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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Dec 28, 2010 1:41:58 GMT -4
Hatter sat propped up under a tree on the school grounds, his drawing pad resting in his lap and his hand, pencil within it, moving along the page and leaving marks of grey in its path. Hatter was doing one of his unusual drawings, although at the moment he was letting his hand move fairly freely, curious as to what might happen.
After a few more minutes, Hatter put his pencil down next to him and looked down at the drawings, grinning at the result. He had managed to begin a drawing of a twisted and slanted castle and had no clue where he had come up with the idea. He figured the view of the school in front of him may have played a part but he wasn't totally sure, nor did he truly care. He liked the odd drawing and so he picked up his pencil and continued what he had begun.
He was in the middle of adding some of his "signature" vine accents to the building when a shadow came over his page and the grass around him. It was not a big shadow but now his curiosity had been reached. He was interested in knowing who had approached him and if they could contribute in anyway to an drawing ideas just y being there. He lifted his head, placed his brown fedora with the peacock feather on on his head, stood to his full height, and bowed to the stranger he saw before him as he said, I am Syrus T.P. Hatter, Hatter for short. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, and grinned at this lovely girl, hand outstretched for a welcoming handshake.
Hatter knew his habits were a little odd, but this was how he'd been raised to be and he would stick by it. Besides, he enjoyed being a little unique to the world. Curiosity, after all, was one of his favorite things. He hoped the girl would be willing to amuse him in return but he didn't get his hopes up to high. One could hope though, right?
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Post by Ariel Adamaris on Dec 29, 2010 15:44:53 GMT -4
Sitting in her room was boring. She was sick of all the stuff there so she decided it was time to go for a walk. Where to? She did not know. Why? Because she felt like it. She was curious what was going on on campus. There must be something. If not she'd make it.
Ariel got dressed for the weather, well Ariel got dressed well for everything. Today would be no exception. It was a Saturday and thus the uniform was not required. Not that Ariel minded. She liked blue. She picked out a white lace trimmed v neck and skinny jeans which she paired with her light blue wool coat and her matching timberlands. She had found most of these at that kitschy place called "The Grotto" in town. She loved that place. She added a slouch hat as she walked out the door.
She had her messenger bag full of gadgets and gizmos with her. Her binder of music bumped against her leg as she climbed down the stairs. Once she got outside she shivered once at the cold. It hadn't snowed yet, but it was cold nonetheless. There was a light wind and incredibly long and curly red hair blew in it as usual. She hummed lightly to herself.
There was almost nobody outside, in fact there was nobody to be seen. She stood on her tippy toes and saw someone near a tree. "Yes" she said to herself. And not meaning to be creepy walked over to them. She saw his sketchbook as she got closer and thought to her self, I wonder what he could be drawing. She was slightly startled as he rised gracefully and eloquently greeted her.
She was incredibly short in comparison to him. Not that this suprised her. She looked up in slight wonder and realized she was supposed to respond. "I'm Ariel, Ariel Adamaris. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry to bother you.. um Hatter. I was just curious you see. And as per usual my curiosity got the best of me. You're drawing is quite beautiful." She curtsied gracefully. She was quite used to it from shows.
He was quite a character. She was curious why his name was "Hatter." Did he make hats? Or just wear them? Well he did wear one currently. And quite a fancy one at that. She just had to ask. "Why is your name Hatter?" Curiosity is annoying.
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Dec 30, 2010 4:35:53 GMT -4
Hatter couldn't help chuckling at this girl's curiosity. He knew what that was like but would not give her the answers she wished quite so easily. He was in a mood which caused him to make people think or wait for the actual answer. So Hatter put his and back down and sat back down in the grass before saying, nice to meet you. Well Ariel, do you really want to know where my name Hatter came from? Do you know why I raven is like a writing desk? Maybe that will give you a clue, although I can't guarantee one way or another. Care to sit down dear?
Hatter grinned as he said all of this. He really did want this pretty doll to stay and converse with him some more but he couldn't help himself when it came to a good riddle. Hatter felt the need to mess with someone's head when the moment presented it self and this girl had set herself up for confusion the second she had asked where he got his last name. He felt the need to add none the less, Do you truly like the drawing. I'm not sure what it is but I enjoy getting someone else's opinion on my work every now and than. Thank you. Any ideas what I shall or should add next? Or shall i just continue letting my hand do the work for me?
Hatter grinned and let a chuckle escape once more as he asked Ariel this. It amused him more than it should but laughter was supposed to be good for you, so no harm in laughing. Hatter waited silently for Ariel to respond to his bombardment of questions, hoping she would understand his odd ways. He doubted she would.
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Post by Ariel Adamaris on Dec 30, 2010 22:23:22 GMT -4
He was quite a confusing fellow. And slightly irritating, though in a fun way. "I haven't the slightest idea" Ariel said sitting down next to him. She had heard the riddle before. It was quite a doozy. She frowned thinking then smiled. "I get it. You have no clue why you are named Hatter? Am I right?" She quite hoped she was, or else she would have to think of another theory.
