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May 9, 2011 10:34:43 GMT -6
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on May 9, 2011 10:34:43 GMT -6
Watching the Ripples dance on the Water...
Mizukami Ayumu sat on a bench. In front of him was the park's lake, stretching on and on... here, on this spot, one could appreciate just how large the park was, and even though there were definitely larger places than it was, it was... such a close destination to him, and yet it was... so encompassing.
There were only a few people in the area, and they were far from the white-haired observer, appearing only as figures in the distance. The trees rustled with the windy weather, the leaves fluttering upon an idle breeze; the rain had stopped a few hours ago, though the coolness of the air still left a bit of moisture in the lad's coat and umbrella. He liked to sit here, sometimes for hours, and he had the leisure to do so, today, a Saturday. The atmosphere, the scenario, it was most soothing, and it was the perfect place to think and to come up with new things.
Besides the rain gear, Ayumu was carrying a small black bag, a gift from a friend last Christmas. Satisfied that his surroundings weren’t as wet as they were before, Ayumu extracted a notepad and a pencil from within his satchel. He was musing about a possible poem about the rain... to tell the truth, even though he liked rainy days so much, he had difficulty expressing just how much he liked them. Sometimes he wondered if his fondness for rain was shallow, compared to other topics he’d made poems of. Or perhaps he was simply a little out of muse for this sort of thing.
Still, he was going to try. His mobile phone was in the bag too, just in case his family needed him, but it being the weekend, he was hoping his responsibilities as an older brother would just be a little bit lessened. He took a large gulp of the delectable air; it was always so fragrant and fresh after a drizzle, even if this place was already subject to the bad effects of urban development. He gazed upon the water’s surface, watching the drops from the leaves of the neighboring trees drip unto it, making sleepily expanding circles. They grew larger and larger, and yet fainter and fainter as they did so, until they disappeared.
On impulse, the youth put down his things upon his side, stood up, and picked a handy pebble that had been idling at his feet. With a vigorous swing he threw the small stone, and it did what he wanted it to do; it hopped, like a rabbit, across the lake’s face, making circles like the drops before, only more energetic... perhaps it would have been better if he had seen the lake’s muddled expressions while it rained. He should have been here sooner...
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May 17, 2011 15:13:05 GMT -6
Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on May 17, 2011 15:13:05 GMT -6
Sakagami Tomoyo______________________________________________________ What makes the air smell so nice after it rains?
Tomoyo pondered over the question as her legs carried her easily over the concrete path which encircled the park, dark and slightly damp thanks to the earlier rain shower. It was always relaxing to jog, to escape from life’s business for a short while. For Tomoyo, that business consisted of finishing some campaign posters. And homework, of course, but that was normal stuff. In all honestly, she was hardly busy. At least, not compared to how busy she figured she would be once and if she were to win the Student Council President election. Regardless, she didn’t want to think about the elections at the moment. She merely wanted to enjoy herself for now. There would be plenty of time to think about elections later.
It was a nice time to be outside. Tomoyo jogged along at a leisurely pace, soaking in the surrounding scenery. She was dressed in light exercise pants and a light blue t-shirt with a distinctly feminine flower design on it. It was a rather grey day, but the leftover water droplets hanging from the trees’ leaves was a serene and dreamy sight to behold. The park was popular place for landscape artists, both professionals and amateurs alike.
Even now, there was a young man peacefully at work. As Tomoyo came nearer however, she realized he wasn’t sketching, but instead, writing. Although she was still rather far from him, it was obvious enough that whatever he was putting his writing utensil to wasn’t any art paper, but a notepad. The man stopped writing. Had he gotten bored? Now, he flung a pebble across the lake’s surface.
It wasn’t that Tomoyo was staring at him. He just happened to be in her line of sight, but now that she was focused on his figure, he seemed familiar somehow. Where had she seen that silvery hair before? Wasn’t this guy from her school...?
