Post by Orin Evans on Feb 23, 2009 23:38:12 GMT -5
Paints. She needed colors and going out to find the materials to make said colors was always a very lengthy process. Nevertheless, Caprice was out searching for the precise items that she needed for her paints. Various berries were plucked and placed gingerly inside of the basket that she was carrying with her, along with any other nearby object that she could be crafty enough to concoct into some short of shade. After a while, her supplies were adding up and she was eager to get back to her little gallery. Caprice had been missing in action for a little bit -- a fact due to her resigning from the general public until recently. Her artistic efforts hadn't been neglected; during her absence she used the tranquility to push a little paint around a canvas. She was making her way through the ruins of what was this country, and stopped at her gallery. Her supplies were put away when she realized that she still had other things to collect. "Aah..." She half sighed, half groaned as she slipped her sandals back on her feet and headed right back out into the world.
Orin had kept himself very busy with the rebuilding of the isle. There were many buildings, houses and shops that needed repair or even needed to be completely rebuilt. He had a lot on his mind that he just felt it was best he kept himself occupied with work. So that was what he was doing at the very moment Caprice had stepped out into the winter air wearing her sandals. He was up on another roof. The second one this week. Only this one was far worse than the blacksmiths' shop back in the village. This was the home of an elderly couple whom were living within the Citizen manor at the moment. The war had set their house on fire, nearly damaging the entire room. And Orin had spent some time repairing the home for the couple. Despite the cold air, he was hot and wore only his tunic and pants. The sun shined brightly and made it hard to see anything around him besides what he was working on. But it also kept him warmer. Bang bang bang. He continued to hammer down on the nails, securing the pieces of wood and shingles into place on the roof. And then, out of no where the hammer came crashing down onto his thumb. He shouted out loudly, his other hand quickly dropping the hammer and reaching for his injurred hand to hold his thumb. "DAMMIT!" This hadn't been his week. He grumbled loudly and slid down from the roof, moving to sit on the porch of the house. It was a good time for a break.
Caprice was on her way through the cold in sandals (afterall, they were preferred choice of shoe (albeit her only choice of shoe) and served their purpose well), and a satchel around her shoulders as she hurried through the thick coldness to the market for a few items. Her eyes were staring downward, glaring daggers through the cold ground as if this horrid weather were its fault. She was startled by that loud curse, and jerked in an adrenaline-fueled action. She stopped and looked for where that noise had come from, and soon thereafter spotted a man sitting down on a porch. After a moment or two dedicated to staring at him, trying to place his face, it dawned on her. Orin! She hadn't seen him in decades. Funny thing, too; she had just come across that canvas that he had painted on that day at the shores. Caprice walked over, eyeing him up when she saw him holding onto that thumb. "Well, love, look at it this way -- bet you won't do it again, yes?" A bit of mocking humor, but she added a friendly smile to take away from the possible sting of her words.
The voice startled him slightly and he quickly looked up to find Caprice there. He let out a frustrated laugh. "Are you kidding me? This is the second time I've done this!" He did not seem at all in a pleasant mood. There were a lot of things getting to him as of lately. Just the whole war and what it had left the island's condition in. All of the hard laboring work everyone had to put themselves through to restore the place... The lives that had been lost. And even though his sister was alive, she might as well be dead because it sure as hell felt that way. His other hand raised up to scratch the back of his head. He glanced up at her then, remembering her face and their first meeting on the shores. He offered a defeated smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Eh... How are you...?"
"Ah, then what a stubborn man!" She chimmed quite chipperly, but she could understand his frustration. Caprice crossed the distance to the porch, where she politely invited herself down to sit next to him. She glanced at his face and then down to his thumb that he revealed when he moved his arm to scratch the back of his head. She winced, and then gave a sympathy look his way. Poor guy. "Here." From her own persona she removed a strip of cloth, mis-matched and colorful like the rest of her gypsyesque clothing. "Keep that bandaged." She nodded, and then offered up a shrug to his question. "Well, I'm alright I suppose. The weather's been cold... it keeps me inside most of the time. I see you've been keeping busy." She nodded up towards the roof that he had just been working on.
