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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 12, 2018 14:01:24 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? It had been a while, she realized. This must have been something she'd been missing ever since coming to Japan. She had never really gone out to prowl at night ever since coming here, which she would often do back in NYC. 'Often' was an understatement, really. She had spent every single day on the streets. She lived there. And many walls there had been transformed by her. Ember left her mark in many places, and she realized Tokyo wasn't any different.
Jasmine coughed into her black face mask as a singular earphone played music into her ear, her lilac eyes reflecting the many neon lights around her. The moon hung in the sky ominously, seemingly glaring at her with an eerie disdain. It was on this Saturday morning that Jasmine had decided to forget about school work for a day and hopped on a bus to Tokyo. She hadn't been here ever since she flew into the country, and even that visit was brief at best. She wanted to explore. To see how the large metropolis fared. It wasn't much different from New York, if she was painfully honest. Lots of people, lots of noises, lots of lights. She felt right at home.
The girl had spent most of the day wandering around, visiting this coffee shop or that mall. She walked a few parks, visited a couple of tech shops. She had even found herself in the shady part of the city at one point, which, admittedly, was a little intimidating at first. The day flew by pretty quickly for Jasmine. She had even lost track of time at some point. When she realized that the sky had finally gotten dark, she still didn't feel like going back to Musutafu. So she did something she didn't think she'd be doing tonight; she bought several cans of spray paint, found a random dark alley infested with the blight that were tasteless tags left by dumbasses, and went to work.
Her hair was tied into one long ponytail, hidden behind the hood of a black sweatshirt. Her boots made a shuffling sounds as she stood up from being crouched, having finally examined the canvas in front of her and determined what she was supposed to do next. She took out her phone from her denim short-shorts' pocket, checked the time, took a 'pre' picture of the wall, and grabbed a can of spray paint she had on the ground next to her feet.
Shaking the can haphazardly, the familiar click of the can tickling her chest, Jasmine's eyes were locked on her new canvas as she envisioned what she was going to do to it. Every single contour, every detail, small or large, and every shade of every color. Yeah, this would work.
Without really thinking twice, she began working, the sound of paint being sprayed echoing in the alley, catching the attention of any people passing-by. Then again they didn't really seem to care - they probably saw shit like this day in and day out, which was totally fine by her. A few had stopped to watch her, but most of them were drunk young adults hopping bars. Jasmine was happy that not a lot of people were walking by. They didn't necessarily bother her, per se, but she felt better knowing she was by herself.
Or was she?
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Post by G Hajimari on May 12, 2018 14:49:08 GMT -4
Late night at Tokyo and nothing to do. ....Oh joy.... G had nothing better to, so he once again just patrolled, no, he prowled Tokyo for prey. For easy Villains to smite. He just walked around and looked for any sketchy activity. But so far, he saw nothing. Perhaps his efforts were fruitful, perhaps Villains were now too scared to commit crimes. Well?...That's what he hoped for at least.
But while walking through the streets of Tokyo, G heard a familiar sound. The sound of paint being sprayed, the sound of graffitti. Ah it reminded G of his younger days when he was a young delinquent. But now, he wasnt a young delinquent, he was a Vigilante, no matter what people called him, he considered himself a Vigilante. And graffitti was a no no. He walked up to the person who was spray painting. It was a girl, he snuck behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 12, 2018 19:34:47 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? A singular earphone conveyed music into her ear, making Jasmine bob her head to the slow and mellow beat as she worked to realize her vision. She already had an image of what this piece would be; one of growth. Of refusal to relent to the powers that be. One of stubbornness and the fight for freedom. It felt appropriate, honestly.
As such she coated a good portion of the horrible tag pilfered wall in a layer of blue paint. Then she added another just to give the color some fragrance, adding smidgens of yellow, orange and violet on top to create the color imagery of a sunset... or sunrise, depending on how you looked at it. One spray can in one hand and another in the other, Jasmine casually switched between colors as she went, adding highlights and layers of shadow to give the background of her newest piece more life.