Ah, right. As the distance separating the two of them continued to gradually close, she could see his face more clearly. Now she remembered his name. “Mizukami-san. How are you?” Tomoyo greeted him jovially with a wave of the hand and slowed to a walking pace, and eventually to a stop. That had met a few times before, but they rarely exchanged more than a few words in the junior-year hallway. “Sorry, but do you like writing or something? I just saw you writing something, and I couldn’t help but get curious.”
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May 17, 2011 23:27:38 GMT -6
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on May 17, 2011 23:27:38 GMT -6
He turned around to see his unexpected guest; the look on his face might have suggested that the surprise of this person's arrival was dull; it might not have been as readily apparent as his subtle, flickering amusement, hiding in between his lips.
Sakagami-san was an acquaintance; a striking one, in fact. She was a striking person by nature, unlike him, who seemed exactly the opposite. She had a confidence that was rather unaware of itself; a straightforward demeanor; and all these she seemed to be carrying, even today, on a weekend, on this chance encounter. Perhaps he could write something about her, given a little more observation, though the Mizukami had been told that there were aspects of what he called 'observation' that could be deemed 'creepy' or uncomfortable towards the observed. Or maybe not; he usually could only write about things he felt about strongly...
"Curious?" he breathed in reply, a thought that slipped from the mind out of the mouth. That was something he could empathize with; that simple desire to know something. Sakagami-san wasn't exactly known for that, but the Mizukami guessed that he had no monopoly over inquisitiveness; he had seen and known people who had wanted to know certain things, in varying manners and intensities and frequencies.
"Oh. Good day, Sakagami-san." pronounced Ayumu, remembering the niceties he were supposed to be delivering, in this kind of situation. He had been a little deep in thought, and had just resurfaced onto the real world; the problem with such depths was one did not really need to resurface that much... one can take quite long underneath. "I guess I am all right." he surmised, checking himself.
Oh, and the question, too. What she had been specifically curious about. Yes. "I do... at least I think so. " he started. "Writing, that is. Liking it." he continued. "Most of the time." he concluded, looking a bit uncertain, but at the very least he tried looking as happy as he really was that there was somebody he knew who had been passing by. Meeting somebody you knew was always a pleasure.
Now, what could he probably ask her about? Maybe he could ask what she was doing here? Maybe she could help him or something? Hmm... He looked thoughtful this time. "I guess I'll ask 'how are you' too. How are you, Sakagami-san?"
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May 30, 2011 10:23:24 GMT -6
Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on May 30, 2011 10:23:24 GMT -6
Sakagami Tomoyo______________________________________________________ There was something slow about Mizukami, or perhaps it was more of a... calm thoughtfulness that emanated from him. People like Mizukami Ayumu were rather rare in the world. Most people, notably men, put up an outgoing and alert front in public situations. Mizukami was a little different. If Tomoyo had to stereotype him, he’d be the quiet, nice kind of guy. He seemed to be a little spacey. Whether he was always like this or not, Tomoyo didn’t know. They were only acquaintances.
He said he liked writing most of the time... or at least he thought he did. Was he experiencing writer’s block or something of the like? Maybe he had hit a roadblock. Mizukami sounded a little conflicted and unsure of his hobby, if one could call it that. Despite his uncertain words, he was smiling pleasantly.
“I see...” Tomoyo said before answering the boy’s partially ritualistic question with an equally ritualistic answer. “And I’m well, thanks. It feels great to be outside here, doesn’t it?” It would be nicer if it was a little dryer and not so damp, but the slight wetness had its charm. Plus, it was just nice going outside for a bit. It was peaceful and calming, and sometimes it was just fun to observe other people and families in the park. People watching. There were all kinds of families, and each of them was different and unique. She didn’t expect Mizukami to be people watching, and Tomoyo hadn’t exactly been strictly people watching, either. She’d just pass by them on her jog and overhear them and see them having fun.
