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capeandcowllogs2012-04-15 09:59 am
xuffasch) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-04-15 09:59 am
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bring your coat and bring your youth;
WHO: damian && midii
WHERE: a bakery damian often frequents
WHEN: friday afternoon
WARNINGS: pretentious children being pretentious.
SUMMARY: two small children with big ideas about the world meet up.
FORMAT: w/e.
Damian's routine was a simple one: after a night of patrol and not much sleep, he'd come to his bakery, computer or notebooks in hand, and sit at a corner table working while the owners--who knew him by now and thought him adorable--would bring him strong black coffee and pastries at various intervals. It was a routine he liked because he didn't have to deal much with anyone; his table was secluded and he didn't even have to speak to the waiters to order.
Today was no different. He'd abandoned technology for his sketchbook, and instead of working on new engine designs for the Batmobile like he'd first intended, he was just drawing. His style was rough, frantic, energetic--profiles of people with manic expressions, their limbs always slightly contorted. Every so often he'd look up at the people around him for inspiration, but for the most part he kept his nose down and his focus absolute.
WHERE: a bakery damian often frequents
WHEN: friday afternoon
WARNINGS: pretentious children being pretentious.
SUMMARY: two small children with big ideas about the world meet up.
FORMAT: w/e.
Damian's routine was a simple one: after a night of patrol and not much sleep, he'd come to his bakery, computer or notebooks in hand, and sit at a corner table working while the owners--who knew him by now and thought him adorable--would bring him strong black coffee and pastries at various intervals. It was a routine he liked because he didn't have to deal much with anyone; his table was secluded and he didn't even have to speak to the waiters to order.
Today was no different. He'd abandoned technology for his sketchbook, and instead of working on new engine designs for the Batmobile like he'd first intended, he was just drawing. His style was rough, frantic, energetic--profiles of people with manic expressions, their limbs always slightly contorted. Every so often he'd look up at the people around him for inspiration, but for the most part he kept his nose down and his focus absolute.