It's just a painting; 'zona

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Nicolai really shouldn’t murmur in Russian around people that didn’t understand it. Really, all it made him look was rude, but that was the last thing he wanted. Yes, if he could he would probably take the words back- just as to not confuse the girl that he was going to work with. He didn’t always work with a girl, though that is what he would rather do. Staring at a girl for endless hours was much more fun than looking a guy for the same amount of time. But, to each his own, and working with Arizona would be very entertaining.



The girl spoke softly, and her silver eyes watched him as he continued to speak. Really he needs to learn to let someone else speak for a little bit. Ok, it wasn’t normally this bad, just today. “the more ideas the better. Im just interested on something that will look good on the paper.” He didn’t want to sound cocky, because he was really far from that. Nicolai knew his talents though. “you play the violin..? I play the violin.” He nodded to the case that was sitting next to his bed. “not for the school, but just a little bit.” Nicolai wasn’t bad- but he wasn’t nearly as good as some of the kids who played here.



“you have a pet fox? How adoreable.” Nicolai smiled and laughed, “you could bring her, or him over – or if it was easier then I could take my stuff over there.” He looked to his bed. “I don’t think the piano would be a good idea, the piano is big and I want you to be the center of the painting. So a flute, or your violin. Though I do love the idea of a fox.”

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

it was really quite fascinating to listen to nikolai speak, she had heard a lot of accents and languages in her life, traveling as much as she had in her childhood, but russian was definitely unique. the more ideas the better. im just interested on something that will look good on the paper.

[/i] nodding, she scanned the dorm room, trying to think of any sort of idea that might at least be a little bit of help.

you play the violin..? i play the violin, not for the school, but just a little bit.[/i] grinning, she glanced from him to the case. some people here worried her, just how good they were. she wasn't mediocre, she had been accepted into julliard, but it still was just something she did because she enjoyed it. you know the sister i was telling you about? our father was making her learn, but she wanted someone she could practice with, so i got to learn as well.[/b]

you have a pet fox? how adorable.[/i] thoughts of the little fur-ball drifted through her mind. you could bring her, or him over – or if it was easier then i could take my stuff over there. i don’t think the piano would be a good idea, the piano is big and i want you to be the center of the painting. so a flute, or your violin. though i do love the idea of a fox.[/i] taking a hand out of her pocket so as to run it through her hair, she laughed. the piano is a little harder to transport than flute or violin, i won't lie. but i'm sure eve would love to at least believe she is the centre of something.[/color]

but you decide, i'll do what ever you want me to. it is your project after all.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Arizona looked around the room after she nodded, as if trying to find muse as he had. Normally it shouldn’t be this hard to find something, and really he had a plethora of ideas to choose from, the only thing was that he couldn’t decide on just one. He continued to always just glance over her skin and her hair, checking the colors and making a mental list in his head. The girls face lit up as he spoke about his violin, she was obviously very passionate about that instrument. She spoke about her sister and Nicolai listened lightly fingering the tubes of paint on his bed absentmindedly. “Violin was the first thing that I was pretty much told to learn, besides dance, which my mother said I was doing as I came out of her womb.” He chuckled lightly and the memory of his mother, whom he missed more than some, “but my sister refused, so I played by myself most of the time. So it’s great that you had someone to play with. Without someone it can get really boring.” Shrugging he continued, “ unless you love the music you are playing.”


Bell like laughter ran through the air as she ran a hand through her blondeish red hair. Most of what she had said after was true. Yeah, then he smiled. “ I love the Idea of the violin, but I want to twine the idea of the fox into it. Maybe!” a lightbulb went off in his head, “ what if you were sitting and playing, all around you were your papers. And maybe,” he seemed to think hard for a moment before speaking again, ‘ if you have your bow and your violin, more down, and out in front, than to the side, I can get the fox maybe on its back and batting at the bow?”

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

thinking back to the nights of sitting out on the patio with kris and jace, jace on his guitar and kris with her violin, and herself with whatever they needed her to play, she missed those evenings. violin was the first thing that i was pretty much told to learn, besides dance, which my mother said i was doing as i came out of her womb.

[/i] blinking herself back into reality, she grinned as nikolai chuckled, but my sister refused, so i played by myself most of the time. so it’s great that you had someone to play with. without someone it can get really boring unless you love the music you are playing.[/i] nodding, she played absentmindedly with a strand of her hair. it's all about whom you're with. . . [/color]

even here, she had a hard time just playing by herself, she would call jace or tuna or someone. . . i love the idea of the violin, but i want to twine the idea of the fox into it. maybe![/i] silver eyes lighting up as his lightbulb went off, she practically perked her ears. what if you were sitting and playing, all around you were your papers. and maybe,[/i] nodding along as he spoke, she could already picture it in her mind. if you have your bow and your violin, more down, and out in front, than to the side, i can get the fox maybe on its back and batting at the bow?[/i]

smiling, she nodded, dropping her hands to her sides. i love this idea! care for me to go grab the beast and my violin?[/color] now she had gained the excitement that she generally got before she did a photoshoot, it was just pure fun. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Of course, the light bulb went off in his head. Arizona must be one of those girls that didn’t talk as much. See Nicolai knew that girls were classified in two different groups, the overly outspoken ones, and the ones that can’t seem to keep their mouths shut, and then the one’s that you almost have to push to speak to you. Arizona just happened to be that kind of girl, and there was nothing wrong with that, he just had to put a bit more effort into the conversation than he normally did, but he didn’t mind, as long as it made him friends, he didn’t really care.


