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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 10:38 pm
Kit gazed at the pieces with a passive smile as he wandered from display to display, his attention shifting this way and that. Not only was he intrigued by the art at the art show, but the people that came to scrutinize said art as well. They were an interesting sort; sometimes there to critique the works or to gain some inspiration of their own, sometimes to see what caught their eye so they could purchase it for their business or home, and sometimes simply to accompany a boyfriend or girlfriend who appreciated art shows much more than they did. Once, Kit thought he saw a group of men that might have belonged to the mafia browsing the pieces for sale, but of course he couldn’t be sure. He’d once heard of a branch that had used an art gallery as a cover for their home base, but who knew how true that was?
In general, Kit found it amusing how many people took art itself for granted because of how high school kids signed up for art classes on the sole assumption of it being ‘an easy class’ or how a good many Asian cultures considered artists to be nearly as low an occupation as prostitutes. The teenager, however, took the subject very seriously; perhaps more seriously than he might have appeared to take anything. The principles and elements of design fascinated him, along with color theory like complementary versus analogous colors and the effect such things had on human psychology. It was truly a wonderful method of expression to him; not that he ever planned to make a career out of art. Who used their careers to express themselves, anyway? It just wasn’t professional.
Graphic design was too restricting in his opinion and traditional art seemed like giving pieces of one’s soul away...assuming the creator could even get others to buy them at a price decent enough to make a living. There was a reason ‘starving artist’ was a common term and also why it was said artists really only made money off their art once they were dead. Nope; for Kit, art would remain a hobby of his and nothing more. Besides...as someone who could simply draw what they saw, no matter how accurately he could depict said vision, he didn’t think he had the imagination to be called a true artist.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 12:49 pm
A young woman laughed softly at something her companion said, shifting her flute of champagne from one hand to the other so she could adjust the way her black and grey striped sweater dress hung off one shoulder. Sidney James listened intently as her friend, a black-haired woman named Stacy, told her about the nuances of the art piece hung on the wall in front of them. It depicted an older gentleman kneeling in front of a white rocking chair, tying the laces of a little girl's shoe as she sat in the chair. She looked to be about three or four, her feet sticking out as she gripped the arms. Around them, fall colored the trees that stood beside the front porch they were on and the whole of the image had a smudgey, soft-edge quality to it, rather something strictly realistic. "I really like this one." Sidney said when her friend finished, waving her glass lightly. "It reminds me of that house we had in London. I don't remember my grandparents, but it makes me think what if, you know?" The well-dressed and mannered artist beside her smiled warmly, pleased. "I'm going to go get some more to drink ok?" Sid said after a bit, finishing off the last of what was in her glass. "Why don't you go mingle with people for a bit, I've been monopolizing you for long enough." The artist offered her a kiss to the cheek before they parted ways and the rainbow-haired DJ headed for the bar set up in the corner, an array of glasses set up on the bar top for people to come and take as they pleased. As she went, she scanned the faces of the other patrons, enjoying a moment of people watching.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 4:14 pm
Regarding the picture he'd overheard the two ladies discussing, Kit considered the style it was painted with. It reminded him of impressionism and he wondered vaguely if the piece was meant to inspire nostalgia of some sort. It seemed to have something of that effect on the young woman with the multi-colored hair. Kit's gaze drifted from the painting to her as he watched her head for the bar. He smiled and casually sauntered over, hands in his pockets.
"Pardon me...couldn't help overhearing," he said softly, coming up beside her in a closer proximity that might have been considered socially acceptable for strangers. Still, he kept his hands to himself. "You said that piece made you wonder 'what if'." He tilted his head slightly. "Mind me asking you to elaborate? 'What if' what?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 1:12 pm
A voice by her ear pulled Sidney around, fresh drink in hand, to find a chest at eye level. Her gaze swept upwards lazily as she lifted her glass to her lips, taking a sip as cover to casually study the tall black and blue figure from under full lashes. The blue was eye searing, not that she could talk with her own splash of color, but she didn't tend to wear so much of one shade. The accessories shouted 'punk' and he looked young... younger than her, and young enough she wondered what he was doing here, rather than hanging out with his buddies. He was cute though... tall and lean, the way athletic boys are before they really start to build up that bulk, their bodies still racing to grow as tall as possible. Little bit of muscle under smooth skin that she knew from experience she liked to put her mouth on... when the owner wasn't asking probing personal questions. "You're awfully nosey, Amigo." She quipped as she finally met his dark eyes. Pushing a hip out, she braced a hand on it, her lashes lowered over bright pink eyes. "Don't you think that's a little personal? You haven't even asked my name yet and you want to dig into my mysterious and sordid past?" A smirk pulled the corner of her mouth up, and she tilted her head, rainbow hair brushing her cheeks. "Most people would start by offering their own names first."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 6:42 pm
"I won't deny that," Kit chuckled at her comment. "I'm the sort of guy who likes getting personal, whether verbally, physically, mentally, or otherwise. But please excuse me; I didn't realize it was a question with such a personal answer."
