It's just a painting; 'zona

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

The sun was clearly shining in the sky, and for the first time he really didn’t want to go outside. Ok, well he did want to go outside, but he had a lot of class work that he had been putting off because of the weather, and how nice he thought it was. So, now that he actually had time, he had decided that he should start on this painting that was a big portion of his grade. It was a good thing his dormmate wasn’t in here because then he would have felt that what he was doing would have been in his way, and altogether that would have been awful for the Russian. Looking around the room, he searched for his paints, realizing that he should probably keep his things a bit more tidy. It wasn’t as if all of his things were thrown about the room, but it wasn’t as if everything was immaculate. He was a guy, not a maid.


Finding the paints in the corner under his ballet bag, he placed them on the bed and looked around the room, looking for somewhere to actually have her pose. There were many things they could do, some of them probably even being outside, which he felt everyone would do, so maybe inside was the better idea. Well that’s what he hoped. Grabbing the side table, that was placed against the window, he moved it across the room, thinking that maybe she could pose by the window. Maybe with her eyes gazing out, or something.


Nicolai cleaned the area around, enough so that she wouldn’t have to sit anywhere dirty and he heard the door, a small rapping upon it. “come in!” his Russian accent flowed through his words and he continued polishing the window, waiting for his guest.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

walking back into her dorm room, small fox in hand, she dropped the miniature tennis ball on the floor, letting it bounce and roll as the fox galloped into the room, small paws leaping for the fluorescent yellow thing. shaking her head with a laugh, the second year glanced at the clock on her computer before vanishing into her closet to change out of the grass-stained jeans she was wearing into something not quite as green.

plugging her mostly-dead phone into the charger, arizona nicole looked around her room for her hair brush, seeing as she had no idea what he wanted her to do when she was over there, she figured she'd at least look presentable. the gypsy-like tank top that she already had on was just easier than changing. shaking her hair out a little, she finally just gave up, if all else, she would pull it back.

giving her pet one last scratch on the head, the girl trotted out her door and headed off down the hall towards nicolai's room. checking the room number before tapping on the door, she was entertained to hear the come in! so clearly through the door. turning the knob, she made her way into the dorm, her mind taking in details like the fact that he had a roommate, and it was most definitely a guy's room. smiling to herself, she mostly noted it was cleaner than her own room. hey.

[/b] she greeted awkwardly. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Placing the window polish on the now moved bedside table, he looked over his shoulder and glanced at the pretty girl standing at his door. There was something about this school that seemed to bring in every type of beauty, internal and external. Her eyes smiled at him as she walked in, “if you don’t mind, would you close the door…?” he pointed at the door which was ajar and then smiled himself. “thank you for coming.” Leaned in, kissing each of her cheeks before leaning back out and continuing. “I really should have started this a while back – im glad you agreed to model for me.” Sometimes his accent was hard to understand as he spoke- but now he spoke a bit clearer, just for the girl.


“I was thinking.” He said, turning back to the window. “maybe you could sit on the floor, and lean your head against the wall, looking up to the widow maybe. Or you could stand, and place your hand on the window, look out like maybe you would rather be there – outside instead of in.” he places his hand on his chin. Taking a deep breath as if still thinking, “I want to get the window in I think, but I don’t really know what I want to do with the window.” As if realizing that he wasn’t alone, he turned back to her and held his hand out to her. “any ideas?”

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

if you don’t mind, would you close the door…? glancing behind her, she pushed the door shut, hearing it click this time. when she turned her silver eyes back on the russian, she was a little surprised to find him closer. thank you for coming.