After one of his seemingly endless monologues, zona played with a loos piece of hair before speaking, and in truth, what she said was true, “it is nice to play with someone, the best time I had playing I was with my instructor, he was a very very strict man, but I could have sworn he had a soft spot for me somewhere down in his old crinkled heart, but he was so good at what he did. His music could bring tears to the eyes of the people that lived hear us.” He smiled, looking off lightly, remembering the hours he would spend with a friend who was now lost or maybe even dead. He would have to go check on him if he ever got the chance to go back to Russia.


“no, no. I don’t mind.” He waved to the door and walked over to his own violin, “if you go, ill start getting everything ready.”

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

arizona knew that she didn't talk much, it generally made her feel uncomfortable, but no matter what, she couldn't win. she either felt uncomfortable because of her accent because they had made fun of her so much for it while she had been in texas, or she felt uncomfortable because she just didn't know what to say. but something about nikolai had the awkwardness warded off. for that, she was forever thankful; it didn't mean, though, that she was little miss chatterbox.

it is nice to play with someone, the best time i had playing i was with my instructor, he was a very very strict man, but i could have sworn he had a soft spot for me somewhere down in his old crinkled heart, but he was so good at what he did. his music could bring tears to the eyes of the people that lived hear us.

[/i] grinning at him, she thought of her director in chicago. he, too, was russian, but ever since he had found her mostly unconscious on the ground, they had been pretty good friends. but he had showed her how to truly enjoy performing.

offering to go gather the supplies, she let her silver gaze linger on his face, waiting for a response. no, no. i don’t mind. “if you go, ill start getting everything ready.[/i] turning towards the door, she nodded. i shall be right back, then.[/b] and with that she left the room, trotting down the hallway and into her own room.

oh miss eve, c'mon baby.[/b] she called to the fox, heading straight to her violin and the folder of music that she kept beside it. collecting those, she tapped her thigh for the fox, still unsure where the little beast even was. but after a moment, she heard something shift under her bed and a little red furry head appeared.

turning back out the doorway, she let the fox bounce past her before closing the door. lets go get you all painted and beautiful.[/b] hesitating when the fox glared at her almost as if she could understand, arizona felt obligated to add not that you aren't already gorgeous, but now it can be recorded in paint.[/b] leading the way with the fox close behind, she pushed nicolai's door open, smiling at the russian.

eve, meet nicolai, nicolai, eve.[/b] she introduced, instantly in a remarkably good mood, even better than she had already been in. shifting the violin in her grasp a little, she smiled at him, the silver colour glittering with laughter.

{hm, i guess that's what two days without roleplaying does to a girl} [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

As soon as the girl left his room, Nicolai went over to his bed and grabbed his book of sheet music and tried to decide what music he was going to put on the ground. He didn’t want to put something down that wasn’t worth his time, like mary had a little lamb, or the first noel. What he needed to place on the floor was something that was much more important musically. It wasn’t as if someone could really read the music from the ground, but to the artist it mattered.



Flipping through all of the sonata’s and concerto’s he picked out one of his favorite works by Vivaldi and scattered it on the floor. Then another on top. It wasn’t until after the papers were scattered into a pile of mess that he realized it would be a pain in his ass not just to clean it up, but to also try and figure what piece went to each of the different musicians. Oh well, the fact of the matter was that it was done and he couldn’t do anything about it now.



With a hand on his music stand, he put it down, the furthest it would go and set a few pieces of music on that. He pictured that she would be looking up to the music on the stand while sitting upon the music that she had already played that day, not to mention her own little pet that would be trying to get her attention as she played the beautiful music that was up on the black stand.



It was almost perfect, he just couldn’t decide what he needed to do to set the mood. Nicolai didn’t really want to use strong bright vivid colors for the whole thing, but he didn’t want the whole picture to look grayscale or dull, or even creepy. Stepping over the papers herpulled the blinds closed, enough so that there was one crack between thee vertical shades so that the light was pouring through the little slit and so that the shine was like a spotlight on the papers and soon to be Arizona. “perfect.”


The door swung open and the little fox ran in, his heart nearly melted, “eve.” He murmured, bending down and letting his hand out so that the small animal could smell him and make sure that Nicolai wasn’t a bad person, just someone new, “ you’re so pretty, yes you are.” He grinned and looked up to it’s owner, “if you don’t mind close the door and come pick a place.”nicolai waved his hand at the floor, and hoped she liked the mood he had set up.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

watching as the fox galloped in, fluffy tail waving out behind her, she ran right up to the russian, brown eyes bright with wonder. eve. you’re so pretty, yes you are.

[/i] laughing, she stepped fully into the room, watching as the male crooned over the beast, kneeling down beside her and letting the fox adjust to the new person.

if you don’t mind close the door and come pick a place.[/i] pushing the door shut with her shoulder, she stepped into the room completely, showing the folder that she held. i brought this just in case.[/b] she explained, but she had definitely noticed the mess of a pile of papers that he had placed on the floor. it definitely would be an interesting painting.

crossing the room, she placed her violin case on the bed, popping the latches and pulling it out. running her thumb across the neck of the instrument, she turned back to face the artist. just sit on top of the music?[/b] she questioned, plucking the bow out of the case as she did so. the fox had already begun to investigate the papers, snuffling her nose under some of them, looking to see why the man had lay perfectly good paper on the floor.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]