He put a hand on his chest and bowed slightly. "I'm Kit. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Sorry about my lack of manners. Us Hillworth boys aren't renowned for our sense of etiquette."
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 5:48 pm
"A highschool boy?" Sid said in surprise, inwardly disappointed. She'd been working herself up into a good flirt, but finding him under age sort of took all the wind out of her sails and her shoulders dropped. Still... its not like she really had any moral high ground to stand on in that respect, considering how old she had been (and how old she had lied about being) when she had first met Ice. At least this guy was being honest about it. Sid swirled her drink around her glass before she sipped it again, lashes lowered. "You should be careful who you're getting personal with, Kiddo, you could get into a lot of trouble." She warned him, unable to resist putting a coy note into it. He did have the grace to introduce himself and Sid offered him her thin hand. "You can call me Chou. My grandparents were dead before I was old enough to remember them, so the 'what if' is 'what if I'd gotten to have that', obviously. What would it have been like? Who knows! I'll never really get to find out, but its... nostalgic to think about. So." She gave him another once over, this time far more obvious about it. "What's a kid like you doing here?"
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 8:47 am
"Just getting out," Kit replied, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder for emphasis. "Graduating next month in June. Why? Were you worried about my age?" He smirked, her body language not lost on him. "Oh no. I wonder what you were planning to do with me. I suppose being eighteen entitles me to imagine it, at the very least."
He laughed lightly at her warning. "Never heard that one before," he chuckled, voice saturated with sarcasm. "Sweetheart, I'm from Hillworth. Obviously trouble isn't a stranger to me. I seem to thrive on it, though; can't live without it. So, while I appreciate your concern, don't you worry you pretty little head about it - I know exactly what I'm doing." The young man winked as he accepted her offered hand, raising it to his lips to give the back of it a small kiss before releasing it. "But please, do me a favor; don't call me 'kiddo', 'kid', or any variant thereof." His smile tightened for a moment. "I can't stand children. I pride myself on being difficult to offend, but I can't help feeling insulted to be affiliated with them."
"Chou." The young man dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I see. Definitely sounds like the thoughts of the mind of an artist, wondering 'what if'. I prefer not to dwell on the past or things I can't change. Brave of you to do so, having to deal with the emotions that come up as a result." His smile faltered momentarily at being referred to as a kid once more. "If I were a kid, I can assure you I wouldn't have the brains or depth to appreciate anything here. As I'm not, though, I came because I know how to appreciate art. I like sketching, but I don't have the imagination to be a true artist, so I come to galleries like this one to admire the work of those who are."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 3:41 pm
Sidney's smile spread slow and sultry as her little pet names seemed to touch a sore spot. It was good he was eighteen for a lot of reasons, but she didn't feel like giving him the satisfaction of it. Rather, she was amused by his dislike of the names and in just the right mood from his introduction to want to explore that thread a little further. Not a kid, but are you mature enough to handle it, hmm?He took her hand and kissed her knuckles in an archaic and overly intimate, by today's standards, show of false chivalry. Sid fluttered her lashes as he released her hand, feigning dramatic swooning as she sidled closer. Reaching she smoothed her fingers down his shirt, using tugging it straight as an excuse to touch him. "Aw, don't like being called a kid, huh? That's too bad... I mean, I am older than you are, so to me you are still sort of a kid... But you could always try and prove me wrong, hmm? Show me some of that grown up maturity, Kiddo..." Her lips pursed in a playful pout as her voice got sing-song and teasing. Her pink eyes were bright and inviting, daring him for his response. You gonna get mad and prove me right? Or are you really as adult as you make yourself out to be, because there is something fun in you making me take it back..."Art isn't just imagination, you know... its about passion. Drive. You can learn how to stretch your imagination, but if you're not willing to put everything into it... mmm, well." She shrugged, her lips curving crookedly with their rings. Her fingers still played with the folds of his t-shirt, daring him to pull away. "And besides... didn't you just say you could imagine all the supposedly things I could be planning? That tells me you have some kind of imagination."