She then directed her eyes at Ayumu’s writing things that were left on the bench, and once again, she felt compelled to ask about it. “What inspires you to write, Mizukami-san?” People always did things for some purpose or another, and it was always interesting to know their reasons. Tomoyo eyed the notepad, suppressing her desire to want to read its contents.
I hope Mizukami-san doesn’t think of me as being too nosy... Tomoyo thought worriedly as her lips formed a straight line. If that’s how he thought of her, it wouldn’t have been the first time it happened to Tomoyo. She’d been accused of being a busybody a few times before... but that was mostly because she’d try to encourage other people to improve their behavior, much to their vexation. This was different though, so it was alright, right?
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Jun 5, 2011 3:40:48 GMT -6
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jun 5, 2011 3:40:48 GMT -6
Outside... "...yes, I do think so." he enunciated, finishing his thought with words from his mouth. He remembered something about a person in a book he read about, saying, 'It is good to be here'. He wasn't sure if the context of the situation in that story and his story were exactly the same, or even remotely similar, but it seemed to summarize what he thought of his situation right now.
The air was pleasant, unlike how sometimes rain left the heat around, and it danced a little pirouette around his hair, almost as if it were nipping for his ears. The trees were silent sentries, as if watching him, even as he watched them. For a moment his focus were his surroundings, rather than the newly arrived Sakagami. It was very much good to be here.
Perhaps he could write about that.
He'd been, mostly, a reader; that, he was ready to declare as his hobby, though of course, he didn't as so much like to read everything. But once he'd find an interesting readable, whether it be a story, a poem, short or long, romance or adventure, with pictures or without... he would devour it, mercilessly, though over the ages he had leaned to be more careful about flipping the pages. He usually borrowed more than he bought, and so he had to. Be careful, that is.
"...many things. Different things." he spoke, in the typical delayed fashion of Mizukami Ayumu. The boy did not feel that Sakagami-san was poking around at all; in fact, he was rather happy somebody was interested in the stuff he was doing, though he somewhat felt he wasn't really ready yet to show the stuff he wrote to others. They still felt a little cliche sometimes, and he only made good stuff once in a while, when he was in a certain mood. Besides, right now his paper was mostly bereft of ink, except of the two lines he had scribbled, as a possible starter to something... else.
"I guess... it's mostly about things that I like." he gathered, seeing as in a quick hindsight, his answer might not have been adequate, might have been too broad. Things that I like, that flit ever so often in my mind... rain, fight scenes like those from movies, confessions, writing itself, Furukawa-senpai... "Love."
A pause.
"But right now I guess I can't think of what I should write, even if I have a topic in mind." he admitted sheepishly. It was a dilemma, though just a minor one. "Well, how to word it, that is."
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Jun 5, 2011 21:43:06 GMT -6
Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Jun 5, 2011 21:43:06 GMT -6
Sakagami Tomoyo______________________________________________________ She was glad that he seemed unbothered by her questions, but at the same time, Tomoyo got the impression that Mizukami Ayumu was a man of a few words. He had a somewhat... vague manner of speaking. Perhaps it was because the two of them were all in all quite unfamiliar with each other. They were only acquaintances, so behavior like this was to be expected. Maybe his answer was sufficient after all. Writing about things he likes. Perhaps that was a good enough answer. It certainly encompassed a whole range of things, and if Mizukami wrote a lot, which Tomoyo assumed he did, then that answer was satisfying. It wouldn’t make much sense to write about things one didn’t like... unless that is, the point of writing was to frustrate oneself.
... Which it wasn’t. Unless they were talking about school, then perhaps the whole purpose of writing was to become frustrated enough to want to bash one’s head against a wall. It wasn’t like Tomoyo was a bad student. In fact, she took pride in her stellar grades and strong study habits. Teachers just needed to understand that sometimes, it’s not all that fun to dissect every little thing learned and then write a report about it.
