Just Looking [Open]

[Vinegar ##]

Claire Moretti

A smile curved upon her lips and she gazed upwards at the massive doors towering above her. They made her feel tiny and significant as she stood before them. Everything about them was magnificent and glorious from the deep ebony they were made out of to the miniscule, detailed pattern engraved into the wood, it created a scene one that she didn’t fully understand. She daren’t touch the entrance to the gallery with her bare hands, pulling her sleeves over both fists she fastened her hands upon the smooth golden handles and using the entire force of her body she pulled.

The doors were heavy and refused to move at first but eventually, with a tremendous shudder, they revealed the world within. It was a perfect world. One that she wouldn’t mind giving her life up just to be there for eternity. Every inch of the room was clustered with art even if it didn’t look like art because even the way the walls were painted and the patterns in the floor, that too was art, at least that’s the opinion Claire held.

She took a moment to just absorb the setting before keen grey eyes sought out individual pieces. It had been several days since she had been here last, back then she’d had to leave quickly due to prior appointments and lugging all her art supplies around was slightly ridiculous. The girl had been glad to get rid of them in order to chat with the author of the book, although she was considerably disappointed that instead of her the author had instead decided to use another artist to illustrate her book despite all this enjoyed chatting with the woman and she secretly hoped that maybe she’d be considered for the next book or be suggested to a friend.

She felt quite bad making Keith take her all the way here only to run off as soon as they arrived, she’d completely forgotten all about the meeting having been caught up in painting. The brunette hoped that he wouldn’t think too badly of her and as she leisurely browsed through the endless displays within the gallery her eyes remained unfocused instead lazily searching through the people in search for the man she’d met at the graveyard.

She secretly hoped that he too would be there but even if he wasn’t here today she’d come the next day, after all looking at that displays was a passion of hers and therefore she didn’t mind it too much.

((I don't like it at all -_-))

[Kanchana]

Keith Ruan turned his head, everytime the door opened he hoped to see that young, familar face. So far, he had been dissapointed.

The colours, the pictures were all his. Hours, he had spent hours putting this show together and finally it was happening. His uncle had given him the money to buy the place, but Keith had already paid him back.
The door opened once more and he smiled, it was her. He wondered if she would notice..

His long strides brought him to her side, a kind warm smile on his maw as he spoke.
"You came," he said and it was clear those words seemed to mean a lot more. His green-grey eyes searched her face and the smile stayed put.
"Did you get the deal?" he asked, knowing that her painting was well and truly good enough for whatever they had been for.




OOC: I do ^^ soz for the horribleness :/

[Vinegar ##]

Claire turned her gaze on him with a soft smile. She was pleasantly surprised to find that he was in fact here today, even though some small part of her had expected to see him, she had initially been unsure as to whether he would be here or out taking photographs. That he was here delighted her immensely.
“Of course I came. I did say that I would see your work after all.” The brunette teased, gently tugging at a stray strand of hair that was tickling her nose, she lifted her hand slowly and indicated to the piece they were currently stood before.

It was a magnificent one of great contrast, the deep dark tones supporting and strengthening the soft pale colours, as soon as it had caught her attention she’d been immediately drawn to it, much like a moth drawn to a flame, she just hoped she didn’t get burned. “Maybe next time.” Claire told him brightly. “This piece, what’s it called?” She wondered aloud, purposely ignoring the fine print displayed underneath the work of art.

[Kanchana]

He chuckled, smiling as he heard the familar voice. He was suprised to know she didn't get the deal, he doubted there had been a better painting then hers. But then, people these days.
"Liath Réalt," he murmered, fingers running over the painting lightly and shot her a smile.
"Its Irish for grey star," he said and pondered for a moment before resting a hand on her arm and steering her towards the pack wall. He placed her in front of the large picture there, the center piece of the show.
"This is my newest piece," he whispered and smiled shyly, wondering what she thought.

It was the picture from the graveyard, of her. The fog seemed to glide around her, a slight breeze ruffled her pulled back brown hair. She was smiling, concentrating with her tongue between her lips. She looked like a goddess, the way the rising sun shone its light down on her.


OOC: *head desk* soz it has taken soo long...as well as it having taken so long to be really bad.. One more week of school! then hols, so hopefully better posts are coming.

[Vinegar Guest]

Claire peered over her shoulder at the man, he was haloed in the gaps of her curtained hair, a sight that made him appear quite amusing and so she grinned brightly. It was good to see him. Her eyes followed his lips as he spoke, “Liath Réalt” She repeated, her pronunciation for the foreign words was poor but it was still such a pretty name for a magnificent piece of work.

“Ah.” She stuttered catching sight of the piece he’d directed her to. “That’s me.” She pointed out regardless of the fact it was quite obvious. Claire smiled widely; he must be a superb photographer if he could manage to get her to look that good. “Don’t you have to ask my permission to publish photographs of me?” She teased nudging him with her elbow gently. She really didn’t mind at all, everybody should be able to see this man’s works of art. Work that was so good it looked like something god had crafted.

Terrible, sorry. Can’t seem to write her. I think maybe I’ll create another character or something that I can use when I love my muse for one. I have Dave for that I suppose, I have no idea what type of thread to create for him though

[Kanchana]

He smiled at her playful tone and bobbed his head.
"I hoped you would see it first, then agree to it," he grinned, studying the picture a moment longer.
"So do you mind?" he asked and paused once more "and it is still needing a name..."

The picture was one of his best, even if she didn't want it up on display he could use it as folio work to show customers.
"Any ideas?" he asked, dragging his eyes to stare at the real beauty from the photograph.

People moved in groups around them, their thick coats not needed inside but still good to keep them warm from the icy wind and lightly falling snow flakes.
He smiled at her, looking at the same angel the master piece showed. She was perfect, he knew that, and would look perfect in every photograph. That much he was sure.



OOC: haha lol, yea sorry it has taken me so long..but been kind of busy sadly..I have a few plots in mind if you were looking for some longer threads to post in..and *hugs* its horrible I know..

[Vinegar ##]

For several moments she stared at the reflection of herself in deep thought. Nothing rose to her mind immediately, she’d always been terrible at naming things, something that resulted in most of her paintings being ‘untitled’ but then again if they weren’t going to be shown in some big, old fancy exhibit then they really didn’t need names after all.

“I think...” She started lifting a hand and gently placing it onto the photo, tilting her head slightly to the side and squinting at the painting. “Maybe something to do with the colour gold.” Claire shifted her hand indicating to where some of the headstones were golden in the strange dawn light.

It was as her eyes drifted slowly to the door that she noticed the drifting snowflakes for the first time, when she’d first come in the clouds were still in the horizon and snow had yet to fall. “We should make a snowman.” The brunette declared proudly with a small laugh. “When the snow’s deeper.” She gifted him with a polite smile. “You can think about it all, the name and snowmen whilst having coffee with me!” The young woman informed him bluntly, gently placing her hand onto his arm and tugging him away from the photo.

((I’d love to hear about these plot ideas, so long as you haven’t forgotten them n my absence . Is our thread set in winter?))