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 Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 6:20 pm
"Mmm, true," Renee agreed with a smile. She'd always been something of a night owl, a fact made painfully obvious by anyone who'd ever tried to wake her up in the morning.
L.A. presented a myseterious figure as they walked along the otherwise quiet nighttime streets, and Renee couldn't help but cast glances in the girl's direction. In her own way, she was...inspiring. The designer wasn't sure how just yet, but it was something to consider, maybe even experiment with. The faint scent of clover and smoke wafted around them as the smoke floated along the night air, and Renee wondered just how potent it would be when there was no breeze or fresh air to help it dissipate.
She grew more curious as the streets took on a more Asian theme, feeling like home deep in her heart, though it took Renee by surprise. She kept her focus down, letting her gaze fall on different areas they passed out of habit.
The teahouse seemed pleasant enough, as did the owner, who seemed pleased to see L.A. Renee offered him a small smile of gratitude and nodded respectfully before removing her coat and sitting down to the table, listening to the argument with slighlty raised brows.
"If you say so," she agreed. "You seem to be quite welcome here. How did you find this place?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 6:45 pm
"Oh one of my wanderings. I tend to start thinking about one of my movies and my feet just take me wherever they please. I have found some of the most wonderful places by simply letting my mind and my feet wander," she smiled.
The man reappeared, still yelling back at his wife but immediately put on a smile as he brought out two bowls of noodle soup and a pot of tea. The soup was simple fare, boiled noodles in chicken broth with some vegetables chopped up and thrown in. Wooden chopsticks were provided and he poured each of them a small cup of tea.
"Thank you Mr. Jueng," L.A. smiled to him.
"Ah no thank you mess L.A. You bring so many new custamor! We make you a special tea. Is like Jasmine only better!" he nodded to them both before going back behind the curtain where his wife was. They continued to talk, though more calmly now.
"And that's why I'm welcome here. I always try to bring new people here or tell them where to find it," she sipped on the tea with relish. "They are immigrants, legal or not I don't know, but they run an honest business."
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 5:45 pm
“I can understand that,” Renee noted wryly. “I tend to let my mind wander when I’m working with my hands, though. It’s safer that way.” As she would know from personal experience. She quietly thanked Mr. Jueng as he brought the food, laughing a bit as L.A. explained the favoritism.
“That would certainly do it,” she agreed. Whether or not they were legal was really none of her business, and if they ran a good shop with little worry of spreading any sort of illness, then it was fine with Renee. She knew how to conveniently look the other direction when necessary.
“So, what brought your attention to Walk of Fame?” she asked as she sipped the tea. It was clean and aromatic, utterly pleasant.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 9:47 pm
The director smiled as the woman spoke of wandering. Who was it that said "All who wander are not lost"? Ah she couldn't remember but it was a true statement none the less. L.A. took a moment to also savor the delicious tea before answering her new friend.
"Actually my father directed me toward them. He is a painter, though he prefers to keep to his small business down in the hippie district. He is friends with one of the secretaries so he secured me an audition," she smiled thinking of her dear Papa.
She remembered the day he came home yelling about in French to her mother. He had gotten it! He had got what they had wanted. L.A. had been totally confused at first since her parents cared little for fame and more about being true to their art, but then she saw HER name on the audition. Her father knew she could not be like them in her art. She needed to get out there and WoF would help.
"What about you? Have you always loved design or was it something you had to develop. I, myself, have always been creative thanks to my parents," she looked to the woman as she picked up her chopsticks and began to slurp at her noodle soup.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 7:27 pm
Renee listened as L.A. related her short tale, brows furrowing for a moment. "Hippie district?" She wasn't sure she'd ever heard the term used before, but it brought to mind an entire sub-town of those who reveled in the Bohiemian lifestlye. L.A. looked and acted as though she'd fit right in, with every movement a form of careless grace that flowed in its own way, as though her self-assurance was more than enough to lead the way.
"Ah," she said as the conversation turned towards her. She took a moment to pick at a noodle or two, notably not slurping from years of having this sort of dish as a staple in her diet. "Yes." She set the chopsticks down looking thoughtfully at a piece of artwork on the other side of the room, giving the appearance that she was looking just over the other woman's shoulder for a moment before turning her attention back to those disturbingly beautiful ice blue eyes. Renee had always been one to find beauty in the extreme or unusual.