Thinking of this, Tomoyo nodded her head in resolute agreement. “I kind of know how you feel, Mizukami-san. I’ll spend an hour slaving over one sentence of an essay just because it doesn’t sound right, even if I know what it is I’m trying to say.” Why was it so hard to arrange words to make something sound perfect? That was one question that frequently eluded the young woman. Maybe it was because there’s so many possible ways to say something. There are many correct ways to say something too, but only one way to sound perfect.
Now that I think about it... life’s a lot like that, too.
She then smiled to herself and shook her head. “Actually, it’s probably a lot different, isn’t it? Between essay writing and what you do. Since what you’re working on is for fun and all. But you shouldn’t give up and take a break.” Tomoyo was a firm believer in the idea that determination is the driving force of the world. Sure, maybe writing something seemed small in comparison to the world, but...
It was pretty much the same idea, wasn’t it?
“I think something will come to you eventually if you keep thinking about it...” She stood there looking thoughtful for a moment, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other at her hip. Then her sapphire eyes brightened as she thought of an idea. “Maybe I can help you think of what to write! If you’d like it, that is.”
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Jun 25, 2011 8:43:27 GMT -6
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jun 25, 2011 8:43:27 GMT -6
Ayumu, though it was not immediately obvious, was happy with Sakagami-san's approach. She was... not exactly somebody he knew for a long time, nor was she somebody that he suddenly, or deeply, felt a connection to, but... she was not only one of those he dubbed 'interesting', it seemed she found him, even just a little bit, 'interesting' as well.
Not many people... perhaps not even Furukawa-senpai, were this inclined to talk about who he was... well, more exactly, what he was doing. Then again, perhaps it was simply Sakagami-san's character, he had that inkling... what was it called? A 'people person' or something?
He had shared his travels and travails along his voluntary journey into composition with one or two of his friends, though they have never really seemed all too curious about it. He hated telling people about things they didn't seem to particularly want to know; he'd frustrated a few people before by telling them some movies' conclusions.
Sakagami-san was probably the first to engage him in a conversation regarding his writing, even if it might just be small talk in the end. After all, he had his writing tools around, and there was not much to talk about between them. Still, he was most thankful.
He nodded at the girl's pronouncement. "Sometimes even the most perfectly arranged words still don't sound right." he commented, a little mysteriously, though he seemed mostly in a good mood. Sakagami's words were drawing his own words from him.
Communication had always been inherently flawed; certain things remain subjective. It is very hard to tell somebody how you see something, how you feel something... actions and language, gestures and gifts, they all have a level of ambiguity. One thing might mean something else to another. After all, words were just characters in ink, ordered sounds, names for ideas that people might think of differently. One man's boon... another's bane...
"There's always something similar." he interjected, as his schoolmate mused on how her comparison might have been wrong. It was the same action, even if the motivation was different. Sure, they might not enjoy it that much, but it wasn't as if he completely enjoyed it, either.
It might sound strange, but sometimes, he simply felt complelled, urged, to write. Sometimes that very same urge wouldn't come, and then he would look for it... no, it wasn't merely something as 'enjoyment'. Now, how could he put that into speech adequately? "Some things are fun because they need to be done." he uttered. "Or vice versa. Something like that." he continued, looking a little bashful at having said one too many cryptic phrases.
His delight was less subtle when Sakagami offered to help him. This proposition was even more unexpected, far more than Sakagami-san's appearance; in fact, that could be considered so little compared to this gesture.
For a moment he thought of what to say, as was his habit, scrambling for words... it was all so much easier when it was on paper... "Uh... thanks..." he mumbled. No, she might think I'm refusing with that sort of answer... "Though I'm not sure how you could help..."
His sentences were a little doubtladen, but his smile was very positive. "I'm trying to write about rain." he confessed.
