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Post by Mika Yukio on Apr 7, 2006 13:44:17 GMT -5
Mika grinned at Jun's sudden mood change. Morning person or not, everybody was bound to liven up after a good breakfast. Mika herself took a few bites from the pancakes. They tasted wonderfully, she thought, delighted. "Well, we'll have to make a duet or something sometimes," she stated, patting the corners of her mouth with a napkin. She put the napkin down and chuckled at his question. "Do you know that famous bridge by Monet? Well, these are my versions of it," she said, grinning. The flowing lines and colour mixture would never be mistaken for a Monet, but it was her own way of interpreting a feeling. It was the feeling she got from watching that painting what she described with her own hands in those simple, loose sketches.
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Post by Jun Seido on Apr 9, 2006 21:36:42 GMT -5
Tiramisu. The best for breakfast and coffee.
"Monet?" Jun pondered. He knew the name, but he wasn't into art so he didn't know which painting Mika was talking about. "I'm not really familiar with painters," he painfully admitted, and then chuckled at his lack of information. All he knows is the name, no, the surname? This is why Jun is not in Daaku, and never will be.
"But anyways, I like your sketches though, they look good to me. As for myself, I could never express anything through drawing even if my life depended on it." he said bluntly, but added, "well, maybe not as good as truly artistic people like you."
At least he knows how to draw a tree.
"You Daakus must be really into your art, aren't you?"
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Post by Mika Yukio on Apr 11, 2006 14:16:30 GMT -5
"Yes, he's a brilliant artist," the brunette acknowledged, thinking of the beautiful art he had created. "I'm not, either, but I know my basics," she added, laughing. Mika wasn't one to like old and dead people's art, she wanted to create art herself and feared she'd be influenced by those artists if she studied them too much. But she liked to have a general knowledge of everything.
Mika blushed and looked at the scrawny pieces of paper. They weren't that good, really. She sipped her coffee as to hide her embarrassment. "I wouldn't describe myself as truly artistic," she said and cleared her throat. Again, she sipped her coffee.
"We're not always into art, but yes... You're supposed to like stuff like this to be in our kumi," she shrugged, grabbing the fan and fanning herself. The sun was up and it was getting hot outside. "But you must be a writer if you're in Kurenai... What do you write? I used to write fairy-tales when I was little," she chuckled at the memory. She still kept some of them, but the plots were so silly, she hardly believed it was she who had wrote it all.
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Post by Jun Seido on Apr 17, 2006 9:25:05 GMT -5
OOC: Whoa, sorry for the super lateness...
"I suppose I like art, but I don't think it'll be enough for your Kumi. Museums never really bore me, only that I don't bother with names of the artists that much," Jun answered, pausing abruptly after realizing he might be insulting Mika with that statement. After all, he really didn't know how much appreciation an artist needs for their work, and maybe by saying bluntly that he doesn't care much about the painter's name and such, it's a direct insult to one who does. Besides, if Jun becomes a writer someday and someone reads his book and didn't bother to read his name, wouldn't he be insulted as well?
"Uhm, yeah, but I don't mean to say that I don't really care..." he mumbled, annoyed at his apparent lack of words. He gave up and inwardly sighed, so when Mika asked him a question, he was more than glad to answer.
"I write random things, mostly stories with usual plots. I like writing down my opinions on everyday things, but still don't think I would qualify as a writer. I'm working on my grammar and vocabulary, so I read as much as I write. Well, actually, I read more than I write. I find myself doing a book report after I finish reading one, and I guess that helps, I suppose." he answered, taking another sip of his coffee, only to find his cup empty. He called the attention of the waiter and ordered another cup and two glasses of water.
"You want another cup, Mika-san?" he asked her before dismissing the waiter.
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Post by Mika Yukio on Apr 22, 2006 18:17:07 GMT -5
She listened to his commentary on art in general and nodded at his later statement, trying to dissipate his obvious discomfort. Yes, in truth, no one seemed to bother much with names these days. It was either that, or people were obsessing over it. Quite funny how that system seemed to work.
"Don't worry about it," she said, playing with the fan. "I think your way of thinking is quite right, since that way, you won't be influenced by names while creating your own art. It's a secure way to not follow tendencies and fashion." She was quite alright with that, actually. She'd much rather have her art appreciated for what the art was, not for what she was. Or rather, who she was.
The brunette smiled. "It's awesome to be able to write down your opinions and express yourself on the paper," she said with a smile. "You should be a journalist," she added, finishing the cup of coffee. "So you like to read...," she grinned. "I do, too, but I usually read a book until one of the trivial moments in the story, stop, illustrate said scene and then go back to reading," she said with a laugh. "So it usually takes quite a lot for me to finish a book." Mika opened the fan and closed it, enjoying the cherry blossom printed material and the absolute misfit it was suffering amidst the papers, pen and empty coffee cup. "Have any favourite books at the moment?"
