Sketch in the Park
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Post by jessiebelle on Nov 9, 2010 19:30:27 GMT -6
I've become braveAs the light of day straight into a caveTo show me the way, that I might be savedNow I'm turning the page* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * The day seemed to have gone by so slowly for Sora. She swore two days had passed by and it was somehow looking like it was just one. Time seemed to have decided that it wanted her to suffer. She was glad that the school day had finally come to an end, all day she had had an idea playing in her head, but it hadn't looked as if she would ever be given a chance. She quickly made her way to the park, knowing that as soon as she started, that time would deiced that it wanted to go back to normal or something. She found a bench to work at and laid out her oil pastels, some paper, and the pictures, that she had taken some time before, out. While she herself sat on the ground. The pictures she had taken, where just of a cat her parents had recently brought home. The cat wasn't as lazy as other cats were. Which surprised Sora, who had only just began to even like the cat for what it was. He was always running around, playing with whatever it could find, sure it ate and used the bathroom, but it never seemed to sleep. Didn't most cats sleep for most of the day? Well not this cat. The pictures were of him doing random things, and the cat seemed to have a look of “oh no I got caught.” It actually reminded Sora of a deer in the headlight. She first began to sketch out the cat on one of the papers. The picture she had chosen to draw had been one of the cat doing thing more but sleeping. Sora liked him like this the most. He was quiet and out of the way. The only problem was that he was sleeping on her pillow just before she herself was going to go to sleep. That night she had had to snap that picture. Of course once it was done she had kicked the cat out of her room. Who did he think he was, sleeping in her room as if it were his? For the next hour or so, Sora had been completely lost in her drawing. It was almost done, then she would be able to paint it. She just hoped that she didn’t mess that up. Once she was done with it, she looked picked it up and looked at it with admiration. “It’s not half bad, if I do say so myself,” she told herself. She wondered for a moment what color she was going to make the cat. Maybe orange? As she reached across the bench to grab her brown oil pastel, she only managed to push it off. Fine, she thought, I wanted to make him black and white anyway. The cat was already orange, it didn’t have to be just like him. “This stinks!” she decided sometime afterward, the picture just hadn’t quite looked the way she wanted it to. All she had managed to do was dirty herself with her oil pastels. She had a couple of smudges on her hands and her shirt. And somehow she had managed to get some on her knew shoes. She began to pack her stuff back up angrily, not bothering to deal with what she had been working with. She wasn’t in the mood anymore. “Stupid cat!” she mumbled. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Nov 15, 2010 2:04:16 GMT -6
Ryou walked at a leisurely pace.
Her sister had gone ahead of her; they rarely ever went the same way, as Fujibayashi Kyou simply loved her motorcycle, and loving a vehicle usually meant using it. Then there was her fortunetelling session, one which had been a little unprecedented (the Fujibayashi was weak against the demand of the populace...), and that was sure to make her a little late, if not more. At the very least it still seemed like afternoon, even though the onset of autumn came with shorter days and colder air.
She shifted the bag that rested on her shoulder. She had taken this scenic route on a whim, a little partially because a classmate suggested it to her, and a little consultation with her playing cards before she had gone to school this morning had... advised her so. Then again, the cards were open to her interpretation, to her 'maiden's inspiration', so it was very likely that it was just on her whim.
Still, Fujibayashi Ryou wasn't primarily a person guided and toyed by her whims; she had informed her grandmother and her sister that she would be taking a walk... and perhaps, since it was so rare for her to ask for something for herself, they acceded. She promised she would be home in time for dinner. They never make her do dinner anyway, after that time when they almost choked on the soup...
So here she was, a little lost in her thought, thinking about the people that she had been, through her own volition or not, mingling with in the past few days; Okazaki-san, which meant Sunohara-san since they almost always were stuck together, and then Kichiro-san... mostly boys, she thought with a bit of embarassment. Then again, Sunohara was silly... Okazaki-san seemed a little oblivious, so she was probably safe for now, though he seemed to be preoccupied with other things... and Kichiro-san... Kichiro-san liked somebody else... right?
As she went through the happenings of the past week, her journey was lulled into a bit of an involuntary, auto-pilot-ish mode, so that the girl wasn't really very conscious of the people in the surroundings. There weren't very many people; weekdays didn't bring may loiterers in this park, even after office and school hours, it seemed.
So it was with a bit of a shock that Fujibayashi Ryou heard-- she did not clearly comprehend what exactly the voice said, something about a cat... but it was definitely loud and near enough to shake her out of her reverie-- an exasperated utterance. Perhaps to some other person it would not be exactly loud enough, and definitely not perturbing enough, but for Ryou, it came like a bolt from the blue.