After she was done, she took a short step back and inspected her work. She nodded to herself; this would do. If she went with what she had planned, it was very likely she was going to stay there all night. Which was fine - she didn't want to go back 'home' to her dorm room anyway. That place was dreary and, above all, lonely, making her feel uncomfortable enough to be unable to sleep due to her heightened survival instincts and the paranoia they caused.
A sigh left the female before she continued on with her work, beginning to spray up the contours of a little girl on her knees. Before she could even halfway finish spraying up the sketch, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Her first instinct told her to respond in kind with an elbow to the face of whoever decided to disturb her, but her more sociable sense told her to keep calm. Thus she peered over her shoulder, glancing at who the hell decided to talk to her.
And holy shit what the fuck were those sunglasses? Why were they so bend out of shape? Christ this dude looked like a creep.
"...what?" She asked with an irritated glint in her eyes. The guy didn't say anything. What, was she supposed to read his mind? Fuck outta here. He was likely one of those goody-two-shoes out to tell her she's being a bad girl by painting up the place. Well tough fucking luck because she wasn't going anywhere. And if push came to shove, she wouldn't hesitate to respond in kind. She made that abundantly clear with her body language.
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Post by G Hajimari on May 13, 2018 2:43:25 GMT -4
When the girl finally turned around, he noticed she was probably shocked about his appearance. No doubt she expected a cop or some authority figrure to stop her, not a living wreck like him.
"...what?" was the only thing she said
"Hey kiddo. I know this is gonna be obvious but. Dont do that" G said as he tried to take the spray paint out of her hand. He noticed by her body language that she wasnt gonna stand down. But G didnt care at all. And he made that clear with his body language. If the girl wanted to fight, he would be happy to oblidge and beat some sense into a delinquent. When someone doesnt want to become a better person through learning and knowldegde and NOT graffitti-ing the entire alley. Then G thought that the next best thing is to beat some discipline into them
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 13, 2018 10:05:00 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? "Huh?" She asked, mildly annoyed. She took a step back too keep the oaf off of herself. Her eyes flickered a dangerous crimson as soon as the guy reached for her spray can, a small stream of steam trickling up from her left hand. She was this close to detonation the moment he tried to mess with her shit. But she managed to compose herself. If she had to go, fuck it. She'd go. There was no point in fighting over it. If she fought she wouldn't be able to finish the piece anyway. And, hell, fighting may ruin the canvas she built in the first place. But-
"Don't do what?" She asked as she forced herself to calm down, eyes returning to their usual shade of lilac, "Fix something broken?" Jasmine quickly pointed to the wall she was painting over; from the point of aesthetics, it looked horrifying. A plethora of low quality graffiti was strewn all around, things like Kazu is a fa**ot and worse left painted out in a disgusting shade of dark red, and a plethora of other awfully made tags and other things left left and right, "If you really think that what I'm doing-" she pointed to the canvas she had built and the piece she'd begun. A piece that actually had a fucking message behind it and at the same time hid a part of the horrendous graffiti that littered the alley, "-is bad, then sure, I'll stop. Tokyo's loss, not mine."
Without another word, Jasmine turned back to the wall and crouched down, continuing her work. She didn't need to explain herself further. If this guy wanted to stop her, so be it. She'd walk away without a fuss.
That'd be on his conscience, though. Not hers. She made that painfully clear.
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Post by G Hajimari on May 13, 2018 10:32:59 GMT -4
G rolled his eyes at her excuses. But her excuses were in a way also guilt tripping him. She tried to convince him that she was doing 'art' and that she was probably covering some shitty graffitti messages. And...well... since she insisted so bad, it would have been dumb of him to go in an all out battle over some shitty graffitti. At times like this, he wished he was some real authoritative figure and not a Vigilante. He finally gave in
"Fiiine. Fiiiine. You can graffitti this wall. But only this wall!" G said annoyed. He stepped back to give her space to 'do her art'. He sat down on the floor, crossed his arms and watched her like a watch dog
"Well? Proceed" he said, still annoyed as ever
He was very annoyed that he just didnt know how to resolve things peacefully. He knew how to beat down people and kill them. But pacifism was... a clear issue. While the girl was willing to stop doing graffitti. Something the way she talked about iz just didnt make this satisfying. Tokyo's loss, not hers. He wished he was smart enough to tell some responcible retort on why all graffitti is bad. But he had no clue, so that's why he was now just sitting and patrolling her, while being incredibly grumpy and annoyed.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 13, 2018 13:18:23 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? Jasmine rolled her eyes at his words, "What are you, my dad? Fuck off," she spat, annoyed by the tone he was giving her. The nerve of this guy. Who did he think he was? Some kind of self-appointed police officer? A public servant? Hell, the guy looked like he beat up kids in his downtime. He was hardly someone who should be giving her permission to do what in her mind was a goddamn public service.
