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Post by Kawashi Desideria on Jun 23, 2009 21:03:41 GMT -5
Desi stared at the many sheets of paper in front of her, all different sketches of the same person- a cartoon of hers. She wanted to create a little comic strip- and was trying to find the right form of drawing. She stood in front of a table- her artwork splayed out and her arms folded over her chest. Brown eyes studied each one carefully- and she sighed. Turning her head she found herself facing a small mirror. The girl standing there was petite and narrow- with large brown eyes that glinted amber in the light. She had thick dark brown hair pulled up in a messy ponytail with a Chinese-style paintbrush sticking out from it. Her uniform seemed a bit too big for her tiny frame, and had a small splatter of blue paint on its sleeve. She looked .. crafty. Smiling, Desi turned back to her work.
Alright, well the one had way too big of a head. That one was definitely out. Reaching forward, she pushed the first drawing aside, and examined the others. For the style she was aiming for ... The second and third were too childish. Swiping them out of the way as well, she grumbled under her breath. Moving to the fourth leaf of paper- she beamed. Yes! The lanky and willowy form she had going on here was perfect. Removing the paper from it resting place, she brought it closer, grinning at it. Humming to herself, she brought her ideas to the clothes ... Maybe another outfit would be better ...
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Post by Yamazaki Yukio on Jun 23, 2009 22:54:12 GMT -5
Yukio had deiced to stuck around after school to work on his latest painting. Yes so he was heading to the visual Arts club room since that was where he had left his painting. After all he was a member of the club so it was alright for him to leave some of his art work there where it would be safe. The good thing was that there should not be anyone else there so he could work in peace in quite. Yukio was not in the mood to go home no his father had come home from his latest diplomatic trip and he was not in the mood to have to deal with his father. His relationship with his father had become very strained every since his mother died. It did not help his father was always busy with his and did not pay much attention to him. Also he was not the most supportive person to his own sons art.
Finally Yukio had made it to the club room and he open the door. Looking inside he saw that someone else was there it was another member of the club Desideria who he had met in his art class. Walking in he deiced not to bother her since it seemed she was busy working on some art of her own. Yukio walked past her and head over to where he had left the canvas and the easel he had his painting on that he had been working on. Once he had gotten over to it he put his school bag down and took of his uniform jacket since he did not want to get paint on it. Rolling up his sleeves he went over the cabinet that housed the paint and out it also he got out a a wooden paint platter putting on the colors of paint he needed. Once he had the paint he need he walked over to the canvas dipping the paint brush he had in his left hand in the gray paint he started to paint.
The painting he was working on was of a wolf that was sitting on cliff that over looked a lake and the wolf was howling at the full moon. Most of the painting was finished except for the wolf that was the only thing he need to finish painting. Yukio was happy with how this painting was turning out of course he usually loved how all his paintings turn out. He loved art so much it was the one thing that made him fell like his mother was not really gone from his life. Yes it had been his mother that had gotten him into art and she also the one who got him to love music. Sure he was talented at music, but be an artist was what he wanted to do. It had been his dream since he was child to become a famous artist just like his mother had been. Yukio kept the paint brush in left hand moving across the canvas. If Desideria got curiousto see what he was working on she would see that he was really focused on finishing this painting since he had been working on it for the last few days.
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Post by Kawashi Desideria on Jun 23, 2009 23:12:32 GMT -5
Desi placed the paper down on the table, plucking the other sheets from their spots and piling them neatly, proceeding to tuck them into a green folder labeled "Unused." She put the picture she was using on top of the folder, and pushed both aside, putting white sheets where the folder was. Turning on her heels, she strolled to the other end of the room, peering curiously as another artist, one she knew from class named Yukio, painted a picture. It was after school hours- did he not want to go home? Without saying anything, Desi rummaged through the marker closet, searching for .. Ah! There they were, the neutral tones. With her markers in hand, the tiny girl turned to head back to the table.
Once more the thought nagged at her- did Yukio stay after to avoid going home? Most all students here looked forward to going home. Of course, Desi didn't. Her step-father was a nightmare who didn't know she existed, and he had already infected Mother with his disease. Mom used to be all about family, like Desi's father, but she changed with the wind- or rather the guy. Since Dad died, she had been a completely different woman. Even the maids and everyone acted as if Desi didn't exist. And quite frankly, this had created anger in the small girl. But she'd let no one know of course- they could betray her like Mom did. Or leave her like Dad did. Clutching the markers tightly so that her knuckles turned white, the girl gritted her teeth. Her gaze was trained on the floor- and she took a deep breath. In all her thoughts though, she had not realized there was a-
Wham! An easel had been placed in the room, right in the way of Desi's path. Caught up in her anger, the girl had not seen it there- and in a tangle of arms, legs, and wood- she crashed into it, and then to the ground. Landing rather gracefully, she thought- she went to get up- only to find the easel was coming down upon her head. Once the ruckus died down, she huffed. Grasping the easel, she pushed it up- getting to her feet. Jeez, she was so clumsy sometimes- something she had inherited from her mother. Dusting herself off, she shoved the easel to the side of the room, out of the way, and rubbed her elbow where she had smacked it off the floor tiles.