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Jun 25, 2011 18:48:39 GMT -6
Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Jun 25, 2011 18:48:39 GMT -6
Sakagami Tomoyo ______________________________________________________
She noticed Mizukami seemed uncertain about her offer to help him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her help, but like he said, it was that there was probably no way for Tomoyo to be able to help him write. Inspiration had to come from within that person. Still, she hoped she would be able to inspire him just enough to be of assistance.
Being able to inspire people brought about an immensely enjoyable and light feeling. As overly noble as it seemed, Tomoyo didn’t like to think of it in a selfish way like that. She sincerely wanted to help people. That was one of the reasons she wanted to become Student Council President. She would be able to guide others in the school. At first, she only considered the position to be a tool that would be a stepping stone in preserving the cherry trees, but it was much more than that.
Mizukami’s smile was reassuring. As cryptically as he spoke, his facial expression showed he had accepted Tomoyo’s offer to help him. He said he was writing about the rain. Tomoyo figured that his interest in the topic had been sparked by the light rains shower they had a few hours ago.
“Can I see what you’ve written so far?” she asked Mizukami permission to read his work. Tomoyo took a seat on the park bench and looked up at him, her eyes serving as a message for him to take a seat next to all of his writing equipment. Honestly, Mizukami’s concerns were well-founded. She really didn’t know how she would help him, either.
Would it be fine if she just suggested some things for him to add? Or should she take the opposite approach and ask him questions about how he felt about the rain? The latter method always seemed to work well, and whatever Mizukami might materialize on the paper as a result would be his own creation. It was hard to convince someone to put an idea down if that writer couldn’t think of the idea by himself.
"Also, I was thinking," Tomoyo said, "You should try entering your work into the school's literary magazine. It'd be neat if your work was featured in it, don't you think?" Tomoyo had a wide range of knowledge about the school's various clubs. The literary club hosted the literary magazine (obviously), but they always accepted and encouraged contributions from other students not involved in the club. Although she wasn't a writer or artist herself, she felt that being featured in the magazine would invoke a certain sense of pride and satisfaction for someone who was into that kind of thing.
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Jul 3, 2011 21:51:44 GMT -6
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jul 3, 2011 21:51:44 GMT -6
He descended back into his seat, his things serving as a sort of buffer between him and the similarly silver-haired girl. It hadn't occurred to him that she'd... approach this closely.
He caught a whiff of a fragrance he couldn't name, though it seemed to be very feminine, and it most likely came from his intriguing companion. Ayumu was sensitive to scents, and he almost felt guilty of inadvertently smelling Sakagami-san, but he kept his embarrassment to himself. Women, he had learned from experience, smelled nice; despite his expertise with words he really couldn't describe it any further. It seemed Sakagami-san was no exception... he wondered if he was being unfaithful to Furukawa-senpai with this. He was still rather awkward with girls, even if it was mostly on the inside.
Besides, he was a little embarrassed about what he was going to do, show his poorly crafted work at its nascent stage. The fact that the shy look on his face was due to two reasons, he hoped, was not immediately apparent. His eyes darted to his draft, which was, well, rather messy... the teenage Mizukami pondered on how people realize their writing was sloppy just before they show it to people. He usually didn't care about his writing: his penmanship, his erasures, his invisible and often too disregarded margins, just with his 'writing'; the words he used, the way it sounded.
After a moment he gave it to Sakagami-san, but not without a bit of heart-pounding and back-and-forth-doubting. It was poor in appearance, and inwardly he steeled himself for a little criticism. After all, when he wrote, and when he changed his mind, he would scratch out the lines, or he would write the same stanza again on another part of the paper... and where, that could be rather random. At least, the paper that he gave to his batchmate was one of his cleaner ones, probably because he had yet to think of what to write.
On its upper left corner were the words:
Watching the Ripples dance on the Water...
and somewhere along, or perhaps a little past, the right margin, was written, again:
watching the Ripples dance on the water...
