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Post by kyrie fox on Dec 16, 2010 16:56:16 GMT -5
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The Japanese were certainly … creative. Their aesthetic sense was by far one of the most elaborate, culturally refined and expressing a variety of virulent beauty with their mediums. She wished she could say the same for their Modern Artwork without grimacing. If she wanted to stand on her moral high ground and still be considered civil with toward some of the less pleasurable displays of contemporary composition. If nothing else the exhibits she’d encountered in the museum had undoubtedly left an impression on her, one that might haunt her sleep for the duration of the week if she groused about it too badly. There was honestly no way she could look at sirloin in the coming days without dredging up the memory of the skinned animal head that had been one of the featured pieces, not without turning a little green.
The strawberry blonde University student had the day off, not exactly a rare occurrence but seeing her entertaining herself with something other than thick tomes on legalities of the New World warranted a certain amount of amazement. Albeit her choice of distraction was in effect, right up her alley, the artwork though was nothing that she had expected. She knew that the Japanese had a distinctly different opinion on what was and was not art but they had utterly surpassed the boundaries she’d constrained them to. At the very least when she left she could say in all truthfulness that she had gotten her money’s worth. But honestly she’d take a showcasing of renaissance and French sculpture before she made the mistake of coming back to the Mori Museum.
The ambiance, though a little edgy with guards posted around the exhibition and preventing camera-sporting tourists from taking pictures of their prized pieces, wasn’t all that bad. The same could also be said for the room she had just entered, dimly lit and smelling faintly of cleaning chemicals and the notable odor of the people who walked it before her. The room was small and it was the room itself that was the art, a mural done in a kaleidoscope of blue tones and white consumed each wall, ceiling and floor until it was rendered a stimulating vastness of blue. A swathe of black cut along the right wall, a curving, errant brushstroke that disappeared behind a layered flower whose petals consumed the next section of space. It was different from the atypical abstract but no less picturesque in execution.
The room had barely a handful of people viewing it; not unexpected considering it was a weekday, so as she ambled inside the click of her heels on the floor sounded harsh and loud in her against the quiet.
TAGGED open;
MUSIC Your love is my drug – Kesha;
WORDS 450;
NOTES not kidding when i said they have a skinned animal head;
TEMPLATE BY KYRIE FOX
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Post by FUYUMINE SHIGERU on Dec 17, 2010 22:43:48 GMT -5
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 five minutes to midnight,ALRIGHT, AT FIVE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT
YOU'LL SEE OUR NAMES IN CITY LIGHTS
WE'LL MAKE THE CLOCK STOP
MAKE YOUR HEART DROP AND COME ALIVE!
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[/color][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Going on dates to any type of musuem was boring if you've been to a musuem over a hundred times in the past month with ten different girls. Perhaps it was a bit exaggerated, but that was the feeling Shigeru had in him at the moment. The art musuem was really starting to get on his nerves - how many times had he come here in the same month? Too many to count, obviously. Could these girls ever think about going somewhere more exciting or at least not a waste of time or money? But alas, the negative feelings had to be pushed aside as he feigned an enjoyable smile and squeezed the girl's hand with his. Shigeru watched the girl beside him looked up, smiled and giggled, moving closer to her fake boyfriend. "Shigeru-kun, are you having fun?" he was asked, and they stopped walking, standing in front of the infamous Mona Lisa. He chortled lightly and pleasantly smiled back at the girl, "Of course I am, Tsukasa. Why wouldn't I when I'm with you?" The blonde leaned in to press his lips against hers and - Beep, beep!"O-Oh, I'm really sorry Shigeru-kun!" Simply, he leaned back and stood there casually, waiting patiently until Tsukasa was done with her phone call. Ahh, such timing... He smirked lightly though, as this was a chance to get away, and his prayers reached God, as he heard Tsukasa's voice come through his thoughts. She seemed flustered and disappointed. "I'm really sorry about this, but my boss wants me in right now and our date's being cut short...""It's alright," he comforted and wrapped his arms around her gingerly, "We can make up for it next time, alright? Let me know when you're free. Get going or you'll get in trouble!" He pushed her away gently then, teasing her and watched her go off towards the exit. Whistling, he wandered the area just a bit longer, to see if there was actually anything interesting in this particular part of the building (even if he did know every crook and nanny of the art musuem)... And eventually, Shigeru did find something. A tall woman standing in front of some sort of bizarre picture, but she seemed intrigued by it and so Shigeru decided to play it cool when he approached her. Casually, he made his way over to her side like it was the most normal thing to do ever, and stared at the picture. "Pretty nice, isn't it? Japan has some pretty famous artwork," he said aloud to her, but acted as if he was talking to himself. Offering a light smile, he turned his head and looked at her. "You look new to the area. Are you a foreigner?" and so did his quest to add to his list of playthings start. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - you know you just wanna let go
it's time to roll down the windows - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY REAAA. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE WITHOUT ASKING.