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 5:08 pm
Was that the smile he wore when regarding the expressions he caused on others' faces? The way this young woman was calling him nicknames and pushing his buttons reminded him a lot of...well, himself. Kit couldn't help but laugh at the realization of it.
"Just so you know, I've done that to guys, too," he murmured under his breath, smirking, referring to his having kissed her hand, "so it's not like I show women special treatment. I'll admit, though, I get funnier looks from the men."
His mismatched eyes watched her fingers smooth down his shirt and he grinned as he thought of how clever an excuse it was to touch someone. He would have to keep that technique in mind for the future.
"Going by that logic, since you're older than me, I can technically rightfully call you 'old woman', but that's not very nice, is it?" Kit pointed out, his expression more amused now than anything else. "But if it's maturity we're talking about, I'd call that subjective. Did you have something in mind regarding me proving mine to you?" He smirked. "Personally, I would have thought that the need to prove one's maturity would, in itself, define said person as immature."
He waved a hand dismissively. "It's not like I'd get offended just because someone called me something I didn't like; stick and stones and all that. But it is something of a pet peeve of mine. So if you're going to do it on purpose, I'd at least have to know why. So far, seems to me like you're the sort who just enjoys pushing buttons." The teen sneered slyly. "But then I'd also say it takes one to know one."
Listening to her talk of passion and drive, Kit drunk in her words and nodded slowly in acknowledgement. The subject of imagination always reminded him of his little sister; his childish, selfish little sister whom he loved but also found annoying and overall had a very complicated relationship with.
As she spoke, he also took in the sensation of her fingers against the folds of his shirt, faint as it was, and seemed to have no intention whatsoever of pulling away. Physical touch was something he could never seem to get enough of, whether it was a kiss, a hug, or a punch to the face. Her indirect touch teased him, tempting him to initiate more direct contact, but he dared not be so forward when they had only just met. He had barely gotten her name, after all.
"Hehe...touché," Kit conceded at her proclaimed proof of his imagination. "but I don't think I'd dare use that kind to inspire what I put down on paper," he laughed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 3:09 pm
She didn't think she had made a direct comment about the hand kiss, so his comment about that was mostly ignored. At worst, he was overcompensating for something, but what did it really matter? "You can call me anything you like, really, and I don't think I'd mind. Its just a name, and half the time I don't give people my real name anyway, so why get attached to one or another? Too much effort." Sid grinned and patted his stomach. "But I will admit, I am trying to push your buttons. You're cute when you get all annoyed over something, and I find it amusing. One of my failings, I guess." She chuckled as she pulled back from him then and focused on sipping her drink instead. It was why she'd come over here in the first place. There was a smirk on her face when she lowered the glass and her eyes were heavy lidded, her gaze coming up through her lashes. "Oh, I don't know about that... there are lots of artists who use that sort of passion to fuel their art. Passion is passion, and art can't be bound by limitations or conventions." Her grin widened as she let her tongue play across her lip rings. "Art is expression of emotion and n***s have been done all throughout history. I don't find it such a big leap."
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 4:50 pm
The senior shrugged and nodded at the young woman's question about getting attached. "That's fair. A rose by any other name still has thorns." He smirked as she admitted she was trying to push his buttons. "Well if it's a failing, then it's one I share with you. Now what buttons might you have to push, I wonder..."
He raised a brow with a lop-sided grin as she cast him that heavy-lidded, long-lashed look. Kit thought he knew what that look meant, but he didn't want to make presumptions just yet. After all, he'd just met this girl.
"That may be true," Kit conceeded, considering her point about n***s being captured in art throughout history, "but when there's a nude body in front of me, I end up thinking of other things I'd prefer to be doing than drawing it, so it ends up becoming kind of pointless to try."
