Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

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Slumped comfortably on the couch, A.J. sat sketching, with a very untouched sandwich sitting on a plate on the nearby endtable. He was working on a new piece of abstract art and ended up getting rather engrossed in it. To a point where he not only forgot about the sandwich, but he was also forgetting about where he was, what he was doing, what it was about. Entirely caught up in the moment. He loved when the art took on a force of its own and simply seemed to be using him and his pencils as a channel for giving them life....


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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette got tired of playing her Wii. And there was no one in the common room on her floor so she went down a floor. Padding in barefoot she saw A.J. but was not going to interrupt him since he was so tuned into what he was doing. Hopefully he would show her later.

Instead, she sat down on the floor in front of the TV, crossed her legs, and started flipping through channels. And yes, the sound was muted.

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Eventually, though, the flipping channels was messing up A.J.'s lighting. Well, not messing it up, really, but changing it, enough that he noticed. He didn't look up from his sketchpad, though, and kept his pencils moving. "Anything good on?" he asked idly.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"No," she answered back quietly without turning around. Annette eventually left the channel on Food Network. They were showing how Peeps were made and it made for pretty interesting watching.

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A.J.'s eyes drifted over for a second; it seemed weird that Annette was being so quiet. "Everything okay?" he asked, just in case, still with his focus mostly on the sketchbook.

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"Yeah, I'm good. Just didn't feel like being alone in my room with my Wii. But I'll be quiet, promise. And I'll only look at what you're doing when your ready to show me. If you want, that is."

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

Troy came in and sat beside A.J. in the couch; he didn't say anything, or make any move to capture A.J.'s attention, instead just watching the image take form. After a few moments, he curled up, pulling his legs up and crossing his arms over his knees; his chin came to rest on his arms, and his eyes never left A.J.'s hands.

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Just as A.J.'s eyes never really left the paper as he slowly started adding some dark red around the edges of the picture, almost framing it, with sketchy, uncertain lines. He hadn't really noticed Troy at all; he was almost completely zoned in on his work.

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

Troy was happy to sit there; his conversation (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1884593.html?thread=86585521#t86585521) with River had helped him come to terms with what had happened between them, and to realise that it was maybe something he'd want to pursue after all.

He just hoped A.J. felt the same way.

But yes, he was content to sit and watch, enjoying the way the images were taking shape under A.J.'s hand, even if he couldn't quite understand it.

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A.J. paused a moment, frowning at the work in front of him, chewing thoughtfully on the end of his pencil. It still didn't quite seem to have what he wanted it to...it wasn't making his private little statement clear enough to him, and if it wasn't clear to him, it wouldn't be clear to anyone else. His eyes drifted up, blinking, adjusting to the shift in scenery after staring at a paper for so long, and it was then that he noticed Troy.

He blinked, mouth hanging slightly open as if he'd been caught doing something foolish.

How long had he been sitting there?

"Hey..."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter came in and took a seat. "Hey."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" A.J. blinked up, pulled away for a second. He was really into the drawing, and heard just sounds and not actual words.

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter grinned. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt you."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" A.J. said again, then blinked hard, shaking his head. "Aw, no, it's cool." He let out a soft laugh. "Probably a good thing you did; I got kinda lost there..."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé peered into the common room and noticed A.J. sketching, and stepped in with a smile. "May I?" she asked, hating to disrupt his muse, but not wanting to peer at his work without him knowing. It seemed rude.

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"Hm?" A.J. looked up toward the sound of another voice, pulling himself away. "Oh! Naminé!" He smiled back. "Hi!"

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"Hello again," she smiled. "What are you working on this time?"

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"Not entirely sure," A.J. said with a sideways smile, although that wasn't entirely sure. "Just sort of...expressing. See?" He moved the sketchbook so that Naminé could see.

[ladycfitzgerald.livejournal.com]

Anne came into the common room after a oh so handwavy day of rambling all over the island -- there might have been a two-hour stretch devoted to wordless rhapsodizing at Galactica Point -- and settled herself on a chair. "You look like a man seized by inspiration," she noted, with the knowing air of someone who felt she understood such things.

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"Just another slave to the muses," A.J. replied, still focused on his work, although not so much that he couldn't spare a glance for Anne as she sat down.

[ladycfitzgerald.livejournal.com]

Hopeful that she had, in fact, found another kindred spirit, Anne laughed delightedly. "Isn't it the most wonderful feeling?" she asked. "To be in the grip of some powerful creative force that just flows through you effortlessly?"

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"It really, really is," A.J. smiled lightly over at her; he could just tell she understood by the sheer energy in which she explain it, and the rather nice choices of words, too. "You dabble in something too, then, Anne?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "Writing, maybe?"

[multiplez]

After a day spent napping and surfing ye olde internets, Z decided to venture forth in search of, you know, actual other people. Whom she happened to find in the fourth floor common room. "Hey," she said to AJ. "Whatcha doin'?"

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A.J. grinned a little, still sketching out some lines and not quite looking up from the sketchpad. "Planning to take over the world." What? Asking a question like that deserved an answer like that.

[multiplez]

Z was by all appearances totally serious when she told him, "I regret to inform you I'm contractually obligated to prevent any and all attempts at global domination. Especially if you're extraterrestrial in origin. Or a demon. You're not a demon, are you?"

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A.J. ignored the first thing that popped into his head about being a demon, mostly because it was not only entirely untrue (as far as he knew), but he also had no idea where a comment about how he was in the sack had come from in the first place. "Definitely not a demon," he chuckled. "Or an extraterrestrial. Or even serious. I'm just drawing." He held up the sketchbook to prove it. "I regret to inform you that there will be no prevention necessary."