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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Jul 24, 2011 18:09:43 GMT -7
so still, you're all alone
and so peaceful until... [/b][/color]  ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo’s eyes roamed over the empty theatre. The drama class had left not that long ago and after the incident in the art room with Mrs. Scarlett he had to avoid the art room to work on his sketches and sculptures. It was hard to explain, but Angelo was afraid she would come looking for him next time in the art rooms and he liked his alone time; Hence, the theatre.
There was not a soul in sight and just the long rows of chairs and the empty stage, hiding behind the curtains met his eyes as he skimmed. He loved the silence, the echo of pencil scratching on paper, the empty space that left him with all the room he could ever need to do as he pleased…it was a nice feeling. That same feeling he had once felt in the art room. Angelo hated having to move location to location. His need to be alone was strong enough though. He was trying to be more social but that had limits. He really just wanted to be left alone most of the time.
Angelo turned his eyes back down on the paper in front of him. A charcoal sketch coated the surface, smudges in many areas of the paper. The torso of a man was sketched out along with a handsome face and a head of curly hair. Angelo remembered many of the models from his first life in the renaissance and they still made appearances in his work from time to time. Today was no different. As a result, the curly haired individual had the traditional renaissance style of body and the same blank stare as a sculpture. Angelo hadn’t focused on the eyes when he had sculpted the individual, and as a result he barely remembered the way they had looked. Either way, the sketch looked like a line drawing from an old renaissance painting. Then again, most of Angelo’s sketches did.
Because of the charcoal he was working with, his hands were coated in a thick layer of charcoal and his clothes had smudges from him whipping his hands on himself. He was wearing a Michelangelo (the ninja turtle) t-shirt, an recent acquisition from another member of RSOR. The humour wasn’t lost on Angelo. His clothes also were coated in paint, clay and marble dust, seeing as those were his most frequent mediums. Though, he had a few crusted smudges from working on a plaster sculpture, something he was experimenting with.
Angelo wasn’t expecting anyone and so he just focused on his work, his eyes locked tightly on the sketch pad and his usual disguising of his style not present in the sketch. His back was to the main door, and as a result he didn’t notice the gentle sound of the door clicking open…
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Post by vincent on Sept 2, 2011 11:45:53 GMT -7
 SO GIVE ME BLACK LIGHT (GIVE GIVE ME)so give me hot knives (deep clean sleep) [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • ANGELO REESE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]
Even in Riverdale there were assholes. Even in Riverdale there were people who didn’t accept him. He deserved it though. He wasn’t worth much, if anything at all. When people were cruel to him he never thought twice about it simply being because people just weren’t accepting. He wasn’t liked in his first life, so why would he be liked now? The fact that he had been reincarnated in the wrong body simply proved how much of a fuck up he was. Failed attempt at an artist. Failed attempt at a lover. Failed attempt at a gender. Failed attempts as ending his life yet again. Yeah, Vincent didn’t think too highly of himself and neither did most of his peers. He was having one of those off days where everything seemed to be going wrong. Having his sketchbooks snatched up, a painting knocked over (not like it was any good anyways but still), his parents had been drunk by the time he woke up, his brother called him Glynis. Just all sorts of accumulated things that only just reminded him of how depressed he was.
He had gone so far as to take time out of classes for self inflicted stress relief only to get caught by some idiots who gave him a hard time. What else was new? It wasn’t exactly like his biological gender was a secret among the seniors either. Unless they had started later into their high school career then most people could remember the long hair he had once sported in tightly pulled back pony tails and forced upon skirts. They knew he had a female’s body and preyed on that, using his given name rather than the one he so clearly preferred. He was even called a dyke on multiple occasions, which wasn’t true at all because he wasn’t a girl. People were being rather cruel to him today, especially when he had escaped class to cut. They shoved Vincent around, bugging him for being in the “wrong” bathroom. They shoved him some more, made lesbian related taunts, and even more shoving before he decked the antagonist of it all and walked off before they could do much else.
This led to his escape to the theatre, well aware that it would be empty this time of day. He really didn’t want any more conflict than he’d already gotten from these guys so he scuttled away rather than returning to class. Hey, it wouldn’t be the first time he had ditched and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Vince pushed open the door, realizing he had forgotten his hoodie but not caring to go back there at this point, and slid himself inside. (That’s what she said.) He couldn’t’ hide his annoyance and disappointment when he noticed a presence in the room, only for that to vanish when he realized who it was. “Hey,”
[/color] he greeted in his too-high-for-a-boy voice. He walked over and made himself comfortable a few feet away from Angelo, leaning back a bit and relaxing now that he felt somewhat safe. “What are you working on?”[/color] [/justify][/blockquote] words: 516 outfit: clicky! lyrics: bright eyes, hot knives notes: rough start [/blockquote] |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Sept 3, 2011 16:15:22 GMT -7
so still, you're all alone
and so peaceful until... [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo heard the greeting and registered who it was before he became concerned about hiding the sketch on the pad in front of him. Vince was harmless as far as RSOR secrets were concerned. Angelo didn’t mind Vince seeing as he was quiet, respectful and kept his distance. At least as far as Angelo was concerned the boy seemed to know just how to handle Angelo, or he just accidentally made the right choices, which was also possible. Angelo didn’t dislike Vince, and he certainly didn’t despise Vince. He leaned more toward liking Vince and he could consider Vince as much a friend as Angelo had friends.
