelo’s style. But the sketches mirrored the image of the artist chiseling at the marble. Yes—it was a self portrait. Angelo hated and loved self-portraits. It was time he had one made in stone, seeing as the materials were too expensive back in those days when he was so famous for his sculptures.
Today, he was wearing a white apron coated in a thin layer of dust and with evident marks of paint on it from past works. It was quite completely worn and used. Angelo always wore an apron when working as a precaution—the less he had to spend on clothes the better. His green converse had lasted forever and were worn to all hell, but they were comfortable. He also had a pair of faded grey jeans that were worn especially bad in the knees but had yet to rupture into holes. His t-shirt was just a plain black t-shirt of course. All articles of clothing were dusted with marble—it was to be expected after all.
His focus was almost completely on the marble and since he had only turned on the lights in the section of the classroom he was in it left a ring of darkness around him almost. It made working easier for him as most artists had a preferred way of working. He would have set up candles instead as he was used to but decided against it. Fire in an art room wasn’t suggested in the modern day. He accepted that and could understand the reasoning, hence the use of fluorescent lights. Angelo occasionally rose his head and looked around the room to see if anything had moved or changed—who knew who would be lurking around at this time of day. It was only five in the evening and still he felt like it was that much later…it seemed he would be calling it quits early today.
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Jan 26, 2011 10:25:17 GMT -7
A few days before, Oliver had come across a strange boy on the grounds of the school, working on an oddly familiar sketch of what looked to be a statue of sorts. This might have been something that Oliver would have let be in the beginning of the year, but now he knew better. He was a recruiter for RSOR, which meant that anything out of the ordinary needed to at least be investigated. The older boy's sketches seemed to showcase far too much skill for that of an ordinary seventeen or eighteen year old, and thus Oliver did a bit of research. Now he was almost positive that his suspicions were correct. He had to start somewhere, and art seemed like the most logical place given the circumstances. He had his work cut out for him, as he knew next to nothing about art in general; it was not his area of expertise. In fact, he still considered himself lucky, rather than believing that his scouting out the boy's supposed identity was a matter of skill. He'd come across pictures of Michelangelo's David that had striking similarities with the very drawing that the older boy had been working at out on the grounds. Oliver was fully aware that while this did not mean anything, it was highly suspicious, and only seemed to lend credence to a reincarnate. However, he was also well aware now that, for a short period of time, the RSOR had scouted out Errol thinking that he was Beethoven, when Errol was as normal as normal could be (relatively speaking, anyway). The next step was finding the other boy, whose name he did not even know, and making a few more inquiries. Then, if everything turned out, he could pass this boy on to Petra, Isa, or any of the other leaders to complete the recruiting process. The first place Oliver looked was at that same spot on the grounds. It seemed like a logical place to start - People had their habits, after all. Maybe this boy had a habit of sitting outside and working on his sketches (or, if Oliver's suspicions were correct, his blueprints for sculptures). Unfortunately (though perhaps not all that surprising), there was no sign of the long-haired boy. Oliver headed back into the school, unzipping his light jacket as there was no need to be bundled up within the school. However, he also saw no need to head back up to his dorm just to return his jacket, and thus continued his search in said jacket, even though it was a tad warm given that the heat was on in the school. Oliver smirked a little at the vague thought of sprinkling pepper into the heat vents at school as a prank. He'd pulled it once before, in his past life, but it had not gone over well - Rather than cancel class, as he and his friends hoped would happen, the teachers simply opened up the windows on a cold winter day and continued to teach, even though their students were sitting in class coughing and sniffling the entire time. Maybe an encore performance would go better? Realizing that he was getting a tad sidetracked in his reminiscences, Oliver continued on past the heat vents, contemplative. If the older boy was within the school, Oliver might very well be on a wild goose chase. While he wanted to make another recruit, he wasn't sure if he wanted to waste his afternoon searching high and low at a four story school (five if one were to include the attic, though Oliver was not as this boy was not in RSOR...yet) for someone he hardly knew. The freshman was just about to give up when suddenly the obvious answer came to him - Potential reincarnated artist? The art room. Of course! Oliver opted to use the elevator to reach the fourth floor. Stepping out, Oliver made his way toward the art room, or what he assumed was the vague direction that the art room was in. He had yet to take art himself, though it was on his schedule for the next semester, but he knew enough people that were taking art to know at least the vague location. When he located the room, identifiable by the various works of art students displayed in the hall, he entered quietly and cautiously. At first, he might have assumed there was no one inside, as darkness blanketed most of the room. As he peered in, however, he noted the light coming from the corner of the room - As well as the very boy that he was looking for. Said boy was working on what appeared to be a miniature sculpture, which only added to the younger boy's suspicions. Oliver approached as quietly as he could, hoping to take in as much as he could before the other boy noted his presence. He made it close enough to catch a glimpse of the sketches the other boy had made, of the project that he was currently working on. Finally, Oliver decided that it was high time to speak up. He took a deep breath and mustered up his courage. "Neat drawings! You know, you're awfully good for a high school student..."[/color] A small grin played at his feature at these words, though his hands were in his jacket pocket, hidden from view. Otherwise, the older boy might have noted that Oliver was trembling out of nervousness. He was not sure how this would go, only that he was fairly certain that it would not be easy, and that he had to go through with it anyway. It still beat giving a speech any day of the week, at least? Word count: 962 To: Jez-E/Angelo Notes: There we go! |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Jan 29, 2011 9:20:07 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo had thought himself in the clear. He had even forgotten about the boy the other day. He had shaken off the experience as he usually did and let it drop. Not to say he wouldn’t recognize the boy but at least he didn’t have to worry about the kid bothering him again right? Or at least he thought that way. His mind didn’t linger anywhere for long though since he was busy working on something. Art always took his mind off of everything else. All that mattered right now was the figure screaming to get out of this block of marble.