Surprised, the high school student promptly tripped. The world tipped over graciously. She was just a feet or so from the painter, packing her belongings...
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Post by jessiebelle on Nov 21, 2010 14:42:22 GMT -6
I've become braveAs the light of day straight into a caveTo show me the way, that I might be savedNow I'm turning the page* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * Ugh. Sora hated when things didn't work out for her. Now she had wasted paper and time. She sighed as she continued to pack her things up. Great, now her inspiration was shot down. Sora guessed she’ll have to come up with another project. It wasn’t that she was going to completely abandon this one… just that she had no inspiration for it. She couldn’t waste her time on this any more. It wasn’t as if she liked the cat to begin with, so no big deal right? She’ll get back to it sooner or later. She always got back to old projects. Leaving things like this undone never went well for her. For now however, there were bigger and better things to get to. She just had to come up with them. Though lately she hadn’t had any ideas, which was sort of the problem. It was why she was working on the cat project. Maybe it was time to start taking pictures of random things again. She wondered if she should just take pictures of whatever was in front of her every couple of minutes. The problem with that would be she would forget about it. Or she’ll be so preoccupied with what she was doing that she wouldn’t pay attention to the things she should. But it was a start, and she knew that. Or she could see if maybe she had any old projects that she hadn’t worked on in a while. Though if she thought about it, she knew that was silly, since she probably didn’t have anything. She was sure that she had finished the things she had worked on in the past. It took her a moment to realize that some had fallen. Or at least that was what it sounded like. She turned quickly dropping her bag where she was. "Oh, are you ok?" she asked wondering if there was anyway to help the other girl. Personally Sora had never really tripped and landed on the floor. Usually she just managed to hope around or something, looking the fool. Luckily for Sora, she was usually well balanced. It hadn't crossed her mind that she might have been the reason the girl had tripped to begin with. "Here, let me help you up," she said giving the girl her hand. Sora guessed it was the least she could do. Looking at the other girl, Sora realized that they must have attended the same school, since she had on the same uniform. Though Sora couldn’t say she recognized the other girl, maybe she was an older student? For an older girl she sure is clumsy, Sora decided. She would never be caught flat on the floor at any rate. Though, of course, Sora would never actually say that out loud. Well, not while there was someone in that position. That would probably be mean. And Sora had no reason to be more to the other girl. It hadn’t been as if she had done anything wrong. Or at least, Sora thought that the other hadn’t done anything wrong. For all Sora knew it was all karma getting back at the other girl. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Nov 29, 2010 3:27:09 GMT -6
"I'm okay..."
She didn't register the other person first, just her voice. Fortunately, all her baggage was bag, which was zippered up, and so there were nothing of those spilling-around disasters. Ryou wouldn't call herself a klutz, and she was painstaking about details, which often made her better in cleaning than her sister... but she was also a little bit easily distracted, and so Fujibayashi Kyou, her sister, was better in cooking. Well, that was how she thought it worked out. It wasn't the first time she'd tripped over nothing, but it wasn't like she tripped over nothing everyday...
"I'm okay." she repeated. "Sorry for the trouble." She got herself up, patting off the dust that had touched her from her less-than-elegant landing. She smiled apologetically; perhaps she had, in her distraction, distracted this somebody else from whatever she was doing... and she seemed like a nice person. Fujibayashi Ryou had almost entirely forgotten just why she had tripped in the first place.
She stood, picking up her bag; this was where she got her first good look at this affable stranger. She was dirty in a colorful way, her hands and shirt had marks of what looked like paint or some coloring material. Was she some sort of artist? The younger Fujibayashi's interest was piqued, but she did not think it was her position to inquire. After all, she was just passing by, and from the looks of things the other girl was about to be off on her way too.
"I'm sorry if I've kept you." she said, bowing a little lower.
OC: Sorry for the shortness.