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 6:37 pm
His words earned him an amused look and Sid idly swirling what was left of her drink around the glass. She hadn't even made it back to Stacy yet and she was going to need another, but she couldn't deny that she was entertained talking to this younger guy. He seemed to be trying so hard to make her think he was cool and edgy, talking philosophies and playing with famous quotes. It wasn't wowing her, as he probably intended, but it was still cute. Sid's look turned positively coy and she glanced away from him, studying the people who talked quietly around them. "It wouldn't be any fun if I just told you what my buttons are..." She murmured, unable to stop a low chuckle. "You have to find those out for yourself, you know?" When she brought her gaze back, her grin was wide again. "See, that's what I meant earlier, about maturity. Young guys like you have so much trouble with self control... and then you burn yourself out far too quickly." She tilted her head was she waved her glass at him, feeling warmed from the alcohol and pleased with the fun she was having. "I think you'd have to prove it to me before I could really believe you've got it."
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 7:51 pm
Kit followed his acquaintance's gaze to the surrounding people and he got a distant look in his eyes. The art was amazing, to be sure, but the people...each person was like their own living canvas and each individual who passed by was like another piece of art to be admired along with the rest of the paintings in this gallery. Who were they? What were they like? Did they have regrets? Hopes? Dreams? Worries? Fears?
"Funny how people are like paintings," he murmured absently. It was difficult to tell if he was speaking more to Sid or to himself. "Those who look at them see something superficial on the surface and immediately start to judge based on that. I mean I know it's human nature; we do it whether we mean to or are conscious of it or not. Like those abstract pictures with a few splatters of paint that some would say could be outdone by a toddler. Yet others will see past that and give meaning to the colors, negative space, unspoken emotions of the artist, etcetera."
He chuckled lightly. "But a painting of something the average person might feel more able to understand, like a still life, almost has less to it. It seems like there are less ways to interpret something we think we can understand than something unknown." Kit continued to stare sightlessly ahead at the people around them as he spoke. "Shame so many people are afraid or uncomfortable with the unknown. Maybe that's why our society seems to value individuals who are more open with who they are because it seems like they have less to hide."
The teen looked back at Sid and grinned once more at the mention of buttons. "I'll take that as an invitation to test them, then," he snickered. "But maybe not so soon. We only just met, after all."
Laughing at the mention of self-control, the Hillworth student shook his head. "I know what you're talking about," he told her, amused. "But trust me, I'm not that sort of person. Self-control isn't something I struggle with. It's just not always something I choose to exercise, especially when I have the opportunity to do what I want without regret of the consequences. I make a point not to have regrets, see, so there's not much I have to complain about." Moving his thumb and index finger to the top of her glass, he flicked it lightly with a ringing ting! "Like alcohol. I don't drink." He sneered. "Not that I'm legally old enough, but I think we both know that hasn't stopped many of my peers."
Kit rocked back on his heels and leaned on the balls of his feet, sticking his hands into his pockets. "You're cute, sweetheart. Really. Fun conversationalist, too. But I don't feel like there's anything I really need to prove to you, you know?" He cast her a soft smile that seemed somehow more sincere than his prior ones.
"You can think whatever you want of me, but that doesn't change who I am. I came over to get to know you because like a lot of these paintings, you seem to have more to you than meets the eye. I can understand if you don't feel like showing me that other side of you, but please don't make the mistake of assuming that what I portray to the public is all there is to me, either. I feel like you're smarter than that."
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2016 3:59 pm
Sid listened to him talk as he gazed off and she grinned, more to herself than him. Amusement radiated off her until he turned back, and even then, she still smiled. "I think." She said as he flicked her glass, making it ring. "That you are entirely too serious, just now. Its all in fun, baby." Sid tipped her drink back to finish it off and then tilted it at him. "Its a shame you don't drink, but to each their own. I like the warm, bubbly feeling it gives me. So, if you don't mind, I think I'll be grabbing another and I have a friend waiting to show me the other paintings in this exhibit." Sid offered him a wink and a sly smile. "It was nice chatting, Jr. Maybe I'll see you around sometime and you can show me how grown up you insist you are."
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:07 am
"Heheh. Am I?" Shrugging, he spread his arms and palms with a sheepish grin. "My apologies."
Nodding slowly, Kit acknowledged the young lady's comment regarding grabbing another drink and going to meet her friend. The use of the terms 'baby' and 'junior' made him smirk, but he didn't comment on them.
"Sure," he agreed. "If I didn't repulse you with my random ranting. Seems like I'm either too serious or too immature either way. But maybe next time you can show me what your idea of a balance between the two is like."
He cast her a casual salute with a pair of fingers in response to her wink and smile. "Later, Chou."Whimsical Blue ((I'm assuming that's a wrap, but if you want to add anything else, just let me know! Thanks for playing with me! ^_^))
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