As a result, Angelo had no idea that the boy was approaching as he worked. His eyes were stuck on the marble and his focus was there too. He didn’t even hear the approaching steps he should have…even if the boy was being quiet. Naturally, Angelo wasn’t paying any mind as the other got a look at what he was doing. Naturally, when Oliver spoke, Angelo jumped and spun, almost all in the same moment. He had the chisel in one hand and a small mallet in the other, as he had been working after all.
When Angelo’s eyes landed on the boy from the other day he had to put the clamp down on what he was about to say. He was about to throw out a string of swear words. What the hell was this kid doing! And what the hell—why was he even down here. It was well past school hours and the kid wasn’t into art! So why would he be in the art room at this hour? Angelo’s questions, as unanswered as they were, threw his wall of caution up pretty damn high. His eyes narrowed in irritation at having been caught off guard but also in having the boy show his face here at all. Was it so much to ask for a little peace?
He took that moment to think back on what the kid had said. Something about being good for a high school student. ”Practice does that…”
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Jan 29, 2011 12:23:02 GMT -7
Oliver knew what it was like to be completely absorbed in a piece of work. In fact, Oliver's approach had strange similarities to the approach that Joan had used when first recruiting him in the library. The fact that Angelo was too busy working on his sculpture to notice Oliver's presence allowed Oliver to take in more information that he could use to this advantage. He was able to take a glimpse at the sketches that bore frightening similarities to the style of Michelangelo, from what Oliver could discern from his research. "That's true, I suppose. How much practice could you really have, though? You're only what, seventeen or eighteen?"[/color] These words felt strange coming out of Oliver's mouth. Sometimes the words could come with ease, depending on who he was talking to. Jackson he'd hit it off with quite easily, but Jackson was also his age, and easy to relate to. He'd gotten to know Lenita before the subject of reincarnation was even brought up with her. This boy, who had yet to even introduce himself to Oliver (then again, Oliver had not as yet introduced himself either), was older, taller, and had an intimidating demeanor. Something that was only exemplified when the full front of Angelo's annoyance was directed at Oliver. Oliver tensed up at once, though tried his best not to show this to the senior. He instead directed this toward the hands still concealed within his pockets, which he squeezed tightly into fists. Likely, he would have marks in his hands where the nails dug into his skin later on, but this did not matter much to him at the moment. He had to press on, no matter how uncomfortable it made him feel - no matter how much he wanted to run from the room at once, to say 'nevermind, my mistake'. Normally he could handle one on one situations with people he did not know, even if they made him a tad uncomfortable, but this boy was making it very clear that he did not want Oliver around, in turn making Oliver more uncomfortable with the fact that he had to remain around to do his job. He'd feel more comfortable if he had backup, but he had a feeling that might make Angelo shut him out completely. No, it was best to keep it this way and see where it went. Oliver opted to go for the truth to the older boy's next question. "I was looking for you, actually."[/color] He spoken in an even tone, careful not to betray any nervousness. He doubted that the boy would fall for an excuse that Oliver was just 'passing by', and thus the truth seemed like the best option. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about your work. Like I said, it's really good. It looks like something a professional would do, especially what you're working on right now."[/color] Oliver managed a small grin at this point. If he were talking to anyone else, he likely would have been amused at the start of another exchange like this. Not so much with Angelo, however. With Angelo, he was unsure how the other boy would take it. Still, he had to start somewhere, and Angelo seemed to know that Oliver knew something was up. So why beat around the bush? He just wished he hadn't found such a hard prospect to recruit. It was bound to happen eventually though - at least he had some experience to fall back on now. Word count: 603 To: Jez-E/Angelo Notes: Kinda short... |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Jan 30, 2011 10:10:20 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color]
Now that Angelo’s mind was off the sculpture he was half tempted to clean it all up and take off as fast as he could. He didn’t want to head back to his dorm though—seeing as he had room mate issues. He just wanted to be left alone and even his room mates couldn’t manage that, those assholes! And now, this kid! Why the hell was everyone intent on bothering, pestering and simply being around Angelo? He couldn’t ooze leave-me-alone anymore than he already was. It seemed lives collided and people were the same in both….