[OOC: Lol, I should be the one apologising.]
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Post by Jun Seido on May 25, 2006 12:35:50 GMT -5
OOC: -looks at the date and groans- Yikes...
BIC:
Jun was quick to nod.
"Kokoro is my all time favorite, although it's not the best there is, I think. I've tried reading English as well, but I'm still working on deeper translations so some of the English novels I have bought are stored in my room for re-reading," he said.
(OOC: Aye. Jun may have American blood but he's born and raised in Japan so he doesn't have perfect English grammar.)
Finishing his breakfast, Jun remembered his smuggled pet back at the dorm, probably awake by now and hopefully not tearing his bed to pieces. He supposed the steak was enough, so he shrugged and continued his conversation with Mika.
"My mother used to say I devoured books when I was a kid, I really don't remember. But maybe she's just exaggerating, cause with the way I read now, it takes me at least a whole day to get one finished, and you know how moms would go on with praising their kids in front of other people. Sweet but,.." he said, cutting off his sentence with a shrug.
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Post by Mika Yukio on Jun 1, 2006 15:05:54 GMT -5
"I haven't read much of Japanese literature, to tell you the truth, but I have heard of the Heart...," she said, pausing to think about it. Her father seemed to like that novel quite a lot and she remembered how he had once or twice tried to convince her to read it. But Mika didn't read books that others told her to read, she preferred to read what she thought interesting. "It has an interesting argument, maybe I'll read it sometimes..."
"If there's something I've learned from the world of art is that 'the best' doesn't exist," she chuckled. "It's all up to the beholder..." Mika fanned herself and hid a smile. This was getting interesting.
"I was like that, too," she said and laughed. "And still am... in a way. I just expanded my views and discovered something I liked much more than playing with words... " She shrugged. When she was little, she had been a down-right smart ass that played with still unknown words. She had once insulted someone she didn't like with a word that were, in fact, a compliment. She smiled at the memory, her cheeks coloring a bit. That had been embarrassing...
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Post by Jun Seido on Jun 20, 2006 10:13:52 GMT -5
Ah, that was a good point. The best is all up to the beholder. Subjectivity was something that art and literature have in common and Jun had a hard time imagining if the arts have fixed standards; disregarding the human mind's capacity to form opinions.
"I wonder if I will find something else I like besides writing," he wondered out loud, the sudden shift in topic making him wonder again if his brain was attached to his mouth. Jun could surprise himself sometimes; how he could think of one thing and then say something completely unrelated to the first.
"Sorry, that was... just me," he said and grinned sheepishly. The glass of water lay untouched in front of him and Jun decided to rinse his throat from coffee and tiramisu.
OOC: Yeah, I know it looks bad.. -_-
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Post by Mika Yukio on Jun 21, 2006 14:43:23 GMT -5
Mika shrugged. She liked many things and disliked few. The rest just felt distant. Once she knew something more about a thing, she'd get to like it or dislike it, but never did she feel anything else than indifference from the things she was ignorant of. That knowledge, however, can also cause trouble.
"You know, knowing is usually liking or disliking. But knowing too much about what you dislike can get you to wonder why you dislike it. Sometimes, it's dangerous to... 'walk a mile in other people's shoes'," she said, a little nostalgic. Suddenly, she closed the fan and smiled with mischievousness. "Maybe when you get to like someone, you don't need to know why," she remarked, smirk still in place.
[OOC: Sorry, school has been killing me. FINALLY OVER! YAY!]
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Post by Jun Seido on Jul 10, 2006 10:41:47 GMT -5
Ahh, water is really good. Jun felt refreshed after drinking the glass of water in front of him. It actually felt better than smoking, and he wondered whether he should start carrying water jugs now instead of cigarette packs. The thought nearly cracked him up, so Jun decided to zone back into his conversation with Mika.
Oddly, Mika's reply hardly made sense to Jun, even if it made perfect sense when you delve into it. He stared back at her, not knowing what to say, his brain trying to squeeze the words in and process them. Walking a mile in other people's shoes will surely tire me out, he thought stupidly.
"Uhuh... feeling sometimes doesn't have anything to do with knowing, but knowing is better when feeling comes with it. Like playing a musical instrument, for example. One might know how to play a bass guitar, and yet he needs to feel the music in order to play it right," he said, words tumbling out of his mouth.
"But as you said earlier, and what I said after that, if you feel you like someone, questioning that feeling can sometimes be out of the question... uh... but broken hearts can be highly avoided if only people questioned that questionable feeling. Although if they did, then no experience will come out of that situation... no so-called valuable lessons in life... yeah..," he trailed off.
Jun's hand went up to his forehead in slight embarassment. "Maybe I should stop talking now..," he mumbled, a grin escaping his lips.
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