Perspective [JAMES]

[James Wharton]

Well, that was practically what he was taught before in his art class.  But the major difference was that he had a picture before, and he figured out what the foundation shapes were.  Along with the foundation shapes of the picture he could measure the correct distance between various shapes with a pencil, which was an interesting trick.  It didn't sound very "realistic" measuring it with a pencil, but once you put some thought into what you were doing it made a lot of sense.  Or so his art teacher said, since he wasn't the best with the little trick of measuring with a pencil.  But he always got it, eventually, and that meant he sometimes got help.

But now, now he had to draw a bloody person.  And to top things off he didn't really even know them that much!  God, things were sure going bad for him today.  But he didn't really want to deny Nia, so he simply began to draw a circle with various strokes on the paper.  It took a few moments to make it circle-ish, considering how the left side wasn't as round as the right side.  "So uh, how ya doing?"  He asked, not quite sure as to how he should draw Nia's face now.  He didn't have a picture, and he hadn't learned about how to draw portraits of someone, like this.  So now he just hoped to somewhat drag things out, so he wouldn't fail dramatically with his drawing.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"Fine." She nodded, yawning as she kept her head at the same position. "I'm used to being a model. My old tutor always drew me." She nodded once more. She smiled a bit to herself as she remembered her old tutor. He was always so nice. She slowly shook her head, some of her hair falling over her eyes.

"So, uh... Were you forced here too? Or did you just come here out of your own free will?" She tilted her head slightly. She still felt bitter at her parents for forcing her to come here when she actually had nothing to do.

[James Wharton]

Wait, she's use to being a model, does that mean she wanted him to draw her whole body?  He thought she said only to draw, or try to draw, her face.  Well, too late now to do anything, especially since he did not know a clue on how to do a human in this position.  So James simply decided to go along with Nia as she asked various questions.  "Forced?  Nah, I came here free willing, in fact I wanted to come out here if it makes any difference.  But uh, what about yourself?"  He said, looking up at Nia.  He wasn't all too sure now as to whether he should keep on drawing miserably, or draw Nia.  It was all just so, confusing.  Honestly, he really needed to draw more while he was here.  Maybe if he had been drawing since he came here he wouldn't be so, bad.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"Mom and dad wanted me to be another great like trainer like my bros." She let out a frustrated sigh, breaking her usual calm tone. After a while of seemingly fuming she calmed down. She didn't notice James's seeming unhappiness at drawing, and simply shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really wanna be a trainer. I just wanna be someone who paints and lives by painting."

She wrinkled her toes in thought as time passed. She examined the boy more. Hm, golden hair she had noted, but not his eyes. Maybe she should try and paint him at some point. She shrugged her shoulders to herself.

[James Wharton]

Huh, so from the sounds of things Nia had some siblings, which might have all been brothers.  For her to have said "great trainers like my bros" that had to mean they were older than her, or they were all child prodigies, which was highly unlikely.  Most likely she was the youngest in her family, unless she had some other siblings she didn't mention.  It was interesting really, how he was the oldest in his family, and she was the youngest as far as he knew.  Very interesting.

Simply listening James thought about what Nia said, and what she mentioned about not wanting to be a trainer.  Well, that was perfectly alright, but to want to be a painter she wouldn't get many classes for that here.  If she wanted to be a breeder, or a adventurer of sorts, then it would make sense to go here.  But a painter?  It was just a waste of money to come here.  A waste of money for her parents that is, considering how if the person doesn't want to learn they most likely won't do good at the course.  "So, uh, you are aware there aren't any art classes here, right?  Or there might be, not quite sure.  The closest thing to an art class would be an art club."  He said, not quite sure if the school event had an art club.  But, that didn't really matter all too much, because Nia could still paint at school.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"I talked about being forced to come before, didn't I? If I didn't, I was forced to come here." She nodded. She then furrowed her brows slightly. "My parents thought that a school for aspiring trainers would make me be like my bro's. Just without hands." She sighed a bit, seemingly frustrated. "I'm pretty sure they just wanted to get rid of me. Oh well."

She returned to wrinkling her toes, watching them in thought for a while before biting her lower lip. "So, uh... You got any siblings or anything like that?" She tilted her head once more, yawning a bit.

[James Wharton]

her parents thought making her come here would make her like her brothers, without hands.  She even added without hands.  Just, that was something he let echo in his head for a moment.  Nia was so, straight forward with what she wanted to say, literally.  However he didn't hang onto what she said too long, for she said something somewhat, depressing afterwards.  Apparently in her view her parents wanted to get rid of her, which was a pretty harsh thing to say.  They probably just wanted her to live a normal life, or as normal as possible.  Most likely they sent her here, to be like her brothers in the sense that they treated her the exact same way, even when she was obviously different.

He wanted to say something about the matter, yet he didn't want to once she moved on from that subject to another.  It was probably the sensible thing to do, since it was most likely a sensitive subject and she'd basically just met him.  "Yah, I got one sibling.  His name's Marcus, He's around what, twelve now?  I should probably remember when his birthday is a lot more, since he's my brother and all."  He said, hopeful that this would make Nia a little more, cheery.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"Eh." She shrugged a bit, rubbing her left cheek against her left shoulder. "Don't remember my bro's birthdays either. Haven't seem them in a while." It wasn't that important to her. Sure, they were her family and stuff, but she had always preferred people that didn't live with her constantly and treat her with silk gloves. "But 's nice to hear about your bro." She smiled a bit before yawning once more.