Angelo had always had a problem with long term connections to people. Friends were few and didn’t usually last long. He didn’t find a need to connect deeply with anyone and had never held a relationship beyond sleeping with the same person more than once. So when it came to Angelo, Vince was pretty much in the good books.
At the same time, Angelo was deeply confused by Vince and not sure how to treat him. Angelo knew that the church had deemed it wrong to be gay, though gay wasn’t the term used back then. He knew sleeping with men was wrong in the eyes of the church but it hadn’t stopped him then. As a result, he was pretty sure trying to be a man when you were actually a woman wouldn’t be approved of by the church either. Hence, the confusion with Vince. Vince was a woman, at least Angelo saw him as such seeing as he was physically a woman. If Angelo were to have Vince pose for a sculpture or even a sketch, he would sketch breasts and no penis. But for all intents and purposes, Vince was a male and acted like one. So Angelo addressed him as such since it was his preference. But this same problem sometimes made it hard for Angelo to interact with Vince in public. The church may be watching…
Angelo didn’t respond to the ‘hey’ with anything more than a head nod. Angelo wasn’t exactly a guy of many words, even amongst his ‘friends’. Though, he was getting better and said a lot more with his friends around to talk to. He did however proceed to respond to the second part.
”An asshole I met at the art supply store…He was rude, pompous, rich and snobby…”
[/b] turns the pad so Vince can see. The figure is naked as is normal with Angelo, but the man had his nose in the air, a sense of arrogance and was standing in a very cocky stance. His penis was moderate sized, showing one of two things if you knew Angelo. First, if he made your Penis small it meant he respected your self-control or you just happen to have a small penis. If he made it large, than he finds you physically attractive and wants to draw attention to your sexual prowess…or what he hopes is sexual prowess. And if it is moderate, he doesn’t respect you at all, or you just have a moderate sized penis. Now this was of course Angelo as he was today, back in the renaissance, all the penises in his work were small. Angelo turned it back toward him to look it over. ”He was visually quite appealing, but his character was sorely lacking…”[/b] he added as he picked up the charcoal to continue shading the legs. He was suddenly wishing he had drawn the figure with some sort of cloth draped over his genitals as he wasn’t sure whether he had picked the correct size. Instead of fretting on it he stopped and flipped the page to start a whole new version. ”Too loud in the art room?” he inquired, knowing it was too loud and knowing the RSOR room was not an option for now. The problems going on had robbed everyone of a safe haven they all needed quite badly. Angelo was missing it and wondering how he ever survived without it. He thought about thanking Oliver for that later and decided it was unnecessary.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Vince Kyffin ••
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Post by vincent on Sept 12, 2011 1:17:59 GMT -7
SO GIVE ME BLACK LIGHT (GIVE GIVE ME)so give me hot knives (deep clean sleep) [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • ANGELO REESE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] When it came to Angelo and his conflicted beliefs, Vincent understood. He didn’t agree, naturally, but he understood. Angelo had grown up in a completely different time period where the laws were much more strict and the unique sorts of people, like him, were virtually nonexistent. People like him, born in the wrong bodies, had been forced to hide who they truly were because of the church, so the likelihood that Angelo had ever come across someone transgender was incredibly slim. So long as Angelo didn’t say something crude and ignorant about him then Vince didn’t really see a need to care about their difference in opinions and views. He wanted to hold on to the very few companions he did have, and his friendship, if you could call it that just yet, was so easy. It was rather unspoken and they knew when the other needed distance because they were very similar in that sense. Their reasons for solitude may be different, but the fact that the other needed to be left alone could easily be seen. Right now, however, Vincent didn’t really care if Angelo desired solitude, because all he could think about was the potential to return to his “parents” home at the end of the day with a black eye. Again.