”Plenty…its call drawing and sketching constantly. Seventeen is several years older than you are...And I spent the better part of that seventeen years sketching, drawing and sculpting…“
[/b] He retorted. He was now quite reluctant to give anything useful. He was also generalizing and trying not to consider the knowledge he had as Michelangelo. He had spent seventy-seven years before that working on art pretty-much constantly, or at least as supplies allowed it. So yeah, he was good, and he didn’t know if a teenager could get that good that fast, but this kid needed to stop prying! Angelo probably should have looked into the fact that the boy said “only” about being seventeen or eighteen but it was too subtle and he was focused more on getting the kid to bug off. He probably would have wrote it off as a coincidence anyways. It wasn’t like anyone else would understand what he was going through and who he was (hahaha surrreee they don’t Angelo). He had art to make and he had marble calling to him to be liberated. Living this life in this secrecy certainly made that hard. Sometimes he wondered why he even hid it at all. It was true though, that Angelo wasn’t making this easy for Oliver. He also didn’t know what this was. Everything about Angelo said to remain a loner. He had been a loner in his first life, was a loner in this life and lacked the social skills to handle this situation without scaring or pissing off the person he was talking to. Angelo had intentionally taken to the intimidating approach, figuring this kid was that much younger than him and the kid also seemed a bit nervous. It was understandable. Angelo was trying to make this interaction as uncomfortable as possible and making it as clear as possible be didn’t want to talk to the kid. Hell, he had half a mind to just ignore the brat. If he had to deal with the kid again that would be his next approach he decided. Angelo’s eyes narrowed as the boy said he was actually looking for Angelo. For only a moment Angelo’s mind skimmed over the idea that the boy was nervous and clearly didn’t want to be here but was here just for that reason. It wasn’t something people usually did. Instead he moved right on to getting past irritable and leaning into the realm of ticked off. He took a moment to take three subtle breaths to calm his nerves, knowing it was worthless to just yell at the kid. Angelo raised an eyebrow at the motive of talking to Angelo about his work. ”And what use would you have with my work? What reason do you have for why I should even consider talking to you about my work?”[/b] Angelo replied, his tone very condescending. This kid was fourteen. He was no art critic. He was no gallery owner. And he certainly couldn’t afford to commission anything. So what interested did the kid have in his work that could possibly be worth Angelo’s time? Hell, if he was able to use his real name, Michelangelo, the commissions would be enough to keep him sculpting for the rest of his second life. This boy couldn’t afford his talents. ”What I am sculpting or drawing isn’t of your concern…”[/b] he added dismissively, standing and starting to wrap up the sculpture and putting the tools in a sleeve he had brought down for them. He even started collecting the sketches, dusting off the marble and getting a bit of charcoal on his hands as a result (seeing as he doesn’t sketch in pencil usually). He wiped marble dust and charcoal on his apron but it was already all over the rest of his clothes. He then dusted off the table, using his sleeve to toss the specks of marble on the floor and walked over to get the broom.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Open ••
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Jan 30, 2011 12:23:37 GMT -7
Oliver had most certainly not failed to notice that Angelo was putting forth every sign that he did not want to be bothered. He could not be dissuaded that easily. Oliver was unable to keep himself from raising his eyebrow at the boy's assertion that seventeen was 'several years older than him', as suspicious as it might have looked. At this point though, Oliver did not care much about looking suspicious. Perhaps that might clue Angelo in that there was something else at work here, and that Oliver was very much onto him. Then again, he'd probably already gathered that much as it was. It didn't make much sense for a fourteen year old math and science geek to be lurking around an artist without a reason, after all. This comment also stirred something up within Oliver, which enabled him to state his next phrase with confidence. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you've had more than seventeen years of practice."[/color] It took everything in Oliver to make the eye contact needed to meet Angelo's gaze. Eye contact was needed, as Oliver wanted to make certain that Angelo saw that Oliver meant business with this statement. He was not uttering it as a joke, but meant it. He hoped this would be an ambiguous enough statement. It was risky, yes, far more risky than Oliver would have preferred given the situation. But it had to be, as Angelo was already showing signs that he wanted to escape. Oliver had to make sure that that didn't happen. At the same time, he was fighting tooth and nail to make sure that he did not betray just how uncomfortable he was with this. This was a man who had to rely on his sister to charm potential customers for the airplane business because he was too shy to employ the sales tactics himself. Tough situations like this bothered him immensely, and it didn't help that Angelo had seven inches and three years on this body. He couldn't let Angelo know just how much this bothered him, however, because then he'd likely fail at this task. And failing was not something that he wanted to do. "It's not so much that I have an interest in your work."[/color] Oliver started, then proceeded onward. "I think RSOR would be highly interested, however, and that is why I am here."[/color] Oliver watched as Angelo began to gather his things up. Oliver's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened just slightly at the realization that he had to pounce now. He was figuratively backed into a corner, and he needed to do something to make Angelo stay. He relaxed considerably when he saw that Angelo was only going to get the broom. Yes, he was still cleaning up, but at least that bought Oliver more time. Oliver decided to make his move when Angelo's back was turned. He approached the pile of sketches on the table, not touching them but perusing them from where he stood just a few feet away. As Angelo's penetrating stare was not on him at this moment in time, Oliver felt much more at ease, and was going to take advantage of this. "The RSOR is concerned with individuals who show strange aptitudes and talents."[/color] He paused, still looking down at the sketches, finding this was much easier than looking Angelo in the eye. Now why couldn't he do this the entire time? Oh, right. That would be too easy. "I would say that a seventeen year old with an artistic style almost identical to a Renaissance artist would fall under that heading."[/color] Oliver made out that he was simply looking over the sketches further, but in reality, he was gazing at Angelo through his peripheral vision, trying to catch Angelo's response to this. He couldn't play it off forever... Word count: 673 To: Jez-E/Angelo Notes: Beating around the bush isn't going to work for Angelo, methinks. So Oliver's going a bit more direct. >] |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Mar 4, 2011 15:17:17 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo was starting to get beyond frustrated. Why wasn’t this kid taking a hint? He couldn’t spell out any more clearly that he wanted to be left alone. All he had left in his reserve of leave-me-the-fuck-alone was to just say, “Fuck Off”. And Angelo was from a rich family where saying that was like hammering nails in your own coffin. No one had to know if he did say it though right? I mean, it was just a lowly...uh…freshman? Hell, Angelo knew nothing about this kid. Yet the kid wouldn’t leave him alone and was talking like the two of them were friends or something. What was it going to take to get a little peace!?
