Post by Tobias Smith on Feb 2, 2007 20:02:19 GMT
Tobias sighs, and rubs his eyes with his right hand. He blinks once or twice, then reaches up past his eyes and flips down his glasses over his eyes after brushing his hair out of the way. The boy is looking at a blank piece of canvas on an easel, which (along with him) is in the perfectly deserted basement. Not the "Secret X-Men High-Tech War Room" basement of course, but the "official" basement. Tobias is wearing a plain, black, short-sleeved T-Shirt, baggy black jeans with a studded belt, his combat boots, and for once his thin, round glasses rather than his contact lenses.
On a cardboard box a few feet to his left, is a large palette with many different colors of oil-based paints, while a large white tarp is spread on the ground beneath him. Tobias steps over to the box, and picks up a small brush, pauses, and puts it down again. The ever-darkly clad young man reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his headphones, and puts them over his ears, and allows the musical styling of 'Simple Plan' to blast into his head. Tobias blinks again, picks up the palette and brush, turns to the canvas, and sighs again. He dips the brush into the black paint, and makes the initial stroke.
Minutes pass, and the silhouette of a man is formed in the center of the canvas. An hour passes, and the figure is standing on or possibly in a stained glass mosaic of various shapes. Forty-five minutes pass, and the silhouette is standing in the middle of a giant mosaic of clock faces, all stopped at the exact same time...11:55. Five minutes till midnight.
Tobias steps back, and gazes at his work. He has a contented look on his face, and pretends not to notice the rather large mess he's made of the tarp. He nods to himself, and puts the paint and palette back on the crate. The young man bends over and wipes his paint-stained hands onto the tarp, before reaching into his pocket again to hit the Pause button on his MP3 player. He returns to admiring his work and mutters, "Heh...DaVinci eat your heart out...Jeff, Pierre, Chuck...you guys never let me down."
On a cardboard box a few feet to his left, is a large palette with many different colors of oil-based paints, while a large white tarp is spread on the ground beneath him. Tobias steps over to the box, and picks up a small brush, pauses, and puts it down again. The ever-darkly clad young man reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his headphones, and puts them over his ears, and allows the musical styling of 'Simple Plan' to blast into his head. Tobias blinks again, picks up the palette and brush, turns to the canvas, and sighs again. He dips the brush into the black paint, and makes the initial stroke.
Minutes pass, and the silhouette of a man is formed in the center of the canvas. An hour passes, and the figure is standing on or possibly in a stained glass mosaic of various shapes. Forty-five minutes pass, and the silhouette is standing in the middle of a giant mosaic of clock faces, all stopped at the exact same time...11:55. Five minutes till midnight.
Tobias steps back, and gazes at his work. He has a contented look on his face, and pretends not to notice the rather large mess he's made of the tarp. He nods to himself, and puts the paint and palette back on the crate. The young man bends over and wipes his paint-stained hands onto the tarp, before reaching into his pocket again to hit the Pause button on his MP3 player. He returns to admiring his work and mutters, "Heh...DaVinci eat your heart out...Jeff, Pierre, Chuck...you guys never let me down."
