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Post by amtrum on Jul 15, 2008 21:08:00 GMT -5
"Oh duh." He would say as he slapped his head with a small chuckle. Of course they would be the ones that had a sign saying you could touch them. Mathew was content to wait for the crowd to leave these paintings before he really took a look at them. To the eye they really didn't mean much to him, though the sharp edges and the anger of the red painting called to something deep within him. He felt a small tug to that painting, something unconscious within him.
He would turn back to face Jax leaning in close to whisper in her ear when he noticed the people she had pointed out as being the owners all huddled around talking after seeing them. He could only assume it was about them.
"Whats that about?" He would say glancing back over to the owners who were gossiping or something. "I take it this isn't that common or something?" He would say slowly. He had gathered from her reactions outside that she may never had had a boyfriend, or at least a serious one. And while he was not her boyfriend, maybe she didn't have a lot of friends? Introverted artist type?
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Post by Jax~the~painter on Jul 15, 2008 22:21:39 GMT -5
Jax giggled when he realized they were the ones with the sign next to them. She looked at him as he looked at the paintings. It seemed to her that he favored the red one more than the other. It was true that the red one stuck out more, it was much more intense than the blue one. But that was the point. She felt drawn to both of course. After all, she did make them. They took up alot of her time. About 3 months to be exact.
She looked up at Mathew, embarrassed that he saw the owners gossiping and looking over at them. They owners were artists themselves and knew that Jax was really not one to be seen with anyone else. She was always alone. So, they were surprised to see her with anyone, let alone a guy.
"Nothing. They are just silly. I guess you could say that I am usually alone, so they immediately think that you are my...my...um...you know..." she said, avoiding saying the word at all costs.
Her cheeks warmed up as they turned pink. She seemed to blush alot when it came to Mathew. She sighed lightly to try and get rid of it.
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Post by amtrum on Jul 17, 2008 0:41:05 GMT -5
"Boyfriend?" He would offer quietly trying to help her find the right word since she was obviously having trouble coming up with it in her seemingly flustered state. A small smile would appear on his lips when he saw her blushing as he said the word, it was cute how often she blushed. He couldn't think of the last time he had seen someone blush so often. She had a refreshing sense of innocence about her, which in the world that they currently lived in was very rare.
"So which painting is your favorite?" He would ask motioning to the ones in front of them that the people were currently touching and talking around. They were still a bit back away from the group waiting for them to be done. But he could at least see them from where he was at, he wanted to feel them before he judged them fully since that was part of these paintings according to her.
Mathew would take a small sidestep closer to her, still holding her hand in his as he looked upon the paintings again taking them both in. He was still drawn to the red one a bit more so far, it seemed to emanate a feeling of passion. Of something strong burning deep withing. While the blue one gave him a feeling of something colder. More resolve maybe? Hard and smooth like steel while the red one was a raging inferno. Both were good to his inexperienced eye and he was probably way off, but those were what they said to him.
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Post by Jax~the~painter on Jul 17, 2008 22:17:46 GMT -5
Jax's blush deepened when Mathew said the word she for some reason had trouble with. She could see he was looking at her. That made her blush even more. Sometimes she wished she was more experianced with simple things such as relationships, love and physical contact. All those things she seemed to struggle with because she had barely come into contact with any of them. Although now it seemed things were changing. She wondered what else may change...
She looked up at him when he asked her which painting was her fave. A sigh escaped her lips. She wasn't sure. She guessed the one that made her feel good would have to be her favorite. And that one was the blue one entitled: "Justice". The red one however was entitled: "Plague". She liked them both because she felt they were powerful, but in such different ways.
"I am unsure of which one I favor. They both mean alot to me. I worked so hard on them. My paintings are like children to me. I love them both and could never favor one over the other." she said with a proud smile on her face.
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Post by amtrum on Jul 17, 2008 22:40:26 GMT -5
He couldn't really understand that since he wasn't an artist. After all he had his favorite viruses, his masterpieces and his junk. There had to be one that she favored more then the others. Maybe it was a female thing? Maybe as a male he was more able to make a decision on which one was the best? At least to him. Though maybe it would indeed be diffrent if he was an artist.
"Well they are both amazing." He would say as the people in front of them moved on allowing Mathew to step up to the two paintings. Now that he was up close to them he could really see them. He could see the sharp lines of passion on the red painting and the smooth cool lines of resolve on the blue painting.
Mathew would slowly close his eyes and trace his hand along the red painting taking in the feeling of the painting and nothing else. Feeling the rage and determination that the painting represented to him. He felt his own passion burning within him and he also felt something else stir within him.