Angelo sighed loudly at the kid’s next words and shut his eyes, freezing in place a moment. The kid was somehow managing to remain unintimidated and Angelo was trying so hard not to be a complete ass—well, more than usual. But it couldn’t be any harder. one….two….three…four….five….six….seven….eight…..nine…..ten…. Angelo sighed again. ”It is not possible for a seventeen year old to have more than seventeen years of practice…”
[/b] Angelo replied in a tone suggesting an adult telling a child that there is no monster under his bed. Now that didn’t sound condescending…no not at all. Angelo was ignoring all the hints Oliver had given as to Oliver’s own peculiar circumstances. He didn’t want to know any more about this kid and just wanted the boy to leave him alone! That sense of detachment and irritation was keeping him from piecing everything together. Usually Angelo would catch on quite quickly—but this wasn’t some friend of his. This was a strange kid, saying stupid things and irritating the shit out of him. Angelo put the broom back and turned to face Oliver was just in time for Angelo to hear Oliver mention RSOR. ”RSOR? That little club that only has importance to this school because of the secrecy it has? Honestly, it’s a school club. If you are asking for another member, I am not interested. If I was going to join a club I would look into Art Club.”[/b] Angelo replied with an irritated shake of his head. Only Angelo! Anyone else in this damn school would give a limb to join RSOR. Or at least know what the hell it is. And here Angelo was getting it offered to him on a silver platter for no reason other than a little sketch, a sculpture and some artistic talent. Guess he would tell the next person he heard obsessing over it to start painting and hope to get good enough for an invite. Angelo wrapped up the sculpture tucking it into a plastic bag and sticking it in his back pack, his eyes on what he was doing because he honestly just wanted Oliver to disappear at this point. He still had to gather his sketches but he really wanted this conversation over with. He glanced up to see just how close Oliver had gotten. I am not Inter—[/b] Angelo was cut off with the second part of Oliver’s explanation. He shut his mouth and gave Oliver a suspicious look. ”Identical to a Renaissance artist? My work isn’t that perfect. Good try…”[/b] Angelo said, shrugging off what Oliver had said. Though, Angelo was sure he was less than one hundred percent convincing. This kid knew too much. If this were the renaissance and he had a secret like this he would have found a way to discredit him so thoroughly no one would second guess his claims. Then again, back then the suggestion of someone being too much like a long dead person would be credited to time and practice at a particular style. Art was more precise to a person now. Maybe no one would listen because the kid was so young? Or maybe he could discredit him further somehow? Would anyone believe him anyways? No…but Angelo couldn’t have anyone snooping. Someone was bound to make the connection if they started to snoop too closely.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Open ••
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Mar 5, 2011 0:27:32 GMT -7
Oliver was starting to get a tad annoyed himself. Why wasn't Angelo giving him something, anything to work off of? Oliver was almost positive that this guy was a reincarnated, but he needed something. Perhaps a moment of hesitation, a fleeting looking of concern, a small slip of words. Angelo was playing his cards well, but Oliver was watching closely for any sign of breaks in his shield. "Really? You don't sound entirely convinced of that. Why did you close your eyes for so long before answering?"[/color] For all Oliver knew, that might be something entirely different, but it was something, and he was most definitely going to use it. Anything to make this nearly impossible job easier. Oliver felt a surge of anger as Angelo poked fun at RSOR. He kept himself in check, but for the first time, he actually felt truly annoyed with Angelo. In all fairness, that was what the RSOR wanted normal people to think. If Errol and Tamara were to take the same stance that Angelo was taking, everyone's job would be a lot easier. Oliver continued to look away from Angelo and at the sketches. Now that he had someplace else to look, he was going to take advantage of it. He needed something to look at besides Angelo when delivering all of these hard lines. The last thing he needed was to falter in the middle of speaking because Angelo was shooting him a death glare. "RSOR's a little more than that. You meet some interesting people in RSOR. Very interesting people. Lots of movers and shakers. We're into making history, you might say."[/color] Oliver wore a smirk on his face at this one. It was a pretty blatant hint that he hoped that Angelo would get. If he didn't, Oliver would honestly be tempted to hit him over the head with his backpack. It was clear as day that Angelo was stubborn, but God this was annoying. The look that Oliver spotted Angelo giving him out of the corner of his eye pretty much sealed the deal for Oliver. This line had stood out to Angelo for a reason, he could tell. If Angelo was a normal, he likely would have laughed it off. Well, maybe not laughed it off in the case of Angelo - Oliver honestly wondered if the guy was capable of such an action - but passed it off as some silly theory by a fourteen year old boy who didn't know what he was talking about. Angelo hadn't reacted in that way, however, and that interested Oliver immensely. "Isn't that perfect because you're not up to par, or because you don't want it to be perfect? You said yourself what was imperfect about your art, leading me to believe that you know more about what you're doing than you're letting on."[/color] Oliver's heart was positively racing at this point. This wasn't easy for him at all. "I'd say you're a modern day Michelangelo, to be honest. But if you don't want to give yourself credit where it's due..."[/color] Oliver let out a sigh, shaking his head although this was the worst travesty to ever befall Riverdale High. It was all exaggerated, of course, to see how Angelo would react. Angelo. Oliver had to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing. Angelo. Michelangelo. And here he thought Orville and Oliver were quite similar. "Don't think you're the only one here with strange similarities to men and women long passed."[/color] Word count: 609 To: Jez-E/Angelo Notes: Can't get much more direct than this. XD Sheesh. |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Mar 5, 2011 16:19:00 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo’s lack of trust was really the issue here and now that things were getting a little too intense with regard to his connection to Michelangelo, he felt a slight edge of panic creeping in. He had to remind himself that the kid was a child and knew nothing of the circumstances Angelo found himself in. Angelo didn’t want to have to explain his circumstance to anyone, let alone a child. He tried to bite back a sassy remark and almost succeeded, but then he heard the boy’s remark.
