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blessingone) wrote2010-07-09 09:52 pm
blessingone) wrote2010-07-09 09:52 pm
SEVEN. [Action]
[Fenimore's spent much of the morning walking the road between the shops and house 34, ferrying large bottles that she's filled with every bead she can get her hands on. She's walking quickly, or as quickly as her fairly short legs will allow, and her expression is purposeful. Before it starts raining, she can be found struggling to transport a large standing loom, largely by shoving and, twice after the rainfall started, she could be found with a beach umbrella in each hand, wobbling slightly due to the unbalanced configuration.
Afternoon will find her on the side of the road near the bridge under the four beach umbrellas she had set up in a square that morning. The standing loom is facing the water and, every now and then, she looks past it to examine the colours of the water. A beaded tapestry of a landscape is taking form through the afternoon and likely much of the evening.
But Fenimore is not particularly artistic, however inspired to attempt this much larger beading project than she’s ever tried, so the proportions of the landscape are a bit off. It might be particularly hard to tell that the grass furthest in the foreground is on a hill leading down to the greatly curved beach, but both components should at least be recognizable from the colours: green of largely the same shade for the grass and an alternating pattern of two sandy colours on the beach. To the left, a darker swath of green may be recognizable as a forest, but the angle chosen doesn't permit one to see if any trees are on the right.
It's easy to see, once she reaches that high in the weaving, that most of the attention has been lavished on the ocean. A wide array of shades of blue have been used, suggesting deeper portions and the occasional wave. It may not be skilfully done, but it was certainly carefully done. By the time she reaches near the top of the tapestry, it becomes clear that the sky is also blue, of a much brighter shade than the ocean, with only a couple of clouds.
Feel free to catch her at any point of time during the day.Note: tagging will be slow the rare times I can go online tomorrow, but I wanted to take advantage of the player plot.]
Afternoon will find her on the side of the road near the bridge under the four beach umbrellas she had set up in a square that morning. The standing loom is facing the water and, every now and then, she looks past it to examine the colours of the water. A beaded tapestry of a landscape is taking form through the afternoon and likely much of the evening.
But Fenimore is not particularly artistic, however inspired to attempt this much larger beading project than she’s ever tried, so the proportions of the landscape are a bit off. It might be particularly hard to tell that the grass furthest in the foreground is on a hill leading down to the greatly curved beach, but both components should at least be recognizable from the colours: green of largely the same shade for the grass and an alternating pattern of two sandy colours on the beach. To the left, a darker swath of green may be recognizable as a forest, but the angle chosen doesn't permit one to see if any trees are on the right.
It's easy to see, once she reaches that high in the weaving, that most of the attention has been lavished on the ocean. A wide array of shades of blue have been used, suggesting deeper portions and the occasional wave. It may not be skilfully done, but it was certainly carefully done. By the time she reaches near the top of the tapestry, it becomes clear that the sky is also blue, of a much brighter shade than the ocean, with only a couple of clouds.
Feel free to catch her at any point of time during the day.
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Yeah, I know. It's a tough job, but- [Wait...] Shirley has a brother?
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1/2
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It's none of my business anyway.
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I should probably leave you to your beading thing.
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[And with that, he walks off, going back to playing his flute badly.]
okay that icon was a little too extreme.