"Well, it's a passion I've had since childhood, though I didn't always realise it," she admitted. She could remember when she was younger, how she treasured her scant clothing supply and would always find ways to improvise. When she had come to America, she had been severely withdrawn and had switched to dolls, eventually even making her own jewelry and playing makeup artist and dressup with the few friends she'd had. Ah, the good old days...
"It tended to pop up in most of my activities growing up. I'd always be nit-picking over a picture or character design for a story I'd be working on. Different hues and fabrics - without the cut and style - can speak volumes, you know." It might sound silly to someone else, but one look at Renee's face would tell you she was dead serious.
"When I was in highschool, I immediately joined the drama club, among other things, and was head of costume design and organization by the end of my sophmore year. Things died down after that, though, because we had...family issues." That was the best way to put it, anyway. No need to go into detail there.
"By then, I was busy helping to raise my younger siblings, but now that they're out and doing their own thing, I finally had time to finish my degree in design." She chuckled and shook her head, her gaze turning thoughtful as she studied her muddled reflection in the surface of the tea. She hadn't spoken this much to anyone in a long, long time.
"It was a friend who pointed out the trend. I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do. It just sort of clicked after that, and for a while, I free-lanced." A sigh escaped her lips that she wasn't entirely sure why. "But that doesn't pay, and I wanted to be more than just a small-town designer. I heard about the auditions for WoF and took my share of the money I'd been left and came out here. It's fame or bust, now...
"But I've talked your ear off." Her cheeks took on a slight pink tinge as she realized that she'd been jabbering away. "I'm sorry."
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 9:59 pm
L.A. listened quietly to the asian female tell her own tale. People's stories interested her, both as a writer and as a director. For no one saw their vision of their life as they did and very few sought to bring it forth in any descriptive way. It became even more apparent when speaking of a talent or attribute, as most tend to look to their past to seek the path they followed to react an unexpected destination.
She nodded as the woman spoke of cute and style, that she actually did know given her own taste with her own clothing. She loved to mix and match until she found the look she was going for. Some say she never wore the same outfit twice or she never found the same combination in a short period of time. She also smiled at the idea of school, seeing as she had also been in the drama club to develop her directorial skills. Renee seemed embarrassed at her rambling but L.A. just shook her head.
"Ah I love hearing stories. No need to apologize. Everyone has lived their own movie with its own interesting characters and plot line. After all I cannot say I have lived the same life, nor can you say you've lived the same as me. No one but us has lived this life so sharing it is like a story or movie," she smiled as she took another sip of her tea. She thought she should also explain her previous statement as Renee had asked before she related her tale.
"Ah the hippie district is not it's proper name, but everyone kinda calls it that. It is a collection of shops based on culture, art, creativity, and basically anything else that wasn't allowed in proper downtown. My mother and father's shop is there, it's called 1000 Words. An art and poetry shop. You should give it a look around, might find some interesting fabrics from the shops," she winked a bit before continuing to eat her noodles.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 7:45 pm
Somewhat relieved that the embarassment could be brushed aside, Renee nodded at L.A.’s explanation and took a sip of her own tea, studying the pale young woman rather closely. No one had lived her life, indeed: Renee seriously hoped that no one else ever would, either. There were some things you simply just didn’t wish on anyone.
“Maybe I will,” she agreed with a small nod at the mention of the other girl’s family’s shop. It probably wasn’t open right now, anyway, but…
“Do you suppose you could show me sometime? Or at least can I have an address?” It certainly sounded like something she’d be inspired by. Then again, Renee was inspired by what others considered odd. She waited for the girl’s response before asking something that was still poking at the front of her mind.
“Forgive my rudeness, L.A., but can I ask you something that might seem personal?” Renee herself certainly felt rude for even asking.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 12:01 am
"Oh I would love to take you around. If I'm with you some of the shopkeepers will even give you freebies or discounts. How about in a few days we meet at the park again and I'll take you. I warn you I travel by motorcycle so I hope you don't mind a backseat," she smiled before finishing her tea then sitting back a bit. She raised an eyebrow at the last question but it usually came up. Something she did always made this question, or a question like it come up. Not that it was always the same question that followed but it always came up.
"Sure, I don't mind. I'm kinda use to it being as.....unusual....as I am to most people," she grinned with no hint of anger, embarrassment, or discomfort. Maybe it would make this night more interesting, you never knew.
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