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Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 11, 2010 4:27:58 GMT -5
Bright. Vibrant. Serene.
The three words that instantly entered his mind, as his walk continued along the halls of the gallery. Paintings, paintings, and more paintings etched across the walls, portraying different expressions and images. Each was to its own style, yet there was still something so common about all of them. Something that made each come alive, pulling curious eyes to its image. The paintings were undisturbed in their silence, in the silence they brought upon the whole gallery. Occasional murmurs and words of whispers floated to other ears, but they were eventually hushed.
For that, he was grateful. He had only ever come here once, but that time had been a vague run-through, a sort of come-through-the-door-take-a-peek-and-get-out type of look. His metal steps made no sound on the glistening, ornate floor. His steps slow, his eyes darted from painting to painting, narrowing his eyes at each and every one of them.
Art.
Something he had never thought of, throughout the time of his life. His lips curved ever so slightly into a smile. A form of expression – something the people here appreciated very much, and even went to the trouble of building such a grand place for such minute, beautiful things.
A particular painting caught his eyes, stopping him from his tracks. He moved closer to the painting, narrowing his eyes slightly. It gave an abstract, with the way the red cloak seemed to be engulfed with the black darkness. It was such a simple image, but it held so much meaning. His eyes studied the way the red seemed to move, how it easily gave way to the dark abyss.
His faint smile started to lessen, his eyes glinting.
And then he started to wish he hadn't come at all.
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Post by Lea on Dec 16, 2010 16:03:44 GMT -5
An art gallery wasn't really Axel's idea of a good time. He was more of a theater guy, honestly, but he'd convinced himself to drop by for old times' sake. After all, he was anything but a shut-in, and even Nobodies got bored. (Not that being able to nap anytime he wanted wasn't a huge upgrade from Xemnas's idea of a mission.)
The place was anything but familiar, though. The paintings ranged from the intensive and photorealistic to the simple and possibly finger-painted. Axel stood in front of one canvas painted entirely blue except for the bottom and glared. Someone got PAID for this? According to the panel next to it, the piece was about emotion. Axel couldn't feel emotion, but he was pretty sure that if he had a heart he'd be annoyed.
Eye for an eye.
Jade flickered right, then left, and finding himself alone--and since the burn of cinnamon had left his mouth a long time ago--Axel calmly plucked out his gum and pressed it smack dab in the middle of the canvas.
Boom. Art.
He didn't expect to get away with it but he wasn't worried. Worst case scenario some art student from the Sanctuary got a laugh and he got banned from this place where they put a stupid blue canvas in the same category as the detailed print of a queen down the hall, boo hoo. Meantime, he hadn't spotted anything that looked like Naminé's work--except that dark one. Even that one didn't look like one of hers--Naminé always left a lot of white space--but the mood of it reminded him of something specific, he just couldn't remember which...
A stranger obscured it from view, and Axel blinked. The guy looked a bit like the painting come to life, at least in color. At first Axel thought he'd seen that tattered red somewhere before, but in the end he couldn't place it. Still, better safe than sorry.
"Yo, tall dark 'n gloomy. That one yours?" It definitely looked like it could've come out of this guy, and with the weird kind of wear it wouldn't surprise Axel. But plenty of people across the worlds had been dressed funny, and from the few he'd run into now and again Axel knew better than to outright assume.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Jan 5, 2011 23:01:43 GMT -5
He thought to touch it.
No presence lingered about him, no interruption to befall his moment. To be honest, he didn’t know what would be achieved by doing that. He wasn’t drawn, nor feeling obliged to – he was just, intrigued. Art was never something he thought about, let alone be intrigued by. Rarely did he feel curious, or drawn to, or even felt just the twinge to enquire about anything. And to witness an art that looked to portray the very feelings he felt – well, that was rare. So very rare in fact, that it left him pondering, left him to decide on staying. Yet there was a part of him that wanted to leave. A part of him that wanted to erase the image from his mind, to never have it as a part of his memory. For whoever decided to make this painting drew his mind to the past, way before he met Cloud and the others. Back to when he was dead, to when he felt the overwhelming power Chaos flowing through his veins. To when all he could do was to let the Darkness dwell in his heart, let it seep in his system and become a part of him.
Such a painting shouldn’t exist.
His eyes darkened as they narrowed, his body stationary. His face expressionless, only his eyes spoke of words and emotions.
Still, it didn’t take long for his contemplation to be disrupted.
“No, it’s not.” [/i] He let his eyes linger on the painting for a few more seconds, not particularly wanting for the moment to end this badly. With a sigh, he turned his attention in turn, towards him who called for his attention. Rubies wavered to the painting in front of him, then back to his face. “But I guess you’ve marked your own.”[/i] [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Lea on Jan 17, 2011 13:21:18 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry this took so long! |D I didn't see you posted.]
Man could that guy get absorbed in a painting when he wanted. Maybe it was a heart thing? Axel could dimly remember being moved by certain types of music, which was one reason he'd kinda liked Demyx in spite of the pointlessness, but not pictures. That was like getting all maudlin over something Naminé drew, he didn't see it.
Since the stranger was that distracted, Axel was about to walk away even with that first response--but he shrugged at the next few words. "Nah. 'M not really the artsy type. Theater's more my gig," he added. He didn't think the stranger'd spotted him, especially when he was that fixated on a bunch of paint, and even if Vincent had then Axel wasn't about to start caring. Even if he could, that was just putting too much emphasis on a stupid canvas.
"Know the artist, then? It looks kinda like you." It was small talk, but Axel excelled at small talk and generally only lapsed into it when he wanted information--in this case, the origin of his brooding friend. Symphony was great or something but there hadn't exactly been a way out, and he still had Roxas to find if he could--Sora if he couldn't--since there was way too much going on back home for Axel to cool his heels here. The more he knew about how the others got here, the more likely he'd find a way back.
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