[/i] giving him a soft smile, she let him kiss her cheeks. no problem, i'm happy to help.[/b] her french accent was hardly noticeable today, seeing as she was in a good mood and not tired.

i really should have started this a while back – im glad you agreed to model for me.[/i] giving him another smile, she tucked a hand in her pocket and shook her head. ahh, another procrastinator, glad i'm not alone on doing that.[/b] she was always terrible at speaking to people she barely knew, hell, she was terrible at speaking to people she knew. . .

i was thinking, maybe you could sit on the floor, and lean your head against the wall, looking up to the widow maybe. or you could stand, and place your hand on the window, look out like maybe you would rather be there – outside instead of in.[/i] glancing at the window, she tried to picture anything from an art standpoint herself. i want to get the window in i think, but i don’t really know what i want to do with the window.[/i] watching as he turned to face her once more, extending a hand, she glanced at it, unsure whether or not he just wanted her to come up beside him or actually take his hand.

any ideas?[/i] she figured she'd play it safe and just step up next to him. i mostly draw when i feel artsy, so i'm not really that sure about acrylics, but can you catch a reflection with them?[/b] tilting her head to the side, a few pieces of her hair fell over her shoulder, the shortest of them tickling her elbow. or, i could easily just sit under it and look up at it.[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Once the door clicked, he let his smile fall on her again. She was a very pretty girl, and there was a lot of life in her eyes as she spoke to him. That was something that he would have to twine into the painting. It was always good to find something personal about the model and make sure to make it shine through the paint. Whether it be an attribute that you paint through their actions, or beauty that you give them. Either way, a painting needs to be a representation of the model that the painter has. “ ill make it up to you, I promise. Somehow.”


He grinned before laughing as she spoke, “not normally, but my painting comes after my dance, and it just seemed that I was busy with dance the last few weeks.” Nicolai sighed and looked to the window, nearly lost in thought. There were so many things you could do for this assignment, but nothing that he was coming up with was anything that he really was looking for. All of his ideas really should have been better than what they were. Twitching his nose he listened to the girl before continuing, “I can paint in a reflection with them, but I don’t know I want a reflection there – maybe….” He walked to his bed and grabbed an apple, it was a paper weight, and it was painted gold. His father had given it to him when he had left Russia, and he hadn’t found a use for it until now. “maybe if you lean against the wall, and look at the apple, maybe ill get the reflection in the apple, and the refection in your eye.” He laughed lightly, “I could call it ‘the apple of my eye.’ “ he seemed amused. Nicolai gently polished the gold and handed it to her.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

ill make it up to you, i promise. somehow.

[/i] he seemed like a nice guy, kind of reminding her of her brother, just a little bit. . . more assured of himself, that was all she could think to describe it as. not normally, but my painting comes after my dance, and it just seemed that i was busy with dance the last few weeks.[/i] nodding, she smiled when he laughed, her silver eyes glittering for a moment. but at least your getting it done, no?[/b]

when she pitched the idea of a reflection, she practically saw a lightbulb go off in his head. i can paint in a reflection with them, but i don’t know i want a reflection there – maybe….[/i] turning to watch as he moved across the room, she frowned when he picked up a golden apple. well, this will be different. she thought to herself as he studied the fruit.

maybe if you lean against the wall, and look at the apple, maybe ill get the reflection in the apple, and the refection in your eye.[/i] reaching up and fiddling with the necklace that was tied around her neck, she watched him smile. i could call it ‘the apple of my eye.’[/i] laughing lightly at that, she collected the apple from him, turning it over in both hands. punny.[/b] she joked, being careful not to scratch the gold with her ring.

what's the prompt of the assignment?[/b] arizona questioned, peering at nikolai through her bangs that had half-fallen over her face.
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[nicolai ivan glazcov]

She continued to watch him but he didn’t seem to mind. He was more worried about the fact that he might have put her out of her way because he didn’t do what he needed to do in a timely manner, but the kind girl just continued to soothe him, making sure that he wouldn’t worry. Arizona really hadn’t said anything, but it was how she stood, and the way that her energy was around him. Calm, she didn’t do anything but it made him think she was ok with it and he believed it. The girls eyes nearly sparkled as she spoke. What a strange, but beautiful color they were. “I guess you are right, I could still be sitting here doing nothing, so yeah.” Nicolai chuckled lightly and switched mindsets to try and get a good flow for his painting.