Scoffing, Jasmine just ignored his existence altogether. She placed her second earphone into her ear and just let herself be entranced by the music, losing herself in a dark, dark world that she hoped she could make even a tiny bit better. That was her job as a hero, right? Or, well, a soon-to-be hero. To give people hope. And if that entailed painting on walls, she wouldn't complain.
Drowning in slow yet rhythmic guitar riffs, the strums of a bass guitar, the beat of the drums and the melodic tunes of a piano, Jasmine continued working. She fleshed out the girl on her knees. Gave her a saddened, worried expression. Tears. In her hands she held a small white baby dove. Doves symbolized love and peace. But at the same time a dove did as it pleased. It went where it wanted. Unhindered. It was a sign of freedom. Yet this dove was constricted to the ground, its wings injured. The girl was crying for the dove, showing genuine concern which Jasmine was able to perfectly portray.
Jasmine grabbed another can of paint as she stood up. The piece then evolved further as Jasmine began adding two figures above the girl. Her parents. Stern. Angry. They were yelling at the girl. Telling her that she was doing something wrong. That she was that something wrong. Next to the parents she added an uncle. A neighbor. A teacher. All with similar feelings towards the crying little girl.
Eventually, however, as she worked, she started getting annoyed. She felt eyes digging into the back of her skull - or ass. She didn't really care. Thus she pulled out one earphone and, without bothering to turn around, she addressed the guy, "What, you're just gonna stare at me all night? What's your deal, anyway? You some kind of weird-ass looking cop? Or, hell, one of these new licensed heroes? Pretty sure there's bigger fish to fry in Tokyo than watching me paint a wall up," The blonde said as she continued her work.
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Post by G Hajimari on May 13, 2018 13:39:48 GMT -4
G ignored her when she told him to fuck off, he just rolled his eyes at that. He was well aware hat he didnt look like a cop or a hero. Infact, he knew he looked like a criminal. But being a Hero or a Vigilante wasnt a glamourous job. Fighting crime, that was some nitty and gritty stuff. No time to look fancy. You needed to be down to dirt. G thought that fitting in with the criminals was the best way to fight crime. You gain their trust and then you bust them. And by bust them, he meant killing them.
He just ignored all of her sass. She then just turned around and pluged in her 2nd earphone and listened to music. G kinda wished he could do the same, he also wondered what kind of music she listened to. If he had to guess it was either rock or gothic metal...or maybe some edgy teen music.
He watched her spray paint a wall. She drew or graffitti'd a girl on her knees. She seemed to have a sad expression and tears. Well, so, a crying girl on her knees. And the sad girl held a small baby dove. When he saw what was she drawing,he started to feel like shit. He started struggling with his unstable emotions.
While G was dealing with some awoken inner demons,the girl just grabbed another can of paint as she stood up. G glanced every once in a while what she did, to keep her in check. He saw she added 2 figures above the girl, some stern and angry looking people. Were they yelling? She also added 3 more people with similar expressions. He didnt know what the girl was trying to accomplish with this. But the picture just reminded him of his past and it aggitated him and angered him. It reminded him of parents or his father specifically. Hating him for having a Quirk. He started tugging his hair and swearing under his breath. The girl was so into the graffitti and music that she didnt notice it.