I like this painting.Reminds me of myself. Though I don't think she caught my good side. I seem to feel a little fat.
The voice would say with a small laugh inside his head. The laugh seemed to echo across the walls that Mathew couldn't help but open his eyes and look back at Jax to see if she had heard the voice in his head. Of course she couldn't but it was so loud that it sometimes still felt like someone should be able to hear it.
Not today, just go away.
He would silently reply to the voice harshly. Thankfully the voice would retreat and he would close his eyes again and move to the blue painting slowing tracing his hands along the smooth lines of this painting. It was certainly more soothing and comforting. It lacked the fire of the red painting but it still had the feeling of something very strong. He didn't feel anything as strong for this painting as he did the other one though but he still was able to feel a deep resolve and determination.
Opening his eyes he would turn back to Jax once again and walk over to her slipping his arm around her waist as he looked down at her with a grin.
"Both are amazing. And it really is something else when you close your eyes and just feel them. It's like it's more natural."
He would say not really being able to describe what he was thinking in a better way.
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Post by Jax~the~painter on Jul 17, 2008 23:01:10 GMT -5
Jax smiled at his compliment. She always like to hear that people enjoyed her art. She had had a few problems with groups of people who had decided to protest her art calling it "controversial" and "offensive". She knew why they thought that, but she didn't understand it. Most of the time people realized that some of her art represented Kira and showed him in a bad light. She didn't care. She painted what she felt and what she saw. A few of her paintings were those who were victims of Kira's wrath. Those particular paintings caused alot of trouble.
She pushed that all from her mind as she watched Mathew approach the paintings and begin to feel them. She was pleased that he closed his eyes while he did it. She felt that keeping your eyes open and touching them kind of defeated the purpose.
Her brow furrowed when he looked back at her for a moment. He almost seemed...troubled for a moment. She shook her head. There she went again, always assuming the worst.
Her negative thoughts her interrupted when Mathew slid his arm around her waist. She felt her cheeks flush. She held back a sigh. When was she going to stop doing that?
"Thank you. It really makes me happy that you think that. I thought the same thing when I painted them. I thought that seeing them wasn't enough." she said.
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Post by amtrum on Jul 18, 2008 0:16:48 GMT -5
"No, touching them really does add a certain something." He would say musingly looking back to the paintings, his eyes still being drawn to the red one. Every time he looked at the red painting he felt something stir within him, something deep and dark. The origin of that voice and he didn't like it. Moving his body with his hand still around her waist he would move them so they were no longer facing those paintings. Turning his face to look down at her he would lean in and plant another small momentary kiss on her lips feeling much more comfortable doing so with each kiss.
"So where are your other paintings?"
He would ask in a soft tone as he glanced around the gallery trying to see if he could pick them out, which of course he could not. He didn't know what to look for at all.
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Post by Jax~the~painter on Jul 18, 2008 0:39:11 GMT -5
Jax blinked when she noticed that he seemed to look at the red one more than the blue one. Did he understand the symbolism of the two? Maybe not. Or perhaps he did, but just didn't want to bring it up. Whenever the subject of Kira was brought up, they both kinda brushed over it. It was quite a heavy subject. She felt that maybe he felt the same way about it as she did. Maybe he thought L was in the right and that Kira was nothing but a murderer. She wanted to know.
But did she really want to ruin such a nice day with him? Did she really want to do that? After all they had said and done? She wasn't sure. Her curiousity about his views began to itch her.
She forgot about that as soon as his lips touched her's. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, even though it wasn't that long. She was begining to get used to it.
Her eyes opened when he pulled away and asked her where her other paintings were. She had to think for a moment, for his kiss fogged her thoughts.
"Oh...The other ones...Hmmm. I think they are back this way..." she said, taking him by the hand and leading him gently toward another room.
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Post by amtrum on Jul 18, 2008 1:00:21 GMT -5
He was having a great day so far. He was very happy that he had approached this girl today, otherwise he likely would have just been bored all day. This was an awesome experience, getting to know art a bit more, being with a cute girl. Hell, they were even going to go dancing later. It was going to be a fun filled day for him.
He would squeeze her hand gently as she started to lead him to another room where he could only assume her other paintings were waiting.
"Alright."
He would say responding as to her as she said she believed that the paintings were in the direction that she was taking them now. "So what are these other paintings of? Are they abstract as well? " He would ask wondering if he would have to guess at what these paintings meant as well or if it was going to be laid out for him.