THE LYRICS USED ARE BOYS LIKE GIRLS' SONG FIVE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT.
REA IS CURRENTLY LISTENING TO I WANT TO SEE YOU BY GUMI [/justify] [/blockquote][/size][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by kyrie fox on Dec 18, 2010 17:52:49 GMT -5
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[atrb=background,http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/221/6/c/gothic_wallpaper_by_Reina_The_Sparkanean.jpg] I have five clocks in my life
Her eyes slid sideways, looking at Shigeru as if he were some foreign object. Kyrie looked at him in a way not so dissimilar from how she was viewing the exhibits, like he was something that deserved a quick appraisal before she moved to the next gallery. It wasn’t a friendly look. She’d shown the same expression to anyone of the male species who simply waddled up to her wrapped in the security of their nonchalance and expecting her to be amenable. This situation felt no different but for whatever reason fathomable Kyrie bit the inside of her cheek, stilling a comment that might have given her a poor review – not that she particularly cared about the opinion of others but it served her well to remember that he hadn’t said anything principally worth her barbed remarks. It wouldn’t kill her to place nice, it’d just be damned hard.
Taking a cleansing breath she refocused, making a small noise of agreement as she folded her arms over her chest and tried not to look like she was resisting the urge to make a snipe about Shigeru’s height. “I suppose, I’m still trying to determine whether or not that’s a flower of a shuriken.” She said with a thread of sarcasm. If there were in fact pieces made by famous artists in the building she must not have seen them, very little of the works she’d seen thus far had done little more than make her question what sort of medication these people should be taking. That didn’t apply to all of them and yes she did keep in contrast that this was a museum of modern artwork and that innovation and uniqueness was the key element, but honestly what deranged psychopath considered the skinned, severed head of a canine to be worthy artwork?
Shigeru had changed the topic on her, rather rapidly transitioning from the gallery to her and she didn’t like it. Talking with stranger Japanese boys wasn’t exactly a pastime she was comfortable with but it all seemed pretty harmless, and so did jellyfish originally. Again it wasn’t without effort that she contained a response that would dissuade him from further engagement. She really needed to work on that if she hoped to get through her life in University. “It’s the hair isn’t it?” she said with a smirk. When in doubt sarcasm bridged everything, so long as it wasn’t meant to offend. “But yes, I just moved here this semester from a school in London. Why? Do I stand out that much?”
As she said it she couldn’t help but notice Shigeru also shared some interesting features of his own. Blonde hair and blue-eyed, he looked like he belonged on the cover of a WASP magazine yet his Japanese hinted to no place other than the small island. “What about yourself? Correct me if I’m wrong but usually blonde hair and blue eyes isn’t a very Japanese trait.”
TAGGED open;
MUSIC Your love is my drug – Kesha;
WORDS 491;
NOTES ;
TEMPLATE BY KYRIE FOX
And only ones got the time right [/td][/tr][/center][/table] [/center] |
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Post by FUYUMINE SHIGERU on Dec 19, 2010 13:54:23 GMT -5
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five minutes to midnight,ALRIGHT, AT FIVE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT
YOU'LL SEE OUR NAMES IN CITY LIGHTS
WE'LL MAKE THE CLOCK STOP
MAKE YOUR HEART DROP AND COME ALIVE!
