Kato Seishiro
Senior Student
Yeah? So? I don't want to talk to you anymore.
Posts: 30
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Post by Kato Seishiro on Nov 5, 2007 20:52:56 GMT -5
((Posting order so far: Kato Seishiro, Hajime Naru, Akita Yuki. Subject to change.))
Among the hollers and crowds there stood a bench, unnoticed by none, in the middle of the room. He sat there, pamphlet open, marking off the exhibits that he had been through and counting off how many were left. It was a shock that he was there, placed directly in the center of a crowd, knowing his personality. But, cabin fever had taken over him, and he had needed to get out. Out of a house where a mother was fussing over useless gossip, where a father was ignoring everything to read the paper, where an older sister who should have moved out by now was on the phone ranting about her boyfriend and how much of a jerk he was (she always managed to attract people like that), and where a little brother was busy tormenting the family cat and hoping that the annoying middle child would take him to the park.
So before escaping from the dull everyday pandemonium, he gave the cat salvation (tossing him into his room), stole the comics from the paper to annoy his father, gave his mother a rumor to spread, and told his sister to be glad that her significant other was not a woman beater. Not that it would have mattered anyway. If he had been, Seishiro would have come to his sister’s defense and come home with a bloody nose and a body full of bruises, all the while sulking over his miserable failing.
So standing, he cracked his knuckled before turning and walking towards a new room, hoping that it would be fairly emptier. He brushed the white hair from his red eyes, looking darkly at the people around him as they expected him to. People who looked different must act different. Unspoken law of “normal people.” He appeased them in that way, wearing the dark outfits and muttering to himself, keeping headphones on with the music on just loud enough for the surrounding individuals to hear it. He appeared withdrawn and anger filled, so apparently he must be so.
Seishiro had accepted that with a shrug, realizing that it was nothing more than human nature. It was everywhere. And those with illnesses got the majority of it. He didn’t mind. After seventeen years of being considered a perversion of nature, an albino (disgusting term), it was only natural to accept what would not change.
Thinking this, he hardly realized that he had come to a halt in front of a statuette. One of the lesser impressive pieces he had seen that day, but beautiful nonetheless.
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Hajime Naru
College Student
College Student l Vet
With one kiss you could kill me...So why don`t you kiss me? So I can die happily...
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Post by Hajime Naru on Nov 5, 2007 21:13:54 GMT -5
Her eyes scanned the gallery. It was a magnificant sight indeed. Though she probably wouldn`t be surprised if she made a fool of herself there, she was used to the embarrasment that was herself. Though she wasn`t used to being in an art gallery. It was kind of like a museum, but more... more sophisticated. You wouldn`t see a child in a place like this. It was full of all kinds of art, that they`d never understand. Heck she didn`t even understand most of it. How did she end up here anyways? Oh yeah her 'mother' had sent her here. Being the polite person Naru was she couldn`t decline it. Naru sighed. She wanted to change herself so badly. But how was she going to do that? She couldn`t break a rule if she wanted to. She lowered her eyes and stared at the ground for a moment.
She closed her eyes and though. She had something to do, she couldn`t forget about why she was there in the first place. Naru slowly walked to a man who looked like he worked there."A-Ano... I c-came to pick somthing up...."Naru mumbled as she stared at her shoes. She observed the man. He looked like he was a sophiscated as the entire gallery! He looked professional.
The man ignored her and walked away. Naru shrugged the feeling of depression off. She couldn`t think like that right now. Maybe he didn`t work there after all. She certainly didn`t want to ask. So she walked away. There were many things at the gallery, but the only thing that attracted her attention were the paintings. She wasn`t interested in the sculptings at all.
Naru scaned the area. There wasn`t that much to do right now. It was almost time for lunch anyways. She guessed her mother wouldn`t mind that Naru take a quick lunch break. As she walked she lost touch with reality for a moment. Instead she pondered on the things she needed to fix. Like herself, her wardrobe, everything!
Not thinking she bumped into a man that looked about 17. She landed on the floor and looked up. "G-gomenasai!"Naru said apologeticly as she stood up and bowed several times. She had knew it. She had once again humiliated herself.
