[OTA] Casual Sketches

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Elisha isn't in his office. He's not in his rooms, either, or his studio for that matter. If someone was looking for the King of Clubs, they'd have to go through all the usual suspects and some of the more unusual ones - the training rooms, the kitchens, the offices of the other Club Faces - before they came across him in a secluded corner of Club Castle's vast library. It's not the worst place to do paperwork. But he's not doing paperwork, of course. More...doodling. Faces instead of shapes, this time. There's one of Eileen, one of Hadyn, and maybe a few other random and not so random people. As like as not, they won't ever develop into anything more than this, but it's relaxing.

It gets his mind off everything else for a few moments, at least. At least, until someone finds his hiding place. Or, hey, maybe the library will sprout a picturesque cottage. Anything, apparently, is possible.

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"We should just get a museum set up." In one of the randomly popped up houses. The first exhibit could be 'Eileen Eicheln Through the Ages.'

"Most people might not," he said after a moment, moving his pencil to work on the rendition of his own couch. "But I happen to like drawing. Don't you have hobbies, Miss Sinclair?"

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"Hey, we don't exactly have a ton of museums. I think that might be a half-decent idea." Even if it was made in jest. She didn't much care.

But then hobby-talk, and Amy's eyebrow climbed a little bit. "I got hobbies, just. Nothin' like this." She...worked out. Okay, so that wasn't really much of a hobby, but it's basically all she had.

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

She wouldn't be alone in lacking hobbies. Look at Julien. Elisha was fairly sure he didn't know what fun was. "Well, this isn't any different than yours. Maybe it looks a little more impressive," he adds, "but I just do it for fun." And convenient presents.

[bitchwithabite.livejournal.com]

Doing things for fun. That shouldn't be nearly as novel a concept as it is, but hey -- Amy doesn't have a lot of opportunities for fun. That would require friends, specifically friends who aren't busy. Not as easy as it sounds when your friends are Tens and Sevens and Kings and Aces. Free time is, to say the least, hard to come by.

"Y'know, you don't actually gotta put down shit I do just for the hell of it, dude. Just 'cause it's different doesn't mean it's better."

Someday, she'll get used to the idea of payback, and being the target of it. That day is not today.

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

That just gets an eyebrow. And he doesn't stop sketching, though it's turning into more of a doodle though not a doodle of a troll, at least.

"Is there a reason you think I was putting you down?" He asks. "As it happens, I also work out on occasion." On many, many occasions, many of which end with other people groaning.

[bitchwithabite.livejournal.com]

It's cool. Her eyebrow can arch just as high, if not higher. Call it a gift. She was raised by David and alongside Ethan and Jordan, after all.

"Saying my shit's less impressive is putting it down. Maybe you need a vocabulary check, maybe not, but. Seriously." She gestures vaguely. "I don't...come in here and do that to you." Being King technically gives him the right to do it to her, of course, but it's bad for business. Spades and Clubs get along fairly decently, as it stands. She doubts she could impact things so impressively as to ruin that, but the point is that doing it is rude and unnecessary.

She's trying to get better about doing things that are rude and unnecessary. What the hell is with everyone else being incapable of doing the same?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

How nice for her. He was raised in the upper echelons of New York and Tel Aviv society. If he wanted to have an I'm Better Than You contest with Amy Sinclair, he could take it to the end. But it's beneath him, and he doesn't particularly want to bother.

"My deepest and most sincere apologies, Miss Sinclair," he says dryly. "I didn't mean to insult you. Why are you here?"

[bitchwithabite.livejournal.com]

Whatever. She's fine. She's breathing. Fuck this temper bullshit. But holy shit, no one person should be able to make her feel so small with such...stupidly insignificant words. Shaking her head, she waved a hand again. Vague gestures help take away from...everything. Right? Particularly her own inexplicably rising blood pressure.

"Lookin' for Dr. James. He's not in his clinic, so I thought I'd...look." And here Elisha was, far from being who she was looking for.

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"He's packing to leave," Elisha says. Still not drawing trolls, which is a plus sign, but however nuts Amy Sinclair is - which is not insignificant, given that apparently she still can't manage to play at polite with higher ranks - it's not like she's making his day difficult. "A two week sabbatical. He might be running errands in Town or at his house."

[bitchwithabite.livejournal.com]

"...Oh. Uh-huh. Okay, thanks, I guess."

And she's watching for a minute longer before rubbing her face and letting loose a loud sigh. Blown opportunities all over again. Fabulous.

"Um. Have a decent day, and, uh. Hope the whole. Drawing. Thing goes well."

Can she flee now? Please?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

If it's any consolation, it's not like he's going to tell anyone about this little interlude. It's just another head-shaking moment with Amy Sinclair.

"Thanks," he tells her. "I'll attempt to draw reasonable doodles of your boss." Although Victor with horns would be hilarious. Just not wedding present appropriate. "Have a nice day, Miss Sinclair."