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Post by jessiebelle on Dec 7, 2010 20:21:51 GMT -6
I've become braveAs the light of day straight into a caveTo show me the way, that I might be savedNow I'm turning the page* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * Sora felt relieved that the other girl was fine. "That's good. It would have been terrible if you had gotten hurt. I'm afraid, I wouldn't have known what to do," which was true for the most part. Sora would have to go and look for someone else to deal with it, if the other girl had been hurt. But all seemed fine, so Sora had to be thankful for that. She guessed that was the problem with being slightly useless. Her brothers often told her she needed to learn how to actually do things other than her art, and blah blah blah blah blah. Ok, she got it... sort of. What good was doing things on her own when she had everyone else do do them for her? Especially her two brothers who were always there for her. Almost always. Her older brother was a different story, one she'd rather not think about. When she was away from home, she liked to think he was there. The idiot he was... couldn't even finish high school... she didn't care if he had gotten a job or anything. He shouldn't have left to begin with. She shook her head and gave the other girl a smile. "It's really no problem don't worry about it. I was just picking up," she said waving in the direction she had been sitting. "I was painting, but then I messed up, so now my muse is dead..." she explained, feeling slightly sorry for herself that her muse was dead. But thinking about her muse was so much more relaxing than thinking about home. Also, she had a lot to think about with her muse acting up. As much as she hated giving up on a project, she hated loosing her muse more. It meant that she would have to find it somehow. She knew she had a stack of random travel guides and different magazines to give her inspiration. She just needed to find it all, it was probably all hidden in her closet or something. "You're not keeping me at all," she told the other girl. "A distraction is a good thing once in a while." Actually a distraction was a good idea. The more she worried about her muse, the worse it was going to get. So maybe talking to this girl wouldn't be a problem. "I'm Akimoto Sora," she said, not only to be polite, but because she knew that things could probably get a little awkward. And it would be a lie to say that Sora wasn't a tad bit friendly. She would probably talk to anyone if they talked back to her. She knew how to get the hint of going away when she wasn't wanted, though of course that wouldn't always stop her from purposely being annoying. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Dec 10, 2010 6:46:47 GMT -6
She had lost her train of thought, with that abrupt jolt. Still, it wasn't exactly the same sort of losing, the losing of a muse. Fujibayashi Ryou wasn't really the artistic type of person, even if she liked to think she had a bit of the romantic with her fortunetelling.
She wasn't the sort to create and fashion things, which perhaps might just be the reason why she can't cook; the wrong proportions, the wrong seasoning... that sort of instinctive flair... she wondered how it must feel, having, and losing, a muse. She rubbed her hands together.
The girl said she had not been disturbing her, and she sincerely hoped she was telling the truth; she really wasn't familiar if you can disturb inspirations away with randomly tripping. She felt a little embarrassed in front of this person, who seemed all here, who was definitely not spacing out. Ryou wondered if she would really not now what to do if Ryou had been injured... then again, most people don't get injured from tripping.
"A distraction..." she murmured. She wondered if she was something like that... even the good sort. Still, she had gone out here for something like that... a little change of pace. Maybe that's enough of a synonym for a distraction. Akimoto-san seemed more like that; she didn't call much attention to herself, or at least she thought so.
She listened slowly, patiently; it was the sort of thing she was good at. This person was friendly, and that was saying a lot, since Ryou usually got flustered by strangers. Then again, maybe it was the nature of their meeting...
"I'm Fujibayashi Ryou." She looked about her age; well, at least, a teenager... she wondered if they went to the same school... she wondered what would happen next. She had... inadvertently... made an acquaintance; she wasn't sure if she should keep talking. Maybe Akimoto-san would do so. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Akimoto-san." she said, bowing.
She could ask her how she painted, but that might seem a little hasty for somebody she just met a while ago...
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Dec 10, 2010 19:07:38 GMT -6
OC: Hope you don't mind if Koji cuts into the relative tranquility.
"Kuri! Kuri get back here! Damn it..."
Panting harder than he would have liked, Otomo Kojiro's heart was close to beating it's way out of his chest, and given his fear of heart problems, he had no intention of sprinting much more to catch his runaway Shikoku, Kuri. The pup had wriggled it's way out of it's leash as Koji took it for a walk. Kuri was not his pet, rather his grandmother's who was finding less and less time these days to walk it, rather keeping it's mother, Mori by her side, an elderly being herself. Koji suspected his grandmother may be stricken with some illness, with her long life of smoking certainly doing her no favors either. Koji, exhausted from chasing it into the park, could only watch, and suck in huge gulps of air as the hound bounded across the park.
How did obaa-san do it? She's nearly eighty years old for goodness sake. And Mori... God bless you. I can't imagine having to deal with a child like this. You are a credit to all canines out there.
Gathering himself, and his breath, Koji, clutching the leather leash that Kuri had fought so hard to free himself from, jogged in the direction the mutt had run off in, hoping, and praying silently that it hadn't started leaping up on someone, or done it's business in a highly inappropriate place. At the very least if it did, he prayed ever harder it would be somewhere no-one would tread. Approaching an area of the park with a decent open space and benches, he spotted the dog, and his heart skipped a beat.
The dog was running toward his class representative.
No, no, no, no, no... Please Kuri, please I'll give you a whole box of treats if you go the other way!