The rest of it was blank, except for a few abstract doodles.
He thought of something about his current lack of productivity regarding his not-yet-poem; he needed an idea, a concept. What was it that he wanted to capture about rain? He watched Sakagami carefully as she looked at what he had done... or lack thereof. It was good that he was constantly thinking; that way he wouldn't have to think that he was in the proximity of a girl who happened to be attractive... well, until his mind drifted into that idea, and then he just might be stuck.
"I don't think I'm confident enough to submit." he admitted. Well, but getting my work featured would be... 'neat', indeed. "Besides, I have to work on my stuff being not so vague." he replied. He supposed it was strange... a writer not making public his writings, when they weren't necessarily needed to be private... though he did feel his poems to be rather personal at times... writing was for communication, right? Sakagami-san had not merely startled him, she had given him something to think about. Maybe she could help, after all.
"Sakagami-san, what do you think about rain?" he asked, a little... excited, though he still felt a little constricted by her suddenly-near presence. Maybe he could get a brainstorm out of this... if he concentrated.
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Jul 10, 2011 15:21:53 GMT -6
Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Jul 10, 2011 15:21:53 GMT -6
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Tomoyo watched Mizukami reach for the notepad. The expression on the boy’s face was that of a hesitant, shy, lamb-like look. It didn’t surprise Tomoyo, for she had already realized Mizukami was a reserved person. She only hoped he didn’t feel too uncomfortable showing his work to her. How much significance did a writer find in his own work? Did a writer’s work reflect his innermost thoughts and secrets, or did a writer write for other people? Whatever it was, certainly every writer treasured his own work, and so she took Mizukami’s notepad from him with utmost care.
On the open page read:
watching the Ripples dance on the water...
The poem was obviously inspired by the previous little rain shower they had just witnessed. It didn’t seem to be fully about the rain however, but the temporary marks it left on the lake which lay peacefully in the center of the park.
The same thing was written in the upper left corner, but it was scratched out. Tomoyo didn’t see an obvious difference between the two. Besides the writing, there were some squiggly doodles on the page. He was writing a poem, but it honestly didn’t look like much at the moment. Mizukami had only written two lines. How long was he intending for this poem to be? The junior girl was tempted to flip through the rest of Mizukami’s notebook, but she restrained herself. It wouldn’t be polite to do that without asking.
“I don’t think I’m confident enough to submit,” Mizukami replied. Tomoyo had suggested that he submit his work to the school’s literary magazine, but the boy felt he wasn’t ready to do that. He spoke about needing to write more clearly and not as vaguely. Tomoyo merely shrugged in response.
“Is writing vaguely such a bad thing, though? That would leave your writing open to more interpretation,” she commented. The meaning and inspiration people derive from literature often varies because the writing is somewhat vague. Wasn’t that one of the beautiful things about reading and writing?
Tomoyo considered Mizukami’s question next. What did she think about rain? Tomoyo’s first inward response was, “It’s pretty and refreshing,” but that was a rather shallow thought. Figuring the boy probably would like an answer with more substance, she paused to think more deeply.
Rain... it brought life to everything, didn’t it? She pictured it in her mind. Rain might trickle daintily down the leaves of trees. People would walk along the streets with their umbrellas, still going about with their lives. However, if that light rain shower were to turn violent and heavy, it could be destructive, too.
... That didn’t sound like it would fit in his poem at all. Tomoyo sighed through her teeth. “I don't think this will help, but what I’m thinking about is... Rain can be gentle and harmless, but if there’s a great amount of it, rain can have the strength to wash cars away.” The silver-haired girl placed the notepad in her lap and crossed her arms over her chest. This wasn’t going to work.
“Let me ask you a question. What direction do you want to take this poem in? What point do you want to get across?” She seriously doubted her own input would be of use, but if she were to ask him questions, then maybe Mizukami would find what exactly it is he wanted to get down on paper.