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Akita Yuki
Junior Student
Junior Student%7CJobless for now
Towa no yume::My eternal dream
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Post by Akita Yuki on Nov 5, 2007 21:41:28 GMT -5
"Beautiful..." Yuki murmured under her breath. She sat in front of a small painting on a wall of large ones. It was conveniently placed in front of the bench she had stopped to sit down on. It put a smile on her face. The painting? A scenery picture of a women holding a child in the forest. Yuki looked down to her note book. It was full of notes, pictures, all scribbled down by hand.
This gallery is so much larger than the one back home! She thought. Her smile faded as she flipped back a few pages. There, held notes on works of art at her old town. This is home now Yuki, She told herself shaking her head. She sighed and closed the note book gently, closing her eyes as well. She looked up to stare at the painting again for a few more moments, before standing up.
Yuki made her way around the rest of the room, finding it as peaceful as she had hoped. She didn't want to be inside her new home with her mother, unpacking her things. That would just make her admit, that her life wasn't going to be the same as always. She missed Kaida. She missed her father. She missed her house, her school, her other friends. She missed the small, quiet town. She never liked loud places, nor did she like crowded places. They gave her headaches.
Not only that, but thinking back to a time when Yuki was young, she hated the spot light. She would rather die then be the center of attention! Thankfully, her luck had kept that wish. She was never the center of attention. She did stand out, unmeaning fully. In her small group of friends, she was loud and happy. Then her abnormal appearance made her seem even more bold. What could she say? She was born like that.
Yuki continued on into the gallery, turning into a new room. She had to stop herself from running into two people there. She barely missed. There was a girl, a few years older looking than herself, and a boy. He was around her age, and, to her surprise, looked similar to herself.
She backed up a bit when the girl bowed to the boy, saying she was sorry. Yuki also waved a bit and smiled shyly. "I'm sorry as well," She said in a quiet voice.. "I almost ran into you. I should had been watching where I was going..." She closed her eyes and bowed her head in an apology to both of them.
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Kato Seishiro
Senior Student
Yeah? So? I don't want to talk to you anymore.
Posts: 30
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Post by Kato Seishiro on Nov 8, 2007 19:18:45 GMT -5
Annoyance crossed his face at the disturbance of his area. Looking to where the pressure had come from, there was a girl standing there, thought not close enough to have caused him to loose his balance as had happened. Casting his eyes downward, the reason sat there, looking nervous and embarrassed. She apologized with a stutter, and the other was soft spoken. Both equally irked him, the basis for which he rolled his eyes slightly and stepped away without acknowledging their regret over disturbing him. What could he say that would ease their minds? Absolutely nothing. So why bother trying?
In that way he came off as rude. Whatever. That was his way and he didn’t question it. If others hated him for that, it was their own problem. For as long as he had remembered, there had been a barrier around him, only letting a few people into his world at a time. No one had yet to remain there, though he didn’t mind that. But if they left, he would return to his cold self around them, expressing disinterest in whatever they were saying. Someday, perhaps, he’d show the world his true colors and laugh at their reaction.
The first girl, sprawled on the floor, appeared to be nothing special or interesting. Appearances could be deceiving, but a girl slightly older than himself, light sandy hair, topaz eyes, and a sad impression in her face wasn’t all that impressive. The other girl, probably his age, only needed a glance as well for him to gain an impression. Her skin had more pigment than his own, a hint of natural pink, but her hair was as snowy as his, though her eyes slightly darker in their red color (his were closer to pink). So, he guessed, they did not share the illness and therefore had no stories to exchange. Her personality at first glance was: shy but confident.
Not that it mattered to him.
Moving away from the sculpture, he strode to the wall, lifting his chin to gaze at the painting he stood before. If he ignored them long enough, they might decide to leave. But the one on the floor looked to be on the verge of tears, and if she did, he didn’t know what he would do. Walk away? No…that would make him a prick. But he was terrible at comforting, and awkward moments like that made him freeze. Cracking his neck, he sighed under his breath and went on staring at piece of modern art, hoping that this time would pass quickly so he could get on with his life.
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