Koji, struck with fear charged a full pace towards Kuri, who was gaining ground, and defiantly making his own charge towards the last person Koji wanted the dog to wander up to. Fujibayashi Ryou. Class Representative of 3-D. Sister of the feared Fujibayashi Kyou, the girl whom Koji harbored feelings for. What started out as a pleasant afternoon walk with a family pet, quickly decayed into quite possibly one of the worst things Koji could fathom. The gears in his head turned. An event such as this was the ever-present crucible for a well-placed dictionary toss, courtesy of Kyou herself. This rebellious dog, to Koji, bothering Ryou was as bad as bothering Kyou. Any observer could tell that the fear given off by Otomo would make any kind of technological measurement device, wail at high pitch.
It was too late. Kuri had already found his way to both Ryou, and the girl, with whom Koji was unfamiliar with. Excitedly the little hound leap up and down energetically, yapping and panting with it's face seeking a friend to entertain him. Koji was hot on his trail.
"No Kuri! Down. You shouldn't jump up on people like that!" Koji scolded, pointing at the ground at his feet scowling. Whining sadly like a child, the pup slunk back to Koji, who affixed the lead to his collar, before tossing half his body downwards into a bow.
"Fujibayashi-san... Please forgive me! Kuri isn't fully house-trained yet, and he likes to jump up on people..." He announced, eyes clenched shut, facing the hard ground, bent over in his apologetic bow.
"I-I should've kept a better eye on him. I'm sorry he jumped up on you. I accept full responsibility. Please, do not tell your sister I bothered you..." He added, his eyes flying open.
Oh no.
"Not that I have anything against your sister. I think she is a charming individual... Uh, that is to say... I uh... Now I'm babbling... Please forget I said anything, and please accept my apology Fujibayashi-san." Koji finished, throwing himself into another bow, making a desperate bid to correct his mistakes. The last thing he wanted was for Kyou to suspect he was frightened of her. He had great respect for the elder Fujibayashi, and the way she came to her sister's aid in times of need. Over time the respect grew into a liking, that sat in his mind like an apple, fermenting into the cider that was romantic feelings.
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Dec 21, 2010 3:59:55 GMT -6
OC: @akimoto-san: I'll go ahead.A dog.
Fujibayashi Ryou's experiences with animals were limited to field trips to zoos, and her sister's pet, Botan. The former was not exactly something that endeared them to her, and the latter was the source of much frustration. Still, Botan was a... pig, and this was a dog. Dogs were usually friendly, anyway...
"Ah." she breathed out, as the canine jumped up and down in a manner that could be classified as too friendly. She backed off a bit as the dog seemed to inch closer, a little too close for comfort. She also wasn't really an object of attraction; Botan usually scurried off rather than to her, and so she met the dog's advances with a bit of mixed feeling.
Even as she stood there, perplexed, another visitor popped out, a boy. He was... she knew she knew this person... Otomo-san? "Um, it's okay, sort of... she said; she wasn't exactly being terrified by the pet, though... she wasn't entirely sure what the tongue-lolling, frantically leaping creature made her feel. She also wasn't really that used to being apologized to... she was usually the apologetic one, and those who apologized back usually were simply polite... and so, she felt a little more perplexed.
"Oneechan?" Was this boy afraid of her sister? He seemed to be running his mouth off. In a way, she sympathized with this, her classmate, since she had awkward moments like this too... almost every time she happened to open her mouth. "Um, it's really okay... you don't have to worry that much about it..." she said, hoping she was being reassuring, even with the tiniest bit.
She couldn't promise she'd forget everything he said... but it was not like there was anything incriminating in what he was saying... was there?
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Dec 21, 2010 17:43:50 GMT -6
A mental sigh of relief. Koji had managed to retrieve the mischievous mutt before any harm was done. The overly-friendly pup yipped from behind Koji, struggling against the leash again, trying, once more to try and free itself.
"That's a weight off my shoulders Fujibayashi-san. I would rather not do anything to make your sister unhappy." Koji explained with a smile. Knotting the dog's leash over, ensuring it wouldn't escape again.
"I'll have him house trained soon, and something like this'll never happen again." He added, glancing back at the pooch who gave him a sad look. It dawned upon Koji that he could perhaps pose a question to the younger Fujibayashi twin. It was a slight embarassment to ask such a question, but there was no other who knew Kyou better than her own twin sister.
"Say... Fujibayashi-san... I was wondering something. Is your sister... Seeing anyone? I... Uh... I though that she was with Okazaki Tomoya in our class. You know Okazaki-san, right? He hangs about with that Sunohara Youhei."
Koji was babbling again. Too many long pauses between sentences. He squeezed his fists up and plucked up some courage before he reworded his query. This was one of the few oppertunities outside school where he could ask such a question. High school, would also not last forever.
"What I meant to say was, I was wondering if your sister is dating anyone. I thought that perhaps she was Okazaki-san's girlfriend. I know it is a bit of a private question, but I must know... You don't have to answer that if it's too private a matter."
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