There was an obvious confusion about his choice. It wasn’t probably the first choice for anyone else, seeing as they would probably go for something that might me a bit easier to pull off, or maybe just easier to understand, but there was something about this that made a flame in him actually burn a bit brighter, he just wanted her to see it that way too. Arizona played with her necklace before taking the apple from his hands and smiling at his joke. “ I think it’s a bit deep.” He said amusement in his voice.


“well.” Nicolai said walking to his bed, there were many days that he had thought about this but the exact wording he hadn’t memorized it. Picking up the paper he read, “you are to have a fellow student model for you, however you wish, inside or outside, but it must be a student at the school. A full body, standing, sitting, laying.” He placed the paper on the bed and shrugged, “it’s fairly open, the teacher wants us to be creative.”

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

when she had been at proclivity, she had been the cool, level-headed girl who kept sky from causing trouble, at chicago, she had been the one most people feared, she got into fights, got into a fair bit of trouble. . . here, she was just the new girl, the one who wasn't even sure where to begin. but she fit in.

pulling herself back to the present, she twisted the apple again, looking at her reflection in the gold. i think it’s a bit deep.

[/i] nodding with a smile, she questioned the prompt and watched as he walked over to his bed, pulling a piece of paper off of it and reading the words out to her. well. you are to have a fellow student model for you, however you wish, inside or outside, but it must be a student at the school. a full body, standing, sitting, laying.[/i]

shifting her weight on her feet, arizona pondered this, it’s fairly open, the teacher wants us to be creative.[/i] glancing around the room once more, she let her eyes land back on the boy. what if you had a piece of the person, but interacting with their major, maybe? i'm a music major with a minor in photography, so intertwine what brought them here in the first place into the piece? it was a random idea, but it was still an idea.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Painting of course was the easy part of the assignment, or that is what Nicolai would say to anyone who ever asked him. The thing that always threw him for a loop was what he was going to paint, or how he was going to paint it. Maybe it was because he was indecisive, or maybe it was because he was a perfectionist, but whatever it was – it made his decision making go through the roof.



Nicolai’s breathing was calm as he continued to think. The girl shifted her weight onto her other foot and then she spoke. Pulling his eye off the window, he looked to her, “so maybe posing with the instrument you play? Or what you do?” he sat on his bed and murmured a few words in russian before continuing, “that could work, it just depends on what exactly you want to pose with, but I think that’s a really good idea.” He pulled out his easel and set it on his bed. The soft thing that he usually slept on was now covered in everything that he was going to work with. “or maybe you could pose with a pet, or an animal? For a happy pose. Really I think it all just depends on what kind of mood I want to give off in the painting.”


Standing he looked at the girl, giving her a once over before looking around the room for another idea, “well, first off, what in music are you majoring in? that might help?” he smiled at her, trying to make her feel a bit more at home.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

art was one of the few places that arizona could turn off her ocd, she wasn't even sure why that was, but it had always been that way. so maybe posing with the instrument you play? or what you do?

[/i] she couldn't understand what he murmured, and it was only surrounding details that told her it was russian. that could work, it just depends on what exactly you want to pose with, but i think that’s a really good idea.[/i]

silver eyes watching as he pulled out an easel, setting that on his bed as well. you would have a few options on that one, actually.[/b] she mumbled, a light laugh escaping her lips. or maybe you could pose with a pet, or an animal? for a happy pose. really i think it all just depends on what kind of mood i want to give off in the painting.[/i] she grinned at the thought of eve holding still that long, the little fox twitched in her sleep, and was always wiggling when she was awake.

well, first off, what in music are you majoring in? that might help?[/i] returning his smile, she crossed the room, setting the apple back where he had picked it up. a few, classical and orchestral; oboe, flute, cello, piano, violin. but also the various styles of guitar.[/b] tucking her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, she looked over at him. as for pets, i have my fox, but i think you might be a bit hard-pressed to get her to hold still for very long.[/b] giving him an apologetic smile, she dropped her eyes to the floor. thinking.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]