Okay, time to be very straightforward. ”Because you are an annoying brat who needs to mind his own business and I was trying not to be completely nasty, but clearly you need someone to spell it out for you. I can’t think of any more ways to tell you to bug off!”
[/b] Angelo said in a low, irritated tone that suggested the very anger he was feeling. The flood gates had opened and there was no stopping them now. His tolerance had hit its limit. He felt cornered, irritated, angry and like he was being interrogated by a baby! He was an amazing artist and had lived a life full of respect—he didn’t deserve this from some high school brat in diapers! Angelo was past caring about the kid staring at his sketches and was now moving into the stages where he just wanted the kid gone for a million and one reasons. Making History? This kid was on drugs! After all the shit he had been saying there was no other excuse…unless…wait—More than seventeen years of practice…Strange Aptitudes and Talents…Making History. Could they maybe understand his little secret? Maybe he wasn’t the only one who didn’t belong in this time period in this school? Then again, what were the chances of them being in the same school and having a private club for it? Ha—he was being childish in his hope for someone to understand. Michelangelo was far past that. Angelo felt that cynicism from his 89 years of previous life bite into his hope and take it away. Nope—this was just some brat who was a tad too nosy! ”If you are suggesting my work can compare to one of the four great artists of the Renaissance than that is your business…I am no—“[/b] Angelo found himself faltering again as a puzzled look appeared on his face at Oliver’s last sentence. Now that one hit home. Angelo looked back at Oliver the suspicion back in his eyes with an almost accusatory edge. ”Whatever you are jumping around with all this crazy talk, spit it out or leave![/b] He snapped out a bit quicker than he should have. There was no doubt in Angelo’s mind that if this kid was something more than he appeared; he already knew the secret Angelo kept so carefully. So much of what the kid said kept catching him off guard and causing him to act suspiciously. Angelo wasn’t about to openly announce it though, and the kid wasn’t going to get that from him—no way no how! Angelo started gathering the sketches up, anger still simmering at the surface. Confusion was bubbling up there too but he tried to ignore it. All he knew was he needed to get out of this circumstance. He felt like a cornered animal and he hated the feeling. He was going to go out of his way to avoid this boy from now on. Hell, he was also going to locate a new place to do his sculpting so the boy couldn’t find him so easily again. Angelo was better off left alone, especially when the person persisting was a mere child with more than a couple dashes of psycho in him.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Open ••
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Mar 5, 2011 23:28:06 GMT -7
Oliver was expecting the onslaught that came next. That was the only reason why he didn't turn tail and run. As it was, he was hardly able to hide the fact that his entire body tensed up when Angelo snarled at him. There was only so much that Oliver could take, and he was starting to reach his breaking point, much like Angelo was reaching his. Oliver knew that he had to act now, or he might lose the chance. He was also nearly positive of Angelo's identity at this point, which helped. "Trust me, I would love to bug off, but this is part of my job. I'm supposed to recruit people. I'm not particularly enjoying this either, but it needs to be done."[/color] Oliver let out a sigh, wishing that this whole thing was over with. Why did he have to be the one to stumble upon Angelo anyway? Why couldn't it be someone like Isa, who always seemed to know just what to say (unless it happened to be a swear word, in which case strange new expletives such as souffle and yargh were introduced to Riverdale vocabulary)? Oliver's statement about Michelangelo was just what Oliver needed to proceed. Angelo's reaction was absolutely perfect. Despite his nervousness, despite the fact that his palms were sweating like mad in their hiding place deep within his pockets, Oliver smirked. He smirked because he knew that he'd been right on his hunch. Angelo Reese was a reincarnate. Angelo Reese was Michelangelo. Oliver was sure of it. Not much seemed to rattle this boy, yet calling him Michelangelo rattled him, got him to put his guard down. Oliver felt as though this was a huge personal victory. In the scheme of things, it wasn't much, of course, but it didn't feel like that to Oliver. "You do have more than seventeen years of experience, don't you? You just don't want anyone to know it. Before you ask how I know, I've been trained specifically for this. And you most certainly aren't the only one hiding a secret around here. I can't say I'm a huge fan of being fourteen again. Your reaction is proof of why I dislike it sometimes. People tend not to take you seriously when you look like this, despite whatever credentials you may have."[/color] Oliver shook his head. "With RSOR it's different. With RSOR everyone'll know exactly who you are. I will warn you, though, everyone in RSOR has credentials to back up their name as well."[/color] Oliver let out a bit of a shaky sigh at this. He needed a moment to catch his breath. He needed a moment to calm down. He wasn't use to this 'hard sell' business at all. Though, to be fair, if it were anyone other than Angelo, Oliver might find it a tad a lot easier. Never again. There was no way in hell that he was doing one this hard on his own again. This was ridiculous. "Reincarnate Society of Riverdale. Riverdale Society of Reincarnates. That's what RSOR is. If you're not interested, that's fine, but still, I thought I would throw the invitation out there, Michelangelo."[/color] Oliver's little spiel was done, and he'd managed to do it with only a few pauses! Now, he just had to wait for a response. He rolled his neck a bit, trying to reduce the tension. Word count: 588 To: Jez-E/Angelo Notes: Yup |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Mar 21, 2011 11:36:14 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo would have been pleased to know the effect he was having on Oliver. Just to know that his attempts to intimidate the boy into leaving were at least somewhat effective would have been quite the gift to be honest. He was starting to wonder if the boy was just daft and didn’t understand that Angelo wanted to be left alone!
