Cᴬᴹᴮᴼᴰᴵᴬ Oᴿ Pᴬᴿᴵᶳ, Mᵞ Dᴱᴬᴿ? {pafp, advanced/semi, gxg}

Cambodia or Paris, My Dear?

|plot|

muse a is an aspiring artist, having dreams of moving to either Paris or Cambodia later on in life. muse b, someone that muse a had met at one of her painting classes a few months back, decides to tag along with muse a when she goes on her journey. the two find love later on during their trip, enjoying the glorious adventure that they're having together while muse a continues to work on accomplishing her dreams, muse b doing the same.

{stuff can be added along the way, as well.}

|other/notes|

I don't mind what your character's dream is (stated in the plot that she is trying to accomplish her dreams as well while traveling with my character). I would really appreciate it if the age of your character is at least a year older than mine, which means that she would have to be at least 24 (since my character is going to be 23). Please be active. Being on at least once a day is fine with me, but if you're able to get online more than once a day, I would really appreciate it! Also, please be advanced/semi-advanced.

That's all. c:

Alia Lea Callahan

The twenty-three year old woman sighed as she stared at the blank canvas in front of her. She thought about what she could paint, and every time, the Eiffel Tower came to mind. She had painted the beautiful landmark numerous times already. She had painted it during spring, summer, fall, and winter. She had even taken the time to paint the tower in watercolor and acrylic paint.

The next thing that came to mind was the wondrous beaches of Cambodia, which she had painted numerous times as well. She considered painting the Angkor Wat, but quickly decided against it due to the limited amount of time she had left until some piece of her artwork was due for her daily painting class that occurred once a week. That painting would take months, and she only had a few more weeks left until she had to show up to her class Monday morning and present a whole new painting. Her lack of creativity resulted in her searching up foreign landmarks all across the globe. She even considered painting some sort of historical event, but scratched the idea off of her list as well. She had never been fond of history.

Alia sighed once more as she stared at the blank canvas, biting her lip as she went deep in thought, still not able to decide what to paint for the class. Not being able to make up her mind was frustrating, and she hated it. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. She laid her now-dry paint brush on her stool after standing from it, then walked toward the counter in the kitchen where her phone lay. She picked up the device, typing in her four-number passcode before scrolling through her contacts to a certain number. Her fingernails clicked against the screen of the smartphone as she typed out a message to send to her friend, whom she had met mere months before at the same art class.

Have no ideas for the painting for class. Help? Alia read over her message, making sure that everything was correctly spelled and her grammar was correct before hitting send, laying her phone back on the counter as she waited for a reply.

I originally planned for it to be a jump-in, but you can go ahead and post a picture if you'd like. I wouldn't mind. c:

Alia Lea Callahan

So You Say You Wanna Get Away;;

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Alia groaned once she read the text message, biting her lip as she texted back. Drawing you may be a good idea, actually.. She hit send, laying her phone back on the counter as she opened one of the cabinets above her head, grabbing a mug from inside. She closed the cabinet door, walking over to her coffee maker, selecting a flavor, which was vanilla; her favorite.

She sat the small cup inside the coffee maker, closing the top on it before she pressed the brew button, placing the mug underneath the maker, watching as it began to pour her now-flavored coffee into the mug. Alia let it set there for a few minutes, allowing the drink to cool down a bit as she returned to her canvas, moving the paint brush from her stool before she sat down. She grabbed a light shaded pencil from the easel, easily drawing the outline of a feminine human being. Her brown eyes scanned over the outline, erasing any stray marks before she began to add a bit of detail.

Alia chose to paint the drawing with watercolor, which was personally her favorite. She was far from painting the drawing considering that she was still currently working on the eyes and the shape of the girl's face. The blonde bit her lip in concentration, which was a habit, as she moved on to the eyes, drawing ovals for the outline. She would keep them in the simple shape until she began to add more detail, which would require her to erase the bits and pieces of the shape and draw outlines until it began to look like an actual eye.

ooc;;

We Don't Need A Plane. I Could Be Your Escape..

Alia Lea Callahan

ѕσ уσυ ѕαу уσυ ωαηηα gєt αωαу;;

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Alia read the message, holding back a small laugh as she texted Glace back. Did you really just break your computer? When is the project due? She hit send, then returned to drawing the woman she was texting.

σσ¢;;
It's alright. Sorry for the short post as well. I'm currently on my cousin's laptop and the keys on the keyboard keep sticking. :/

ωє ∂ση't ηєє∂ α ρℓαηє. ι ¢συℓ∂ вє уσυя єѕ¢αρє ..

//it's okay! I totally understand! I hope you feel better soon!\\

Alia nodded as she took another sip of her coffee. "It's my favorite," she said with a soft smile. The blonde sat the cup of coffee on the small coffee table in front of her before she ran her hand through her short, blonde hair. "That's what I have so far," she said, pointing to the outline that rested on her easel. "I'm probably just gonna have loads of different colors for the background so everything will contrast, but I don't know yet," she explained, looking at the outline herself before returning her attention to Glace.

//sorry for the short post as well.\\