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Post by ryuzakiryuga on Apr 16, 2011 22:27:26 GMT -5
Honestly, with a few computers, TVs, and game systems, Ryuzaki could live here. The art, the architecture, he loved it. He was glad he got the job here. He examined the Da Vinci section of the museum. Seriosuly, did they raid the Vatican and every major museum in the world? The Vitruvian Man, the Mona Lisa, and even the Last Supper were all there. It was not even time for work yet; he was here since he had finished his last classes. He smiled, admiring all of the beauty he saw in every painting he was examing. Then, his eyes turned to the abstract art form. He frownedat the lack of definition. He understood why the abstract form was so popular, for it allowed the artist to basically become the painting. The painting became an extension of the artist himself. Unfortunately, it seemed the hearts of the artists assembled here lacked. Definition of their true selves. It saddened them a bit, for he saw the talent in each painting. Oh well, it was his shift, and it was not his job to critique the art, just show it to the tourists and let them decide it for themselves.
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Post by kishijoten on May 20, 2011 19:23:47 GMT -5
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~They say I'm seeking up the danger~ | |
So her first day in this place and the first place she picked to go see? The art museum, why did it have to be this place? Well may as well get the place she liked least out of the way first. Then mess around with all the fun stuff like computer games and the like. Grinning at the concept the girl made her way in to the establishment.
On her back sat a bag, she had a strappy top on today hair down so that it complimented her figure. A hoodie was tied around her waist with a metallica symbol on the front of it. Of course only the plain back could be seen so it didn't draw attention to her backside.
As for her lower half? She wore some loose jeans and some skater like shoes as she found them comfortable and she knwe she was going to be doing a lot of walking around today.
Stopping at the entrance she paid the fee and then walked inside. Looking around the place she now realized maybe her choice of clothing wasn't the best for a place like this and half thought about just... Burning the place to the ground because of all the egotistical pricks that probably lurked in every room. The world would be a muuuuch better place without them in her own little mind.
Whistling a happy little tune to herself as she walked she got some odd looks here and there so shut up.
"So apparently I'm not allowed to have fun? Bloody hell, it's like being in a church or something." A grumble as she stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked onwards eyes shifting around before she walked in to someone and staggered backwards a little.
"Irk! Sorry!... Didn't mean to do that, I'm such an eidjit sometimes." An appologie from her as she stood there hands in her pockets still staring at the person she'd walked right in to. Now. How would this play out? Knowing her luck? Proooobably bad.
| [cs=2] ~That one day you won't let me go~ |
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Post by ryuzakiryuga on May 20, 2011 19:26:38 GMT -5
Ryuzaki fell over onto one of the abstract sculptures when the girl. Great, what a first day, knocking over art. He felt a sense of guilt overtake him. Great, and he discovers his conscience. This day was just a treaure trove of bad things coming to him. Hopefully, he could look forward to a good night's sleep. His boss began yelling at him.
"Yes, yes, sorry, sir, your son's? No, not on purpose, but not a bad idea. No, sir, I would not think of vandalizing your property, sir. Yes, sir, thank you, sir." He turned to the girl standing before him, hands in her pockets. She did not seem to be the artisitc type.
Irk!Sorry!...Didn't mean to do that, I'm such an eidjit sometimes. He had already somewhat analyzed her personality from that one apology. It was an odd talent of his.
"It is fine.... I work here... Do you need a tour?" He was not very good with his words, a reason why he had taken this job. He needed to improve his interactions with others. It was one of his very few weaknesses, but it was a glaring one.
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Post by kishijoten on May 20, 2011 20:07:25 GMT -5
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~They say I'm seeking up the danger~ | | She watched as the guy fell backwards a corner of her mouth tugged upwards in to a grin almost. He was knocking shit over and she only bumped in to him! This was.... Needless to say... AWESOME! She was messing something up and it all seemed like an innocent accident.
"Yes, yes, sorry, sir, your son's? No, not on purpose, but not a bad idea. No, sir, I would not think of vandalizing your property, sir. Yes, sir, thank you, sir." The guy was being yelled at and Kishijoten just stood there watching the words go back and forth between the two men. Blinking a few more times with a sort of bewildered look on her face she noticed the confrontation was over and now the guy was looking at her.