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Post by Yamazaki Yukio on Jun 24, 2009 0:00:19 GMT -5
Yukio was still working on his painting and it was coming along very well. It would not take him to much longer and he would be finished. He would be glade to be finished with his painting since he did hate leaving any art work unfinished. It would eat at him if had to stop working on any art since he would not start any new art work till he finished the current art work that was not finished. So once he finished this painting he could work on something. So he kept the paint brush in left hand moving across the canvas adding more detail to the wolf. Wolves were something that he seemed to like to do a lot of art work of that and dragons. They were just something that was fascinating to him also he did fell like he could relate to the wolf in painting.
Yes the lone wolf who roomed alone since he did not have a lot of people that he was very close with. Unless you counted his butler Alphonse who was well the only person that really seemed to care that he existed. So that was why he wanted to avoid going home why should have wanted to go to place where his father did not pay attention to him or even support his art work. Sure Yukio knew that his father must have not enjoy the idea of being artist since most likely remind him of Yuiko's mother. His mother he did miss her a lot she had been so kind and supportive of him. She had been such an amazing artist and some even said his art was just as good as hers. Yet he still knew that his art style was a bit different than his mother had been. Think about this hand caused him to stop painting and grab the silver cross of his necklace and hold it with his left hand.
This always happen to him when he though about his mother mother. He was brought out of his thoughts when her the sound of something crashing to the floor. Looking he saw it Desideria who had gotten tangled up in an easel that someone else had left out. She got herself untangled for it and started to rub her elbow and he was sure it must of it from when she hit the floor. Putting down his paint pallet and paint brush on a near by table he deiced to make sure she was alright. Walking over to her he stopped when he was a few inches away from. "Umm you alright?" Yukio asked her in usual calm voice. Yes he was sure she was not hurt to bad, but he still just had be sure she was alright. So he stood waiting for her to answer him and then once he knew if she alright he would go back to work on his painting.
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Post by Kawashi Desideria on Jun 24, 2009 0:11:40 GMT -5
Desi turned at the sound of a voice to see Yukio asking if she was alright. She stared at him for a moment, her brown eyes wide and a funny look on her face. In fact, she looked as if she didn't know whether to cry or smile- though her emotions were neither. She was confused. Mom never asked if she was alright anymore, and her step father never bothered. She had never needed anyone to ask her if she needed help or if she was alright. A strange feeling tugged inside of her, and the petite girl honestly didn't know how to reply.
She removed her hand from her elbow- letting both arms drop to her sides. Her gaze flickered over to the side, and she shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?" She demanded, her gaze flashing back to Yukio. Silently she added, who cares anyway? Swallowing, she lifted her chin, and pushe her shoulders back. No one, no one would know what she was feeling. It was the one thing that Desi had full control over, her feelings, and she would not let anyone in to the thing that she had kept throughout her life. She lost Dad and Mom, never got her step father, and was forced to leave her friends behind. But she still had herself, which is all she needed. She could make friends if she wanted to, as long as she appeared fine in all manners.
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Post by Yamazaki Yukio on Jun 24, 2009 1:02:55 GMT -5
Yukio got the felling that Desideria was surprised that he had show concern for her. Well wasn't only right he made sure she was alright since she had fallen hard to the floor. Though he guessed that when he saw her stop rubbing her elbow that she was fine and not hurt. Yukio there herd what she said "Why wouldn't I be?" what she said to him. Well he got from that she was fine and then he though herd her say something else. Yet he did not say anything back to her and he just walked away from her. Heading back over to where he had been working on his painting. Since was fine he seen no point in bothering her more and he did want to finish his painting. Picking up the paint platted and paint brush from the table where he had left it and started to paint again.
Yukio really was not one to usually express his emotions so well so he had no idea to say back to her. Still he felt that she had the same type of home life he did one where no one really show to much concern for him. Sure he had Alphonse, but still he wished his father would show more interested in him. Yet he knew that nothing would make his father change since he had changed like Yukio had since his mother death. yes Yukio use to be such a more happy person when his mother had been a live. Also he had been more sociable then he was now, but after his mother die he became more distant. This caused the friends he had to stop hanging around with him. So now he really had no friends and so that was way he spend so much time doing a lot of art work or spending time playing music.