Angelo also couldn’t understand why a prestigious club would have a mere child recruiting for it. He would expect those who recruited to be at least juniors if not seniors. And this boy didn’t look like either. So when Oliver had told him that he was a recruiter and he wasn’t particularly enjoying this, Angelo rolled his eyes in further irritation.
Angelo narrowed his eyes as Oliver smirked at his reaction. He found himself getting an internal scolding. If only he could have faked indifference right there. It would have been over and Angelo could have just snapped one last remark and stormed away. But no—Oliver had to somewhat pique Angelo’s curiosity…despite being a pain in the ass. This kid shouldn’t have any idea as to who Angelo really was. He should be just like everyone else who shrugged off Angelo’s talent as an innate gift mixed with developed skill. He should have been in awe of the artwork than took off just like all of them did—assuming they were interested in his artwork at all. And then came the verbal onslaught of information.
Angelo found himself watching Oliver with more suspicion than he had experience before now. He also was mildly surprised, irritated and very confused. Not a great combination of feelings for someone like Angelo…because when he felt any of that combination on its own it lead him to anger…let alone all together. He could feel his temper brewing and even though he was more angry at himself than this dumb kid (though he was angry at the kid too), he still felt this urge to just leave and forget about this conversation. However, a part of him also wanted to have other people who could openly know just who he was. Not that Angelo had needed people in the past….
Angelo was letting his brain process the information and it wasn’t working so well. The only thing that made Angelo accept that what he was hearing must be true was that the boy also clearly wasn’t fourteen just like Angelo wasn’t seventeen. He seemed to understand at least that aspect of Angelo’s confusing life.
Angelo didn’t say anything at first following the sigh Oliver let out when his spiel was over. That was the first major indication Angelo noted that his intimidation was actually working. The kid was definitely not comfortable around Angelo at the moment—to say the least. Angelo kept his eyes on the kid and though he still wasn’t sure what to say he was still watching closely for some sort of reaction. Perhaps waiting for the kid to tell him he was joking or something?
The kid then processed to explain just what RSOR stood for…Angelo was so tempted to just dismiss it altogether. Partly from pride…seeing as he needed no one and didn’t want to appear like he did. He had lived a solitary life once, why not a second time? But also partly because he felt like a fool for even considering to join some silly club. He honestly was very intent on declining the offer—but at the same time…did the kid just call him Michelangelo? When was the last time someone called him by name—not his silly mock-up name given to him by his parents—but his real name. The name everyone knew him by in his past life and the name that was most comfortable to him. Though, he did consider himself lucky enough to have a starkly similar name in this life.
Angelo honestly wasn’t ready to accept this or deny it. He really needed to think about all the shit that had just happened. He wasn’t used to this kind of bull shit. But he also knew the more he thought about it the less likely he was to do anything about it.
He bit his lower lip a moment as he considered what this strange kid had offered. ”Okay…well if what you are say is the truth—though I am not sure how sold I am on it yet, then who the hell are you? I don’t know your name…either name?”