As soon as the girl went to turn around to sass him, he stopped tugging his hair and tried to regain composure. Although, his hands were still a bit shaky
"I'm not a licenced Hero. Hell, I dont even know if they exist. Personally I havent come across one. I'm a Vigilante. And Im trying to do good by making sure punk ass kids like you dont try to fuck shit up. I cant fight crime all the time kid. It's simple as that. I'm just doing something different and less violent for once" G explained
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 13, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? As she continued with her piece, occasionally exchanging one color for another, sometimes mixing them up to create a new shade altogether, Jasmine hummed as she listened to the so-called Vigilante's words. She didn't like the way he talked to her, but she supposed the dude had plenty of his own issues. That was made apparent by his troubled tone of voice... and how he looked like he was going a little insane when she peeked at him over her shoulder when he wasn't looking.
"Well by the time I'm done you won't even be able to think of this as me, quote unquote, fucking shit up," Jasmine said with an amused snort, adding more parts to the puzzle she was slowly piecing together. She knew the meaning this particular piece held for her. But she would never reveal it. The way she saw it, it was better for people to develop their own meanings to things. It was better if they put an honest effort into trying to understand something instead of having the meaning fed to them like some kind of dogma. She proceeded to add more shading to the pieces she had already placed. She gave them more detailed expressions, properly accentuated body language, and she edited the background with certain colors accordingly, giving all of it more life.
After having finished with her current pieces, she moved over to the side a couple of steps. Switching spray cans once again, she shook the object in her hand before she started extending her canvas to the side, once again painting over the horrendously meaningless graffiti left behind by gangs, dumbass punks, or whatever other degenerate.
It had already been about two hours since she started, meaning it was nearly midnight. She didn't feel even remotely tired, though, and thus continued envisioning the idea in her head. She started drafting up the girl again, just to the left of the previous piece, as if it was a continuation of a story. This time the girl was a little bit older. And, this time, she had the wings of a dove. These were new and small, almost as though she was a newborn bird. She accentuated the her feathers with a pure white, yet some of them had been stained a troubled crimson. Her expression was horrified as she held a bloody feather in her hands. Her eyes filled with tears as she stared at another figure Jasmine begun creating.
This one was a police officer. Angry. Menacing. Looking almost like the devil.
Even Jasmine had to purse her lips together as she continued, memories flooding her mind. The blonde girl paused for a few seconds, chewing the inside of her own cheek as she inspected her work. Before long Jasmine looked over to the guy staring at her. Upon immediate inspection he looked like he was trying too hard to look okay. Nobody was okay in a place like this at an hour this late. Well, unless they were doing something productive which, despite his words, was clearly what he wasn't doing. Besides, his shaky hands were a dead giveaway, if she were to be painfully honest.
Jasmine sighed as she went back to adding highlights to the two new characters. "So... what kind of shit do you have on your plate, Vigilante?" She asked, her voice a little softer this time, much less aggressive and snarky than it had previously been. The way this was going, they were likely going to be there for a little while. Making conversation seemed only appropriate, honestly. And much less awkward. Besides, the guy seemed like he needed someone to talk to. Jasmine didn't know him, but she'd been a psychiatrist to enough people she didn't personally know back in NYC to know when somebody needed to vent. |
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Post by G Hajimari on May 14, 2018 1:39:15 GMT -4
"Well by the time I'm done you won't even be able to think of this as me, quote unquote, fucking shit up"
G just rolled his eyes annoyed once again. It seemed to him like the only pacifist option he had. The other options were verbally attacking her or just physically attacking her. And he didn't like those two option,so he just kept his mouth shut during her snark
He just sat there on the floor and watched her continue her work. He honestly had no idea what it meant to her. He figured it had some sort of meanaing, but it just made him frown
"Urgh...symbolism... why can't stuff be just straight forward?" he thought and glanced at the 'art' of the kneeling girl holding a dove while being yelled at by a few people
"I mean...I dunno what it means, I could only guess...But...ugh...fuck it. Not looking at it!" he thought
After she finished her first piece of art, she moved on to something else. He kept his eyes on the girl and did his best to avoid the finished artwork, which just bothered him
"Why would she do this? Someone could very much graffitti over this so called 'message of hope'. Because that's what a dove is, right? Hope. But she even drew it like injured and shit. So it means 'no hope'. People are cruel, they're gonna ruin this like within a day or two. Why boher wasting her time? Hell, I could just graffitti a big black X over her work just because it IRRITATES ME!!!" he was still lost in thought. Metally talking to himself
While she was 'working'. G looked at his watch and saw it was near midnight. But, it didnt bother him. He was an insomniac anyway. It was not like he felt sleepy, tired or anything. But he did wonder how the girl was this energetic. Maybe she ate coffee beans and chewed them up good.