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Jul 27, 2011 0:26:16 GMT -6
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jul 27, 2011 0:26:16 GMT -6
Ayumu had been digesting the girl's words, when sort-of-suddenly (as suddenly as the languid pseudo-author could manage), he snatched the pad from Sakagami-san's hands, uncapping his pen in a surprisingly fluid motion.
He added, under the not-scratched-out lines:
i say farewell to white thinning Rain;
He looked pensive as he read what he had written, and then realized what he had done. Uh... I'm sorry, I just thought of something. he said to his fellow white-haired critic, apologetic.
"Umm... and about what you said..." he continued, his eyes preferring to dally around the four meager verses he had made, rather than the lass's startling blue eyes, her thoughtful expression... okay, he did notice those too. He had taken in more than her words, even as she gave her opinions; it sort of felt that she was having a hard time come up with something, what with the material he had provided her.
He wondered if he was committing something grave with his observations. He wondered if he could consider her his editor. She didn't notice the capitalization change, though... he thought, but he didn't mention it. Most people don't... and Sakagami-san had already noticed so many other things. Not many people try as hard. Perhaps I should try hard too. he thought, amongst other things. He hadn't... reacted yet to what she had said, even if some seemed simple. Simple things can be surprisingly lucid. He felt a little more heartened.
Let's at least try.
He started.
"There's... a point when what you write doesn't make sense, no matter how you look at it." he commented, on Sakagami-san's reply about his vagueness. "There's... a good vague and a bad vague." he muttered. He hoped he made sense. Maybe he was being vague right now.
Poetry, prose, chatting... they were all forms of communication, and he believed that something should be conveyed to the reader... it would be lucky if what he originally conceived was what reaches he who reads, but it would be fun for them to generate their own conclusions... possibly even the opposite of what he wanted to say.
You are helping already a great deal. Already helping? "Rain... sometimes it gets depicted as depressing... " he began, again, trailing off as he was prone to. "It can be a disaster... but I... like it." he finished. "I hope I'm not rambling..." he said, mostly to himself. He had spoken quite a lot... more than he was used to, in one sitting, with a friend... that hadn't been a friend for a long time.
And then Sakagami-san hit the bulls-eye. Of course. What was it that I want to say? That was... is... the important thing. His poems about rain usually get sidetracked with other concerns... the rain becoming merely a metaphor, or a persona... not essentially the main character, the topic, the center of what is being talked about. He glanced yet again at what he had been writing; was he in danger of doing just that?
He usually did his writing by ear... if that made sense. "About what I want to say..." he stated, "I really am not so sure."
He grinned sheepishly. It seemed his sheepish grin would be called upon more times during this encounter...
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Aug 5, 2011 7:46:15 GMT -6
Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Aug 5, 2011 7:46:15 GMT -6
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Seemingly out of nowhere, Ayumu snatched his writing pad right out of Tomoyo’s hands. It was a rude gesture, and Tomoyo responded to it with a harsh look, which quickly shifted into puzzlement when she realized it was because Ayumu had stumbled upon a spur of inspiration rather than anything else. Still... couldn’t he have asked to have it back? She dismissed the incident, though. For Mizukami, maybe such inspiration had to work its way to the paper immediately. It was only after Ayumu had finished writing (which didn’t take very long, so Tomoyo assumed he had only written a little) that he recognized his poor manners, for which he apologized. Tomoyo had already sorted out the situation herself and went on to express the fact that it wasn’t a big deal to her. It was fine, she told him. She understood.
Mizukami went on to talk about a good bad and a bad vague (which Tomoyo didn’t quite understand, as the point he was trying to make seemed quite vague in itself), along with his own feelings about the rain. This sort of talk didn’t seem to be resulting in any more writing bursts. Tomoyo didn’t know whether she should be happy with the little bit of writing Mizukami had gotten down, or regret the lack of significant progress.