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[/color][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Shigeru chuckled lightly and moved his eyes back to the work of art in front of him. "I think thinking about it is what the artist wants you to do. It's what makes art art, I guess," he said and gave her a shrug. "But I don't really know anything about art, so I can't really say what the artist meant." The blonde teen leaned his head to the right, eyes moving away from the art in front of him towards one on his right and stared at that. Honestly, art wasn't his forte and he was glad - it seemed so boring. He didn't understand artists and their fascination with putting colors on paper and hanging their pictures up, calling it a master piece. Everything in this musuem was just boring pictures that didn't appeal to him at all. "You could say it was that," he mentioned in regards to her questioning his assumption of her nationality. "In England, is it?" he started, turning his attention back to the taller woman and smiled pleasantly, "Seems like an alright place. Does it rain as much as people say it does?" And while he did ask with a curious tone in his voice, Shigeru was not interested in the very least. All of this was to just pull her into the little game he played that was called 'love'. Inwardly to himself, he was smirking but on his face was just a little boy's smile and utmost curiosity. Feigning these types of emotions were easy for him, and nothing but a simple task that he would have to go through every day at every moment. He turned his body towards the woman, eyes glancing up towards her (damn, what a beauty) and cracked a grin. "My mother is german, and I've gotten most of my genes from her," he replied and shrugged. "Not common, but it's definitely unique, right?" Shigeru wondered if this would be a chance for him to get closer to her, and he take a small step to the side, only just a bit closer to the older woman. "It's more of your height that makes you stand out, I think," he commented and nodded, glancing over her appearance. "Definitely your height. You're taller than the average Japanese. What'd they give you in London to make you this tall?" he mused and laughed. "Joking aside," he calmed down a bit after his small little laugh and held out a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm Shigeru," introducing himself to a girl was nothing new; the methods, yes, were varied but when it came down to it, an introduction was an introduction and a first impression was a first impression, and lasted for years to come. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - you know you just wanna let go
it's time to roll down the windows - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY REAAA. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE WITHOUT ASKING.
THE LYRICS USED ARE BOYS LIKE GIRLS' SONG FIVE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT.
REA IS CURRENTLY LISTENING TO HELLO/HOWAREYOU BY KANO/SYUS
THERE'S A LOT OF DIALOGUE, SORRY. HE TALKS A LOT ||| [/justify] [/blockquote][/size][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by kyrie fox on Dec 19, 2010 17:37:14 GMT -5
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Now that was certainly interesting. Here she’d assumed this little chickadee was about as intelligent as the rest of the population that shared the XY chromosomes. Shigeru had managed to say something moderately intelligent despite its less eloquent donation – but it was more the context that counted rather than its verbal excellence. Kyrie was surprised and it showed. Her brows raising a fraction to vanish in the sweeping bow of her bangs as her light colored eyes appraised the other as if he weren’t just a stationary object to gawk at. The university student looked at him, well and truly looked at him, searchingly and mildly intrigued. He was slight of build, a baby face that was still boyishly handsome. Without it she might have thought it’d be a little pedophilic to see him with anyone who wasn’t in grade school. The blonde was also short and it contributed to the innocent appeal. There wasn’t much to his facial structure that indicated he was Japanese and if there were than she missed them since she wasn’t trying pick them out necessarily. She just wanted to know who and what was talking to her now.
He admitted he had no knowledge of the arts but nevertheless he’d just earned himself a few brownie points for saying something that flashed more that just a pretty face that looked good with a smile. The topic of her origin was a safe subject to pursue; most guys went for weakening women with nostalgia especially if they were aware that they weren’t from the region. Instantly her guard was back up, features cool and controlled once more as she returned her attention to the wall mural while still being overtly attentive to Shigeru. She couldn’t read him – not really surprising but it was annoying trying to convince herself that he was a kid and wouldn’t be gunning for her in the way other males might. But then again she also pegged Shigeru for being shy of fifteen instead of the woman-chasing seventeen and while it wasn’t far off the mark two years was still a noteworthy distance. “It does rain a lot there but not nearly as much as people complain about. But then again you’re talking to a native, naturally I’m biased.” She offered nonchalantly, poise and regality on point.
She listened with honest interest, accepting the distraction for what it was and persuading herself that her paranoia would’ve reacted to anything that wasn’t in a diaper or carrying a lunch pail with transformers on it. So he had some Germanic blood in him? Kyrie gave him a steady look before seeming to accept the explanation; it made plenty of sense actually. The Japanese always did have a thing for Germans, particularly the blonde-haired and blue-eyed ones in uniform according to some of the comics she’d thumbed through one sad afternoon.
Shigeru’s last question, or joke rather, was probably meant as rhetorical so she didn’t answer and let him continue, realizing belatedly that she expected more out of him. Not that she was disappointed in that respect. A hand appeared and she looked at it the way kids looked at bug, a mixture of fascination and squeamishness – the latter was overlaid with the former thankfully. “Kyrie,” she took his hand in hers and noted that it was small but relatively the same length as her own.
Now, not that the museum wasn’t absolutely riveting but she’d seen enough of it that she was ready to sink into a lounge chair somewhere and have a hot drink. Furtively she looked behind her to the door and then to Shigeru, wrestling with her next words. “Alright Shigeru, I’ve had my fill of contemporary and am ready to re-embrace reality in a chair with some coffee, think you’re up for that?”
TAGGED shigeru;
MUSIC Your love is my drug – Kesha;
WORDS 634;
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TEMPLATE BY KYRIE FOX
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