He watched her draw the same girl, but older. And now she had the wings of a dove. Small and bloody ones? And a horrified expression as she held a bloody feather? And an angry cop? At first he thought that she practically drew an angel girl who commited suicide, but a cop doing fit the picture
"Did she draw a girl after her first kill?" he mentally asked himself. After all, that was the only conclusion someone like him could come to.
He then noticed the blonde girl turning around and staring at him
"What now??" he didnt say it, he thought it. G wanted the girl to be the first one to say something.
And the girl, did indeed speak first
"So... what kind of shit do you have on your plate, Vigilante?" she said this in a surprisingly less snarky and sassy tone. It was...more softer?
Honestly, G didnt expect this at all. He wondered why was she like this all of the sudden
"I'm an insomniac" he knew that wasnt the answer she looked for. He spoke the truth that he couldnt sleep. But that wasnt his real problem at the moment, his inner demons were. But he couldnt say this to a kid. What could he say? That he was hated for having a Quirk so he snapped and became a criminal and then later a killer. And now that he wants to become a better person. This girl would instanty call the police if that happened.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 15, 2018 13:57:36 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? Once again a soft hum left Jasmine's voice, acknowledging the male's words quietly. While, normally, I'm an insomniac wouldn't be much to go on, really, Jasmine was able to tell something was off. It was just something about his mannerisms and the way he said what he said that caught her attention. In most cases, people didn't lose sleep over nothing. Especially since the blonde doubted this was diagnosed by an actual specialist in that particular field or some kind of doctor. No offence to the guy but uh... look at him. He looked like a mess.
"Why?" Jasmine asked softly, yet still wasn't quite looking at him. "Something happen? Did something you shouldn't have? I've got experience with both so you might as well pull that stick out of your ass and speak up. No point in you just sitting there admiring the view," she said, turning over her shoulder to give him a slightly irritated glance. She swore if he kept staring at her ass she'd actually throw a proverbial grenade at him.
Afterwards, she continued her drawing on one of Tokyo's walls. The initial piece of the puzzle was done and she was focusing on the second part. No, she hadn't killed anyone. She had only just developed what separated her from the crowd; what made her special - her quirk. And the blood and the police officer were there to symbolize how much society hated her for it. How much they misunderstood her. The next part was again the girl, this time sitting on a lone chair being screamed at by her mother. This time, however, she didn't cry. Her head slumped low as she simply listened to her mother's tear-filled, angered voice. Jasmine purposefully made the background a little gray, static-like. Because that's all it was. Noise. Noise that could drive a person insane if they let it consume them. She knew - it was what happened to her.
All of the naysayers. Everyone who hated her. Everyone who tried to bring her down. To hurt her. Kill her. She'd been through it all. She'd veered off her path still, at one point, accidentally stealing someone's life. An event that she'd never, ever forget. Her first casualty. The very casualty she swore would be her last. It carried and weighed on her at the same time, making her pause even now, years later.
Her hands had begun shaking a little. Jasmine tugged on her wrist and attempted to control her breathing. One two. One. Two. The shakes had calmed several moments later but were still very much present. She soldiered through them - not much she could do about it now without her meds. |
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Post by G Hajimari on May 15, 2018 14:20:43 GMT -4
She started asking question and that just further irritated him. What did she try to do now? A psychoanalysis. He sighed and said "Did something happen? Yes. Did I do something I shouldnt have? Oh yes, terribly yes, many yes. And lastly, if you think Im staring at your ass, you're sorely mistaking. I prefer tiddies over ass. But y'know, you're turned toward the wall, so Im watching your back. And even then if you did face me. I wouldn't stare at your boobs. Im not some creeper who's into minors. So just....shut up and...do that thing you're doing. I want to be done with this"
He watched her art, and honestly, he hated symbolism. He hated 'open to interpretation' art. It was just a hidden Rorschach Test. G was sure this art had some meaning to the girl. But to him, it was meaningless and hopeless, he wondered why would this so called 'art' be even on the streets.