[/b] he added the second part cautiously and his tone remaining suspicious. ”And where would I stand should I accept this…invitation…I already told you I have little interest in joining some high school club and even if RSOR is what you say it is—it’s just another high school club, only founded on a different premise.”[/b] Angelo added on, his caution evident. He wasn’t getting himself into something unless he knew exactly what. ”And if it is all about ‘hidden talents’ then what is it your club does? I mean, having something in common doesn’t make a club—they usually do something. I have seen that RSOR gets more opportunities than most other students but what is it that is done to deserve that? Is there another purpose—or is it simply about being yourself?”[/b] Angelo asked knowing it sounded cliché. He figured there had to be a catch—well other than the fact that they needed to keep it a secret. He gathered that much already. After all, he was already adjusted to keeping his own secret.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Open ••
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Mar 21, 2011 12:02:54 GMT -7
Oliver resisted the urge he had to roll his own eyes when he saw Angelo rolling his. There was one advantage to his annoyance toward this other boy - It meant that his nervousness around him was starting to taper off. It was hard to focus on being uncomfortable talking to someone when that person was annoying you to some extent. The freshman's smirk dropped instantly when he saw Angelo's glare. Well, someone was being a Mr. Grumpypants! He opted to remain silent, though, partially because it was easier, but also to let what he was saying to Angelo sink in. He knew he was providing Angelo with a lot of information, and that it took a bit of time to process everything. Oliver expected that, especially from someone like Angelo. When Angelo's first response came, Oliver knew that it was time that he reveal a bit of information about himself. Angelo made no efforts to deny what Oliver was saying (as he likely would if Oliver's suspicions were off), and thus he deemed this as absolute confirmation of who Angelo was. Oliver was talking to the legendary artist Michelangelo. Despite being in the history books himself, Oliver was in a fair bit of awe. "Orville Wright. Oliver Winchseter in this life."[/color] Oliver normally would have extended a hand to shake at this point, but he still kept his hands buried within his pockets. Even if he had felt comfortable enough with Angelo to shake his hand, he doubted that Angelo would want to shake his sweat covered hand anyway. Oliver bit down on his lip. Perhaps Angelo...Michelangelo...wouldn't be interested in this sort of club after all. His words certainly were giving off that impression. Nevertheless, RSOR deserved to know who was a reincarnate and who wasn't, so that they could keep tabs on him whether he joined or not. Oliver highly doubted that Angelo was the type to go around blabbing who he was to everyone in sight, but he intended to pass along this information to Isa or Petra regardless of the outcome. "Really, we haven't done much yet. At least outside of the RSOR room in the attic. In the attic, however, you get a chance to be yourself. You don't have to worry about people wondering how you become so talented in art, because we all understand that you're Michelangelo and it just comes with the territory. Just like I can work on machines up there without people drawing any strange conclusions and risking a big reveal."[/color] Oliver was more outgoing than Angelo (a scary thought in itself, as Oliver was nervous around people he didn't know, especially as those outside of RSOR), but he certainly did not want all of the attention that would come with RSOR being revealed to the world. In fact, his heart sped up a little at the thought. There would likely be interviews. There would likely be all sorts of people asking all sorts of questions. He might even have to make a speech or two. Oliver actually went noticeably pale at this thought. Oliver was highly attracted to the chance to be himself without fear of unwanted attention. He wasn't sure what Michelangelo's thoughts were on the matter, however. Realizing that he'd trailed off in his thoughts, Oliver looked at Michelangelo. He didn't quite make eye contact, as he was still a little intimidated, but he made contact with Angelo's face, which was something at least. "You don't necessarily have to join, like I said. I just wanted to tell you that RSOR is out there, and that you aren't alone."[/color] Oliver figured the conversation was drawing to a close soon, regardless of what happened next. Still, he intended to stick around for a few more moments to hear what decision Angelo would make. It would determine what he told Isa and Petra, after all. Word count: 663 To: Jez-E/Angelo Notes: Secret's out. Wewt! |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Mar 22, 2011 18:58:35 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo didn’t think about how his response may be taken as acceptance just because there was no denial. He was really slipping up today—it was amazing what a fallen guard could do for a person. Angelo was usually so cautious and now his caution wasn’t doing him a lot of good. He had slipped badly! First with the sketch, then with the conversations with this kid---he had really screwed himself over.
Angelo was a little surprised by the change in confidence in the kid’s tone as he introduced himself. He was one of the co-inventors of the Airplane? Now that was about all Angelo knew about Orville Wright, truth be told. He made a mental note to look into it later. Not that he would…in fact, he would probably procrastinate on it. Angelo also didn’t notice the lack of hand shake either. In fact, if there had been one he wouldn’t have been willing to shake it anyways. At least not at the moment.
Angelo was all ears as Oliver answered his questions. Angelo was asking more to check into what he would get himself into if he agreed. But he was also a little concerned as to what would happen if he were to refuse the invitation? What could they do to force him? Or more importantly would they force him at all? Did he really have a choice in this? Well…a few questions could answer that.
”So I could Sculpt, Sketch, Doodle and Build whatever, without having to curb my style or hide it? No more forced mistakes, intentional disproportioning or warped genitals?”