"It is fine.... I work here... Do you need a tour?" An arch of the brow. Well the guy seemed nice enough not like most of the snotty nosed jackasses that were in here. To be honest? She wanted to just give that sculpture a push and let it shatter so that the boss guy would get pissed off.
"Well I guess so... I mean... It's not like I actually know my way around the place and who knows? Maybe you can actually get me interested in big art pieces like these. Hopefully it won't turn me in to a stubborn ass snobby bitch like the rest of the people in here." She said it loud enough for all to hear, yet made it seem like it wasn't directed at anyone in there, of course the rest of the more 'higher-class' people here turned their noses up at the girl. That only made her want to make the situation worse. Who were they to judge her? They didn't know her. They didn't care so why even bother looking at her? If they don't like it? Then they shouldn't listen. Simple really.
Sighing before she shifted on her feet she looked to one painting. Heading right over to it.
"What's this one about?... I'm assuming there's a ... Reason or something behind it..."
| [cs=2] ~That one day you won't let me go~ |
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Post by ryuzakiryuga on May 20, 2011 20:54:39 GMT -5
Ryuzaki blinked when he heard the comment about snobbery. THAT was what he wanted art to be associated with. Then again, he examined the people in the building. High society types, people that could buy most of the gallery for themselves or at least looked the part of it.
"Well, right, probably can't change people from who they are; so, maybe you ARE a snob?" Her eyes fell upon Picasso's Woman with a Flower. Oh, he liked that piece.
"Hm, Picasso's Woman with a Flower, it's an interesting piece, very open to interpretation. It really is what you make it to be, as with most art. To me, it is a depiction of a past mistress..." He became lost in thought for a second. Then, snapping back to reality like a rubberband, he said, "Although, I am not able to give an actual opinion, since I'm an employee. I'm afraid opinions are subject to the firing of the opinion originator. Anyway, we should continue the tour." He led her a ways to the Renaissance collection and pointed to a replica of Michaelangelo's David
"This is a replica of one of the most famous sculptures in history. Unfortunately, their deep pockets are not slave over ALL art here..."
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Post by kishijoten on May 21, 2011 9:48:39 GMT -5
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~They say I'm seeking up the danger~ | |
"Well, right, probably can't change people from who they are; so, maybe you ARE a snob?" Kishijoten's eyes narrowed at the man, did he REALLY want to start a fight with her? She'd take her shoe of and beat him to within an inch of his damn life if he pushed it. She didn't care who was around.
"Yeah sure that's why I wear normal clothes and don't walk around with my head held high judging most people that are around me. Look don't get me wrong you seem like an okay guy but I only came here to take a look. Never stepped in an art museum apart from today." She told him the truth, she wasn't going to lie but enough of that.
"Hm, Picasso's Woman with a Flower, it's an interesting piece, very open to interpretation. It really is what you make it to be, as with most art. To me, it is a depiction of a past mistress..." She arched a brow. It looked a little odd to Kishi to be honest.
"Although, I am not able to give an actual opinion, since I'm an employee. I'm afraid opinions are subject to the firing of the opinion originator. Anyway, we should continue the tour."
"Mhmm sure, to be honest that woman with a flower painting? It looks like you could tell an audience anything your heart desires and yet they'd still believe it. I guess that's the joy of abstract art really." Yes she knew a little here and there but it was just her own opinion, nothing important.
"This is a replica of one of the most famous sculptures in history. Unfortunately, their deep pockets are not slave over ALL art here..." She blinked a few times walking around the piece.
"Well.... The pose is very simple, the stature relaxed, the actual proportions are... Spot on from what I can see. Even if it is a replica? It's still got all the features of the real thing correct? The only difference is that the artist's hands weren't on this particular piece. So what's the big deal about if it's the original copy or not? It's supposed to be here for people to enjoy right?" Perhaps a little in depth but that was her view on the whole thing. Though she was quick to compliment and actually held her critisisms back in her own mind. She wasn't an artist so she wouldn't know what to look for and that was exactly why she held back.
| [cs=2] ~That one day you won't let me go~ |
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