During this whole time, he kept a close eye on her, until he noticed something very familiar. The girls hands were shaking...Much like how his were just moments ago. This time, he decided to ask questions
"So... Tell me kiddo. Did you have some trauma or haters?"
G had his own little theory of why the girls hands shook. He could only imagine because someone hated her because of her quirk. After all, thats what happened to him. But he wasnt sure, so he decided to ask a little vague question and not be blunt for once.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 15, 2018 15:38:03 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? Jasmine rolled her eyes at his words; Christ, was he always this rude? she thought to herself, feeling a little annoyed. "You're welcome to just leave, y'know? I didn't ask you to stay here and be my guard dog and I'm pretty sure you can tell I'm not here to cause trouble. There's literally a thousand other things you could be doing other than staring at a sixteen year old. That's just creepy, dude," she said, her tone dry and monotonous, almost as though she had no interest in the conversation altogether. Admittedly, that wasn't wrong. Jasmine was usually the snarky type. She'd throw shade with the guise of humor at just about anyone. This situation was a little different, though. She wasn't in the mood for none of it. All she wanted was to be left alone to do her thing. But apparently the world had other plans for her.
Eventually the drawing shifted and the mood utterly changed. The girl was being recreated once again, yet this time she was a little different. As opposed to the child that she was before, now she was a young adult, about the same age as Jasmine herself. Yet she was still bland. Tired. The expression on her face dictated passiveness and an utter surrender to the system, almost as though there was nothing to even live for. She then drew silhouettes of people around her, staring at her with glowing, judgmental eyes. She was a Quirker. She was different, and thus feared and hated. People often hated what they didn't understand or what they themselves weren't a part of. That was just how things worked in their broken society.
The girl blinked several times when the guy spoke up. Oh wow he's actually starting up a conversation himself now, she thought, a little surprised. With the way things were going she thought one sentence answers were all she was going to get. "You could say that," Jasmine said. "I'm not exactly from Japan. Back at home, people with quirks weren't exactly... liked. People got hurt. Bad. We lived on the streets, some kids and I. Lots of them... didn't make it. I barely made it. And I've made many questionable decisions because of it. Some that would land me in the can if anyone knew about them," as Jasmine spoke, her tone sounding emotional and borderline lifeless as she recalled what had happened to her back in NYC, she continued her drawing. This was the reason for her PTSD, her apathy and her at times dysfunctional emotions. Seeing so many people die at such a young age took a toll on her. She couldn't even begin to explain what that felt like.
To the side, she began drawing a girl again. However this time she wasn't alone. This time she was shielding a boy from those very same silhouettes. She was protecting him. Like she had been that dove. Only, this time, she was strong enough to stand against those who were screaming at her when she was young. This time she had the strength to protect those who needed it.
"But I had to keep on walking. Life doesn't stop just because it's a little hard for you and nothing's going to change if you don't try to be the change. So I fought. As hard as I could. Almost died several times," she continued her explanation as she continued drawing the girl's 'draft' which she would fill fill up and add color to later. She was now using her drawing to make a point. To help show her story. To help visualize it for this guy who she knew nothing about.
The next part of the piece was the boy, crying. Yet he was crying tears of relief. Possibly even joy. The girl, however, was smiling. She was happy. For the first time in a long, long period of her life, she was happy. She had done something she wasn't able to before. She had done something that nobody had expected of her. On the contrary - they expected the complete opposite. And she proved all of them wrong.