[/b] Angelo asked for confirmation, his interest starting to grow in this idea. He definitely hated having to warp a penis just to look inexperienced. Not to mention having to mess up a six pack… ”Also, are either Hayden Callaghan or Harold Greyson in RSOR?”[/b] He asked, deciding that just having a place they can’t go would be a god send. To be honest, having roommates at all was a bad idea in Angelo’s eyes. But he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to get away from two people and then have to deal with a ton of other people. ”And is anyone in RSOR nosey?”[/b] he asked. ”Because I value my privacy…”[/b] Angelo added as an afterthought. Angelo raised an eyebrow, shifting and dropping his stuff back on a table. ”And what happens if I choose not to join?”[/b] Angelo asked, seeing as it flowed with the conversation. Since the conversation was brought there by Oliver he didn’t feel so strange asking it—or like it was as dangerous to ask. It seemed to him RSOR had a bit of a backing if it had the skills of many dead people. Who knew what kind of crazy personalities and talents they had in there…[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Oliver Winchester ••
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Mar 22, 2011 23:27:02 GMT -7
Oliver decided not to interject into the silence that followed. He needed some time to collect his thoughts after that long explanation anyway, and he figured that Angelo needed some time to think as well. Not to mention the hardest part was now over, and Oliver didn't feel as pressured to keep the conversation going. He was almost done with his job, as far as he was concerned. What he needed now was a response from Angelo. The first question made sense to Oliver, and he moved to answer it quickly. "Yes. You're free to do what you want, and you don't need to worry about discovering who you are or thinking it's weird because we already know."[/color] This question seemed to express interest. He wouldn't be asking this question if it was an absolute no, and who really could be turned off to a place where, after hiding for their entire lives, they could let their true self shine? It was a nearly impossible offer to turn down, at least in Oliver's opinion. However, that didn't mean that Angelo necessarily agreed with him. His next question was a little more unexpected, but one that Oliver could answer nonetheless. "I don't know much about Harold, but I do know that I never saw his name on the roster. Reincarnate or not, he's not in RSOR. Hayden I know through both the roster and through personal experience is not a reincarnate."[/color] He was Hayden's personal mechanic, so to speak. The next question caused Oliver to think a bit more. "Well, as in any large group of people, there's a mixture. So yes, there are a couple of nosy people. I think most of them will listen when you tell them to back off, though."[/color] At these words, Oliver realized that he could very well be coming across as one of these nosy people to Angelo. While he could be nosy at times, he could also certainly take a hint - especially from someone who had the ability to intimidate him, like Angelo. It was his joking and pranking that he sometimes needed to be told multiple times for. "Also, don't worry about me poking around in your business too much. As I said, I was just trying to do my job here."[/color] Oliver was surprised when Angelo set his things down onto a table once more. Clearly, he had no intention of fleeing just yet, which was a good sign as far as recruiting was concerned. "If you don't join? Then we'd have to kill you. No biggie."[/color] Oliver stated with a straight face and a nonchalant shrug. He only waited a few seconds before clarifying the truth. "Really though? Nothing. You're free to join or not join if you want, but I do have to tell the leader's panel that we have Michelangelo walking around the school."[/color] He figured that since the other boy was being upright with him, he might as well be upright with Angelo. If the other boy didn't join, it wasn't any skin off of Oliver's back, although it would probably reflect nicely on his recruiting abilities if he did get Angelo to join. Oliver fiddled around with the watch on his wrist as he waited, pondering how he might be able to get just the numbers to light up with the press of a button rather than the entire screen... Word count: 603 To: Jez-E/Angelo Notes: So...I had to type this up twice, since firefox crashed. >.> |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Mar 27, 2011 21:32:10 GMT -7
you could have an aeroplane flying,
If you bring your blue sky back… [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo considered carefully all the extra information he was asking of Oliver. He asked the questions for a reason after all and he was a little bit concerned about this whole revelation. It was all so fast and he knew he wouldn’t get much sleep tonight. Perhaps he had packed up his sculpture too soon? Nah, he would just go through a ton of paper and charcoal tonight as he tried to process all of this. Perhaps if he could get to sleep at any given point he may have to skip morning classes tomorrow.
Angelo knew he was sounding interested and that was probably because he was. He just didn’t know how to subtly ask the questions he had without appearing interested. Instead he let it slide through and be what it was…he was interested after all. Even just having a few hours a week to work on his art without having to pretend to be incompetent would be a breath of fresh air. Speaking of…
”How often does RSOR meet and get together?”
[/b] He added, in case he did decide to show up. He knew the place, everyone did. He just needed the when—and how to get in. But he assumed if he showed up and knocked someone would be there to talk to about it all. Just mention—Oliver…not admit he is Michelangelo, but mention Oliver. That would surely get him access right? Or at least if he got Oliver to come to the door, Oliver knew just who Angelo was anyways right? ”Okay, so neither of them would ever be present?”[/b] Angelo asked for confirmation, his tone showing evident relief. He couldn’t have hidden that if he had tried. Angelo hated having roommates and just getting away from them was golden. That meant there were two reasons to join and one not to. The one not to was simply Angelo’s need for alone space and time. He was wary of others. And that caused a discomfort for him, but he really needed to get over it. So perhaps that was also a reason to join? ”Okay…well you are not a great indication of that…but I guess I can throw you this one, seeing as you had something to achieve.”[/b] Angelo added with a nod. ”And that isn’t to say I don’t like socializing…well…wait…I don’t, but…Okay, I have no idea how to say this comfortably. I don’t mind you pestering me from time to time, but keep your nose out my business and we’ll manage. Work for you?”[/b] Angelo didn’t know how better to word that. Basically he was giving Oliver permission to chit chat with him from time to time as long as he wasn’t shoving his nose in business Angelo had that didn’t concern Oliver. Angelo would see if his tolerance for Oliver would get better or worse, but at least he knew he could drive the kid away if he wanted to… Angelo broke a small grin when Oliver mentioned the killing consequence. But he soon found himself puzzling over the last tidbit of information. ”If I chose not to…no one would be snooping around, bothering me, watching me, none of that crap?”[/b] He asked for confirmation. ”And if you must tell them about me, then I want to know who each of those on the leader’s panel are…in the school and previous life. Call it a trade…”[/b] Angelo mentioned cautiously. He didn’t like the idea of some stranger knowing who he was but having no idea who they were. ”Another concern comes to mind…You said Leader’s Panel? What function does it play? I am assuming recruiting…but the title of Leader suggests they are in charge. What power or control do they have over members of RSOR? Or more directly, do I have to listen to them, do as they ask and what not…if I should join?”[/b] Angelo added on. He wanted the whole picture long before he stepped in. Usually he wasn’t so cautious with his decisions but this one was out of his comfort zone…by miles.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Oliver Winchester ••
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