Stopping he looked at the painting as he had just finished it and it looked really good. He smiled yer he really liked how his painting had turn out it was really life like. It was almost like what he had paint was real. Now that he was done he started to clean up going over to the sink he clean up the paint pallet and the paint brush putting them back in the cabinet he had gotten them from. Going back to the sink he washed his hand off getting the paint off them. Yukio was still not in the mood to go home so he went to the table that was near his painting and reached in to bag to take out his sketch book to draw something. Taking the art pencil he started to started to draw. He wounder how Desideria was doing with what she was working, but he was not going to bother her. No he was just going to work on his drawing and try to stay as long as he could since he did not want to go home.
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Post by Kawashi Desideria on Jun 24, 2009 17:16:50 GMT -5
When Yukio turned around and went back to work, Desi was not sure whether to feel relieved or not. Shrugging whatever emotion she decided on aside, the pixie-like girl walked back to her table, with the markers still in hand. She had an idea of drawing something completely different- but found she was too angry. With unneeded force, she shoved her folder and picture aside- letting it fly across to the other end of the table. Pulling up a chair, she sat down, and began pouring emotional muse out on to her paper. She lost track of thoughts while drawing, and once she was done, she was somewhat appalled.
She hadn't drawn one of these anger-driven pieces in awhile, and was not used to the intensity of her pissiness. The picture was of a tornado funnell, one that was causing destructive, or that would. Her eyes wide, she stared at the drawing, and admitted to herself she had done well on it. Leaving it on the table, she decided she'd touch it up a bit, but for the shading she'd need a smudger. Scooting out of her chair, she stood up- and saw Yukio staring down at his painting with a smile. "So it turned out well?" She inquired, diving down to open the bottom drawer and sifting through to get what tool she needed. Straightening, she peered over, her brown eyes wide and curious.
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Post by Yamazaki Yukio on Jun 24, 2009 19:12:17 GMT -5
Yukio was busy drawing and he could not help, but look up at his painting again. Yes it really had turn out really nice and he was happy with it. Usually he did take a lot of pride in his art work liking everything he made. Yet was not wrong for him to have pride in his work since he was really talent. Yukio loved art so much it just made fell like his mother was still in life even though she had past away. Sure he knew he should have try to move past his mother death, yet it was something that he knew would be with him for the rest of his life. At least he could honor his mother by still doing art. There had been a time when he waned to quite doing art it was right after his mother had die and he just did not have the muse to do any art. For two weeks he did not draw or paint anything. It was till he had found the first painting he had done for his mother that he deiced his mother would not have wanted him to give up on something he loved.
As Yukio was thinking about this he had stopped drawing and his left hand was touching the silver cross on his necklace. Looking at his painting he herd what Desideria said to him "So it turned out well?" and well it had turn out more than well. No it had turn out great at least that was what he thought. The painting looked almost so real like you actually able to reach out and touch the surface of lake or even touch the wolf to fell its soft fur. Yukio kept his hand on his necklace as he turn so he could see Desideria. "Oh well yeah it turn much better than I expected it to." Yukio said with normal quite voice and small smile on his face. It was rare for him to smile so much. Usually he did not smile a lot or let many people see him smile. Yukio used his art more to express his emotion more than showing them to people.
Now he was quite again as his hand stay on necklace still he was sure that Desideria would notice this. Yukio was glade to be here where he did not have to deal with his father. He was sure if he was at home his father would have people over and he really did not like to deal with the people his father had over. No there were mostly there to talk about politics it was rather boring. And he would be forced to have to listen to them talk about such a boring thing. So Yukio was not going to leave yet if he could help it, but he knew he would have to go home soon since the school would have to be locked up soon. Turning his attention back to his drawing he he was looking at what he had started to draw. It turns out he had started to draw a dragon than was flying in the sky. Thinking about what to work on next in his drawing his left hand stay on his necklace as he was thinking.
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Post by Kawashi Desideria on Jun 24, 2009 20:29:11 GMT -5
Desi nodded and started back toward her table, sitting down and tweaking her piece. The tornado itself needed a little less prominence, whereas the person standing on the ground in front of it- the one with brunette hair ... Wait a moment, it seemed as if Desi had drawn herself as the girl in front of the raging tornado. Closing her eyes, she sighed, and opened them once more. Adding the finishing touches took less time than she thought, but still with a glance at the clock- the girl's mood dropped. It was getting late, and the school was about to close. (This she knew as she usually stayed after.) Frowning, the girl turned back to her work, packing it all up in her green folder. Grabbing the markers and smudger, she got to her feet- putting them away swiftly. As she was kneeling to put the smudger in its place, she opened her mouth to speak. "You seem to like your necklace a lot." She commented, without looking up. Shutting the drawer, she stood up, stretched, and headed towards the door, her folder in hand. Before she reached the exit though, she turned around, facing Yukio.
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