She looked at the sketch more closely. "The thing about art, as I have learned is that one must be careful not to overwork it." She gave a look of apology "Though I am not an artist in this way. I prefer to sing and to dance, the more theatrical." She smiled a conclusion in her mind. "You should continue to let your hand do the work. You must follow your heart. Or spirit due to it being the arts." She sat back slightly pleased with herself.
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Jan 12, 2011 23:07:59 GMT -4
Hatter was pleased with Ariel's suggestion and decided to let his hand continue the work as he continued to talk. It would be amusing to see what his hand... or his heart and spirit as Ariel so poetically had put it... would make out of this insane doodle.
Hatter let his lips do their own amount of work(a simple feat). My dear, you are perfectly correct with your answer to my riddle. But, you see, it was simply a test to see if you were worthy of knowing the true answer as to why I am called Hatter. You see, my dear, my closest family was a tailor who's last name was Hatter. It was originally some intricate variation of that but was simplified to Hatter over time due to the trade of the family. Due to my relation to this man, as he is my guardian, my last name is Hatter. I go by Hatter for a very different reason though. Let us see if you can figure this out over time. I truly believe you will if you so choose to get to know me. I hope you do and I hope you let me return the favor, my dear.
Hatter grinned as he said this. He amused himself sometimes and he was very much impressed by Ariel's ability to figure out his riddle. Few people could do such things and for this matter alone he liked her already... although first meeting could be deceiving as he well knew. Only time could tell if he would choose to get close to her as friends or simply remain acquaintances. Either way he waited patiently to see what she would say to his tangle of words.
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Post by Ariel Adamaris on Jan 23, 2011 12:59:21 GMT -4
Ariel watched him draw and listened to his story. She didn't know how to respond to all this. He was... crazy he was... That's it! she thought to herself. "You're Mad! That's why they call you hatter. The lead in the hats made the hatters mad. So you're the hatter because you are crazy!" She smiled broadly then looked back at his drawing.
It was absolutely beautiful. "It looks brilliant!" she said. "This is what happens when people follow their hearts, beauty." She didn't know quite what to call it though. What would he call it? "So I got a riddle for you. Well not quite a riddle. Why am I called Ariel? How well do you know art?"
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Jan 28, 2011 13:59:51 GMT -4
Hatter added a few extra lines to his drawing before putting down the pencil and holding the pad up so he could get the full effect of the drawing. He stared at it for a second before bringing it back to his lap and taking a purple and a green fine tipped pen from his bag. He initialed the drawing in purple and than added a tiny doodle, resembling his green top hat, under his initials so that the initials seemed to balance on top of the hat. Now the drawing was finished and met his approval.
Hatter spoke as he added his "signature" to the drawing. The answer of my name you just said dear, is just one answer but do not fear. The final answer is before your eyes. I do not try to hide it or disguise. If you choose to wait some time, you will surely understand my rhyme. Hatter let a small chuckle escape when he said this, knowing his riddles could frustrate with ease but he always was amused by his own cleverness.
Hatter then continued on, hoping his assumption at this girl's name was an accurate one. As for your name, I have a hunch. Your parents favored Shakespeare and The Tempest a bunch. Ariel's song rang through their head as they held you in their arms and felt no dread. You are named for a spirit, floating swiftly through the breeze. I wonder of course if this name fits you with ease. Am i correct or shall i try once more. I have plenty of time to try for a score.
Hatter felt he was torturing the lovely lady enough that as he finished his web of words, he removed the drawing and placed it in her lap. For the pretty lady, if she wishes to receive it. Hatter did not often give away drawings that came out so well but he felt Ariel deserved it considering he was testing her greatly when she barely knew who he was. He hoped she would take it and forgive him for any inconvenience or headaches he was causing her. He couldn't help himself sometimes and right now was one of those times.
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Post by Ariel Adamaris on Jul 24, 2011 16:59:04 GMT -4
Ariel smiled and picked up the drawing. "I love it thank you. I shall frame it and put it in my room." She certainly planned to. She then said "I don't particularly care for rhyming as it gives me a headache." She really couldn't think of anything to say. He was so nice. And yet his rhyming annoyed her so much that she wanted to get away.
She suddenly felt naseuous. What had she eaten today? She remembered, she'd eaten the "meal surprise." It hadn't been appetizing but it had filled her up. Now she felt so sick. She started to waver. "Hatter, I don't feel so well." Then she vomited. Gladfully she missed the picture. She felt really dizzy and then passed out.
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Jul 31, 2011 4:22:04 GMT -4
Hatter was about to apologize to his new friend for bothering her with his rhymes. Sometimes he just did this and didn't even realize that he was doing the one thing many people hated. But just as he opened up his mouth to apologize he could do nothing but watch as Ariel vomited on the ground before passing out. Hatter was lucky enough to catch her none the less.
Hatter threw his messenger bag over one arm, contents quickly thrown in, and than carried Ariel to the Nurse's office. He left her with her bag, feeling as if he;d done enough damage for one day. He would check up on her later to make sure she was okay. He left the drawing on the table beside the bed in the nurse's office and placed her belongings on the floor near the bed.
He told the nurse all the details as to what had happened and than left, heading in the direction of the art rooms. He needed to clear his head and he knew few better ways to do so than in the quiet painting and drawing the afternoon away. That was exactly what he planned to do.
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