Finally, the answer Tomoyo wanted to hear. What point was Mizukami trying to make about the rain? And the answer was...
“I really am not so sure.”
He was writing without an aim? Without a goal? Without a finish line in sight? Tomoyo didn’t know what to make of the situation anymore. She let her head drop as she exhaled a sigh, but quickly regained her composure for Mizukami’s sake.
“Well... this is leisure writing, so I think it’s alright..”
[/color] It sounded a little like she was trying to convince herself rather than Ayumu. Realizing how she sounded, she went on to speak with more conviction and with a more assured face. “Yeah, it’s definitely fine. Sorry, Mizukami,[/color]” she said, concerned that she’d hurt his feelings, “Your answer just caught me off guard....”She stood up from the bench and turned back around to face Ayumu. “I don’t think you need to have a point you want to make about the rain, but it’d probably help if you did,”[/color] Tomoyo said. If he had an idea of where he wanted this piece to end up, he’d be able to work on reaching that point. “And I should actually get going now... but, I’ll see you in school sometime, and maybe you can tell me about your writing then.”[/color] She gave him a simple, friendly smile before she turned to leave. “Good luck on your writing, Mizukami. And I hope you’ll consider putting your work into the literary magazine, even if you aren’t confident about it right now. I think people would enjoy reading what you write.”[/color] The truth was, she really didn’t need to go anywhere, but she felt Mizukami would be better off if he had time to himself to work on his writing. He just needed to think about it a little more. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, sitting here talking about writing was getting a bit dry... and they weren’t making great progress in the first place. Staying longer would be fruitless. [/blockquote][/size]
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Muse
Aug 30, 2011 7:31:22 GMT -6
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Aug 30, 2011 7:31:22 GMT -6
Sakagami-san seemed to have a lot to say to him; his reply to her latest question seemed to have rattled her. He felt a little guilty, though he did wonder what it was that ticked her off. "No, it's okay." he said. Clueless, he merely continued listening, nodding when he thought it was appropriate to do so. He wondered how he could figure out just what about his answer had, as she said, 'caught her off guard'.
A point, huh... perhaps that was it? He usually took most things in stride, letting them play out; even his father had criticized him for lacking a sense of urgency, and then his acquaintances called him slow. After all, as he had read somewhere, 'if you don't know where you're going, any road would take you there', or something like that. Perhaps that disturbed Sakagami-san; he didn't know much about her, but the way she carried herself gave off the feel that she was a responsible person. Perhaps my meandering... even with my writing... can be seen as irresponsible?
He opened his bag, intent on putting the things he had been using in it. Perhaps he'd take a walk around the park to see how it looked like in different places. Sakagami-san said she was about to go off, and that sort of made him... sad. He had wanted to talk more, perhaps, to discuss what Sakagami-san thought of his subject, rain. Yet again, he knew that there wasn't much more to be said.
"Thank you for..." he struggled for words to use. While it had been just a short encounter... his last encounter with Sakagami-san had been short, too... he sincerely felt grateful for her kindness, even if she had been taken aback by their perceived differences. He finally settled with "Thank you for helping me." He looked a bit pensive. "I guess you're right; I should at least know where I want to go."
"I'm... sorry if my approach to things bothered you." he finally said, after a longer pause than the ones he used to punctuate his sentences. He hoped he didn't bother too much the people who seemed to genuinely care for him. Perhaps he was a tad too careless... his dreams may be simple, but if he didn't view them through a sharper lens, a clearer vision, he might pass them by without even noticing. Still, he didn't feel that compelled to pursue them with full volition. After all, the path sometimes was the treasure... and he didn't really mind if things didn't turn out how he wanted them to. As long as everything would be all right.
"Thank you again."
He bowed, and then stood there, just seeing her retreating back. It didn't go as well as he had hoped, the first time he'd ever discussed his writing with somebody. Still... maybe he'd tell her when he had... a more tangible idea in mind. OC: END!
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