Orin nodded his head. "Yeah. Bloody stubborn is right." He watched her as she gave him the bandage and that earned a small smile from him. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He wrapped his finger up in the bandage. It did help with the throbbing pulsation that coursed through his veins at his finger. It was starting to swell and turn black and blue. He had hit it pretty hard. Luckily the first time he had done it, was on a different finger. He looked down and noticed her sandaled feet and chuckled softly. "I do not think you will stay warm wearing those..." He motioned down to her feat and smirked. "And yes, I've been staying quite busy with fixing things around here... There is plenty to do." His arm rose and he wiped his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his shirt. He didn't even care how he looked. It wasn't like he was trying to impress anyone, really.
Orin had kept himself very busy with the rebuilding of the isle. There were many buildings, houses and shops that needed repair or even needed to be completely rebuilt. He had a lot on his mind that he just felt it was best he kept himself occupied with work. So that was what he was doing at the very moment Caprice had stepped out into the winter air wearing her sandals. He was up on another roof. The second one this week. Only this one was far worse than the blacksmiths' shop back in the village. This was the home of an elderly couple whom were living within the Citizen manor at the moment. The war had set their house on fire, nearly damaging the entire room. And Orin had spent some time repairing the home for the couple. Despite the cold air, he was hot and wore only his tunic and pants. The sun shined brightly and made it hard to see anything around him besides what he was working on. But it also kept him warmer. Bang bang bang. He continued to hammer down on the nails, securing the pieces of wood and shingles into place on the roof. And then, out of no where the hammer came crashing down onto his thumb. He shouted out loudly, his other hand quickly dropping the hammer and reaching for his injurred hand to hold his thumb. "DAMMIT!" This hadn't been his week. He grumbled loudly and slid down from the roof, moving to sit on the porch of the house. It was a good time for a break.
Caprice was on her way through the cold in sandals (afterall, they were preferred choice of shoe (albeit her only choice of shoe) and served their purpose well), and a satchel around her shoulders as she hurried through the thick coldness to the market for a few items. Her eyes were staring downward, glaring daggers through the cold ground as if this horrid weather were its fault. She was startled by that loud curse, and jerked in an adrenaline-fueled action. She stopped and looked for where that noise had come from, and soon thereafter spotted a man sitting down on a porch. After a moment or two dedicated to staring at him, trying to place his face, it dawned on her. Orin! She hadn't seen him in decades. Funny thing, too; she had just come across that canvas that he had painted on that day at the shores. Caprice walked over, eyeing him up when she saw him holding onto that thumb. "Well, love, look at it this way -- bet you won't do it again, yes?" A bit of mocking humor, but she added a friendly smile to take away from the possible sting of her words.
The voice startled him slightly and he quickly looked up to find Caprice there. He let out a frustrated laugh. "Are you kidding me? This is the second time I've done this!" He did not seem at all in a pleasant mood. There were a lot of things getting to him as of lately. Just the whole war and what it had left the island's condition in. All of the hard laboring work everyone had to put themselves through to restore the place... The lives that had been lost. And even though his sister was alive, she might as well be dead because it sure as hell felt that way. His other hand raised up to scratch the back of his head. He glanced up at her then, remembering her face and their first meeting on the shores. He offered a defeated smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Eh... How are you...?"
"Ah, then what a stubborn man!" She chimmed quite chipperly, but she could understand his frustration. Caprice crossed the distance to the porch, where she politely invited herself down to sit next to him. She glanced at his face and then down to his thumb that he revealed when he moved his arm to scratch the back of his head. She winced, and then gave a sympathy look his way. Poor guy. "Here." From her own persona she removed a strip of cloth, mis-matched and colorful like the rest of her gypsyesque clothing. "Keep that bandaged." She nodded, and then offered up a shrug to his question. "Well, I'm alright I suppose. The weather's been cold... it keeps me inside most of the time. I see you've been keeping busy." She nodded up towards the roof that he had just been working on.
Orin nodded his head. "Yeah. Bloody stubborn is right." He watched her as she gave him the bandage and that earned a small smile from him. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He wrapped his finger up in the bandage. It did help with the throbbing pulsation that coursed through his veins at his finger. It was starting to swell and turn black and blue. He had hit it pretty hard. Luckily the first time he had done it, was on a different finger. He looked down and noticed her sandaled feet and chuckled softly. "I do not think you will stay warm wearing those..." He motioned down to her feat and smirked. "And yes, I've been staying quite busy with fixing things around here... There is plenty to do." His arm rose and he wiped his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his shirt. He didn't even care how he looked. It wasn't like he was trying to impress anyone, really.