"I stepped on a few necks. Proved everyone wrong because fuck all of them. They don't get to tell me what I am or what I'll be," while she spoke, she quickly sketched out the last piece of her puzzle. The girl, this time a fully fledged adult, proudly standing atop a building, her wings proudly on display. She was smiling. Despite what everyone said, she was a now a Hero. Jasmine turned to the guy; she knew she was rambling. Probably shouldn't have said half of what she did. But this topic was a sore one for her. She couldn't really help it. She pointed directly to the latest drawing, "I choose who I want to be and that's the fucking end of it. Anyone who disagrees with me can get fucked." |
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Post by G Hajimari on May 15, 2018 15:56:20 GMT -4
At first she was sassy once again and continued her drawing on the wall. She was right, he could have just left. But kids were little turds. They play nice when authority is around, but as soon as authority leaves, they turn to shit that they are. G was sure that as soon as he leaves that the girl would do average delinquent graffitti.
He kept an eye on the art that she was making, but she irritated him so much about the ass talk that. He almost...almost glanced down there, but quickly stopped himself
"Nope. Noooope. I'll do that in 2 years. She's still too young. Eyes on the prize....which is sadly art in this case" he mentally told himself
After he tried to start the conversation the girl finally spoke up. So he just sat there and listened to her. He thought if they had a similar situation. She wasnt from Japan, so she was also an immigrant. G was as usual bad with words. But maybe, as a Vigilante, maybe his duty was to sympathise? Maybe? He wasnt sure if he should try to cheer her up or if she needed cheering up at all.
Before he spoke, she talked some more and he let her finish her little monolouge. Which after that, he didnt know what to say. It seemed like she went through similar stuff, but ended up better then him. G felt a little jealous of her actually. It seemed like they were both hated for having quirks. But where he snapped, she grew stronger.
"So...a fellow immigrant, eh? Judgung by the accent.....Are you from the east coast?.......well...eh....arrgh" He tried to speak but he was so terrible at it,he had no idea how to speak to her, so his sentences, questions and subjects were all disjointed. He wanted to ask her about her or her past more, get to know the stuggles and hurdles she faced and passed, but he felt that would open more of his old wounds. So instead, he directly asked her about the art and avoided that subject
"What are you drawing. Tell me what does that represent to you??"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 16, 2018 14:57:32 GMT -4
The choir sings, the church bells ring
So, won't you give this man his wings? Jasmine blinked a couple of times, taking a short pause. Eventually a quiet snort and a chuckle left her mouth as she lowered her face mask from her face, "All of that and that's the only thing you say? Good job, weirdo. And yeah. East coast. NYC." Jasmine explained, returning to her drawing. Clearly the dude had trouble with words. That was kind of obvious considering how many times he tripped over them while trying to form a coherent sentence. A part of her wondered if he was slightly autistic, actually. I mean it wouldn't really be surprising.
But anyway.
Since Jasmine had only sketched out a lot of these new characters in this story of a drawing, she began adding more color, more shadows, more highlights. She occasionally mixed them up to make something new or to make something 'pop' and take the focus of that particular part of the piece, like she had done with the bright crimson blood on the girl's snow-white wings before.
The blonde girl hummed at the question, a part of her deep in thought. She knew what she wanted to portray with the initial idea of the drawing. Her drawings had this way of often eluding her, however. Like this particular one now. She wasn't intending on making it this big of a story but... the conversation she had with this dude, as minuscule as it was by comparison, made her go a little overboard and before Jasmine knew it the piece had developed into a story of its own.
"Well... I'd say it represents hope, as corny as that sounds," Jasmine began, never once stopping her work. "A girl who was never loved being thrown into a world that doesn't understand her. That fears and hates her. And she still manages to find her way through all the bullshit and become what she wants to be." As she spoke about it, Jasmine couldn't help but be reminded of how much this represented her own life. After all her own bullshit, she was now at Yuuei, one step closer to her dream. She wasn't exactly there yet, but she was getting there.
"It's kind of like a... beacon? Yeah, I like the sound of that. A sign that no matter how fucked up your life is, you can achieve what you want so long as you keep at it, y'know? People are going to hate what you are and hate you for trying to prove them wrong but I feel like as long as you spit in their faces and try to be everything they think you aren't... you'll make it. I mean, just the fact that I'm standing here proves that and that it's better to live on your feet than die on your knees."
She then momentarily turned to the guy, "I'm Jasmine, by the way. Figured you should know who you're so openly stalking. And feel free to at least try to talk. Or are you going to have me monologue-ing all night? That's kinda depressing, dude." |
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