While Angelo didn’t seem like much of a physical fighter Vince still felt like he would be alright in the theatre with him. Not because he felt protected, but because Angelo had quite the temper on him when it was set free. Angelo had a way with creating vicious and harsh words that Vince felt would come out in the open if the guys decided to come in here for a hard time. He doubted that they would though; they were far too stupid to try and look anywhere that wasn’t the art room. So for now he would enjoy the slight feeling of comfort he got in the presence of someone who remotely respected him, not as an artist but as a person. He needed to just let himself forget about being harassed and just try and have a good day. Try and keep his spirits up so he didn’t slip again. Try and talk about irrelevant aspects of life to Angelo. Admittedly, Vincent enjoyed that the two only ever spoke in private. He didn’t no the reason for this of course, but he found amusement in knowing that they had some sort of secret bond that no one else within RSOR would ever be aware of. They scarcely acknowledged one another in public and Vince wanted to keep it that way,
He gave a small nod as he sat down, crossing one leg Indian style while the other hung off of the edge of the stage. “Yeah?”
[/color] he spoke quietly to show he was listening, taking the time to actually look at the drawing. Not just see it, but actually look. He allowed himself to feel it, the man’s upturned nose and pompous air about his posture. Vince gave an impressed nod, revealing to Angelo that he had most certainly nailed the man’s attitude in his drawing. He felt several waves of jealousy and inferiority that he hoped were hidden from his face. Vincent leaned back once Angelo was finished his explanation. “He certainly looks it,”[/color] he finally voiced, though he had absolutely no sexual interest in any man ever. He gave a distant shrug at the question. “Filled with freshmen and the hallways are littered with petty thugs,”[/color] came his reply, watching Angelo’s hands work away at another great piece of art. Jealousy yet again, and intense feelings of inferiority. [/justify][/blockquote] words: 608 outfit: clicky! lyrics: bright eyes, hot knives notes: none [/blockquote] |
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Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Sept 14, 2011 10:04:05 GMT -7
so still, you're all alone
and so peaceful until... [/b][/color] ANGELO REESE[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Angelo didn’t like to think about the differences in Vincent because of how confusing those differences were. He chose to see Vince as a male, so he didn’t have to acknowledge the female, but he did make sure to remind himself from time to time that Vince was a woman physically. It was hard to Angelo to see him as a girl or a boy as a result of the problem, and it was just easier to ignore the problem then try to understand it. Naturally, it came up every time he was around Vince and required dismissing. Hence, Angelo took a moment and dismissed the idea so he didn’t have to keep going in endless circles in his mind.
Though, Angelo couldn’t argue with Vince’s personality. Vince was much like Angelo in his need for solitude, to be left alone to his devices and his art. Angelo knew Vince was far from as good as Angelo himself, or so Angelo felt, that he assumed that the other boy did art for reasons aside from as a profession. Art for Angelo was a means to make money and a professional endeavour as much as a passion. For someone who isn’t as talented, Angelo felt art must be more of an emotional attachment or passion and that was what he assumed art was to Vince. He never voiced this, feeling certain it wasn’t an appropriate topic. But he was finding increasingly that art was not about realism anymore so much as about a creative concept. Angelo didn’t care for concept and would rather show reality through his art. He was very much stuck in the Renaissance in that way.
Either way, Vince’s need for solitude, his disinterest in people, and his preference of objects to people made Angelo and him a lot of like. Angelo could understand Vince in personality and that at least allowed them to connect and be a close to friends as Angelo got. He just didn’t connect with people the same way others did and it was more like he had a mutual understanding or a trust of someone, but not a friendship. He had both with Vince which meant they were pretty much friends in Angelo’s books.
Angelo was not aware of the comfort Vince got in his being there. Angelo wasn’t great in a fight and lacked any fighting skills. Angelo did intimidate most students at Riverdale who didn’t know him. He didn’t look like the kind of guy you wanted to brawl with, especially when he gave them a look he used often, a look of irritation and that screamed ‘leave me alone’. People knew that expression and were not comfortable by it. Of course, if it came to a fight, Angelo would try to help, but he wasn’t going to be a great asset.
Angelo didn’t notice Vince’s feelings that were spurred by the drawing. He wasn’t good at reading people and rarely got a proper understanding of what people were saying even when they spoke. So he often lost aspects of a conversation during its delivery. Angelo didn’t know just how much Vince envied his own skills. Though, if he had known he wouldn’t doubt why.
”His arrogance was disgusting. But at the same time he is quite intriguing…”
[/b] Angelo sounded like he was going to continue but didn’t, continuing on the new page, his guides already in place and shape starting to distinguish itself in the drawing. The pose shifting to be standing, but the shape of the man the same, showing he was still sketching the arrogant asshole from the store. When Vince commented on the state of the art room and the hallways, Angelo’s nose crinkled in disgusted. He hated most Freshman. Everyone else was respectful of his space and kept their distance. Freshmen came in thinking they owned the place. They invaded where they shouldn’t touched what they shouldn’t and generally ruined everything. ”I want the RSOR room back,”[/b] He commented, surprised at his own care for the room and the club. That was new…Angelo had just seen it as a means to an end. Now he found he was somewhat attached to the freedom it allowed.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Vince Kyffin ••
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