"I think they're trying for the league back at Kanto." She sighed a bit, furrowing her brows. "'S gonna be so embarrassing when mom's gonna call and cry to me for a few hours when they're dropped by the first of the elite four."

[James Wharton]

Nia's brothers were competing in the Pokemon League back in Kanto, interesting.  She did have a point where they probably wouldn't make it too far in, or in her words past the first of the four.  It was interesting really, battling the elite four.  He'd never really thought about battling them, instead he thought about other things.  Possibly becoming an engineer, or maybe a Breeder of sorts.  "So uh, I assume you aint got much hope in them, or do they really such that much?" He said, pondering how strong Nia's brothers might have been.  In order to get all the way there they'd probably have to be somewhat strong.  But even to challenge one of the elite four with plain simple Pokemon, like a bloody Poochyena, would make you a laughing stalk.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"They're good. I guess. Didn't follow the tv'd battles they did, and all mom's babbling about them went right out of my left ear after entering trough the right one." She lifted her shoulders once more in a shrugging motion. Some would think it was just repeating the same motion over and over, and sure it was, but it was the only thing she could really do with her arms. "Mom's always had faith in them. Taped most of the matches, I heard. Didn't really put any of my paintings on the wall though." She shrugged once more. "But that's not important. How's your progress?"

[James Wharton]

Well, that was an interesting mother, very interesting.  He didn't quite understand what Nia meant by "Taped most of the matches," but it probably didn't matter too much since she changed the subject.  And the subject she changed it to, was how far he'd come in his piece of art.  Fantastic, he only had a circle, which was slightly misshapen on the left side.  He honestly didn't have a clue as to how one would make a portrait of someone, or something, without a picture.  And then on the other hand he was listening, so he had some reasons as to why he wasn't very far.  "I uh, I don't really know how to do a portrait of someone, especially without a picture.  Never really learned how."  He said, his face slightly red.  All he had so far was a single, mainly because he didn't know where to go and partially because he was listening to Nia most of the time.

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"Well. Just try to focus on the face first. The whole idea of a portrait is to capture the essence of a person an' just... Draw them." She nodded. Her advice might have been sup-bar at best, but to her it was the best dang advice she could give at the moment. She lifted her left leg slightly, scratching her cheek before resting it back down. "You don't have to draw if you don't wanna."

She then furrowed her brow rather deep as she thought about things. "Maybe I should try to do art club or something." She tilted her head at this idea, as if tasting it in her mind.

[James Wharton]

Well uh, he had to say Nia was no art teacher.  She basically just said, "Draw them."  That was basically, if not literally, what she said.  It wasn't very helpful, if he had to admit it.  But then, thankfully, she said he didn't have to draw.  He felt as if he needed permission not to, which was a rare thing.  So he simply listened to what Nia had to say about possibly making an art club, which was an interesting idea.  If he was correct there wasn't one already, and there wasn't an elective for art, so it would certainly be interesting.  

"There isn't an art club already, I think.  So it'd be an interesting idea."  He said, before he looked off to where his Lucario had been before.  Well, she probably wasn't going to get herself killed if she went off into the forest, so he didn't have too much to worry about that.  But then again, she might have made her way to the athletic fields, where she might creep some students out.  But hey, it would all be alright, considering how far they were from any sporty place.  Because they were far away from sporty areas right now, right?

[Nia Mckelleigh]

"Maybe so." She raised her leg again to scratch her chin. She thought about it for a little while before sagely nodding to her. "You're the vice president of that, then." She proceeded to stand up with a while of struggling, grunting to herself as she almost fell over once she got up. She then looked around, noticing Kristoff was still here next to her. "So. Uh." She tilted her head.

She really had nothing to say. Nothing to do, nothing to think. So after simply standing there for a moment she slumped back down, this time lying down all the way. "Might as well look at the sky. Maybe see some fliers or something."

[James Wharton]

So she agreed with him, that was great.  But wasn't great, or unexpected rather, was that she said he was going to be vice president.  Him, a vice president of a club?  It was unimaginable, truly.  He'd never thought about being in such a high position in a club, mainly because he wouldn't be good enough.  Along with getting some unwanted attention.  And this, this was all just so sudden, even for him.  It was simply unbelievable! They hadn't even known each other for more than a day, and Nia had already assigned him as vice president of her soon to be art club.

 He was about to say something, that is until Nia proceeded to stand up with a fair bit of effort.  It was a, somewhat interesting, sight.  Not in a bad way, but it wasn't something he'd seen before.  In a flash she'd managed to end the subject about the art club, and a few moments later she simply went to lye down on the ground.  Great, he was a vice president of an art club now, and Nia was expecting fliers to fly through the sky.  Honestly, this was all too sudden, he had no clue how to respond.  So he did what Nia did, he simply adjusted himself as to make himself in the same position as Nia.  He didn't say nothing, he didn't do nothing.  He simply looked up into the sky and did the same as her, unsure of what to say.