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Post by Jax~the~painter on Jul 18, 2008 1:17:06 GMT -5
She lead him into the other room, where quite a few other paintings hung. She paused and looked around for a moment. Her eyes caught the next painting that was her's. It was one that was semi easy to understand, but part of it only she knew about. It seemed that secrets were her life. That was kind of the theme for that particular painting.
Squeezing his hand gently, she pulled him over to a wall where only her painting hung. It was 8x8 feet, one of the largest she had done. Painted on the canvas was a portrait of Jax herself. In the picture, her mouth was sown shut and there was a lock and key where her heart was supposed to be. Her skin was patchworked and sown together. On each patch, there was a single letter. Each letter was different. A red and black aura surrounded her. In the painting, her expression was blank and emotionless.
Jax stared up at herself. Her expression was the same as it was in the painting, blank. She had always had mixed feelings about this painting. It seemed to remind her that she was supposed to lie and keep secrets. That she was supposed to keep her heart locked away so no one could touch it. And of course...that she had always been forced to be someone she wasn't.
She decided she would ask Mathew what she wanted to ask. She could think of a no better time. He would tell her while looking at the real her. Not just to her face, but to her being. This painting represented her as a whole.
"Mathew...I know this may seem like an awful time to ask, but I feel this is when I should. I have to know. Tell me, who do you support? Kira or L? Or perhaps you are neutral? Please, be honest." she asked, still looking up at the painting.
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Post by amtrum on Jul 18, 2008 1:33:53 GMT -5
Mathew looked up at the painting of the girl that stood next to him, his eyes moving over the work of art taking everything in. This one was actually a lot easier to figure out. Most of it was pretty blatant, at least to him. But he was always really good with people. From what he could see it represented her fear or inability to be herself. Having to stop from speaking her mind or letting her heart feel she is forced in to the pattern that other people put her in. It was something that he could actually relate with since he was always hiding part of himself. Something inside of him that he hated with the depths of his soul.
He was about to tell her what he thought of her painting when she decided that now was the time to talk to him about Kira. All day they had flirted with the topic. Brushing past it whenever it came up. After all it wasn't really something you wanted to talk about with someone when you first meet them, let alone on the first date. And that was kind of what this had become, a date. Mathew would let out a small sigh as he thought of what to say to her question. He would turn to face her pulling her body slightly so that he could look at her in the eyes.
"Does it matter?" He would ask with a small frown. He already knew she supported L since she had said she admired him greatly. And he had a feeling his own beliefs will be a problem, but he would be honest. He felt no shame for believing what he did.
"Well if you really want to know I suppose I support Kira if we are lumping ourselves in one cam[ or the other. I have nothing against L and I don't want him to die. But, since Kira appeared violent crimes have gone down, I am sure you have noticed it. People that have been wanted by the police for mass murder or rape have been found dead." He would say stating the facts as they were. Cold hard facts, like him or not those facts didn't change. Crime had gone down drastically.
"As for the moral issue he isn't fully in the right but neither is L. I remember his first broadcast to Kira, he used a Death Row Inmate that was scheduled to die to stand in for him to see if he would get killed. The man was going to die true, but so are a lot of the people Kira has killed. Men on Death Row, men rotting in prison. I don't think either one of them is exactly pure." He would say hoping that she at least could keep an open mind. He knew he could and he wouldn't condemn her for believing in L.
"Then you also need to think of the victims and the possible victims of the criminals he judges. People that have lost loved ones or have been violated are now getting justice. People that would have been killed by these serial killers can continue their lives. Store owners don't have to fear the mob cracking down on their business. So I guess if I have to choose a side I would choose Kira. He is waging a war against crime, and just like any war people die."
He would finish looking in to her eyes waiting to see if she passed judgment on him. If she decided that he was too vile to be around now because he thought and felt differently then her. Part of him expected that, but he hoped that she was a big enough person to see him and like him for him, not for what he thought about Kira.
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Post by Jax~the~painter on Jul 18, 2008 1:58:51 GMT -5
Jax felt her heart sink when he said her was a Kira supporter. She hadn't expected that, so she was not prepared. It hit her like a strong gust of wind, blurring her vision and making her feel as if she couldn't think. Her hands clentched into tight fists. She slowly closed her eyes so that she could hold back the tears she felt forming. She took it hard only because of how much she had shared with him. She felt as if this were some kind of joke. A dream maybe. Perhaps she would wake up any second and none of it really happened.
No. This was real. She never really cared about what people believed when it came to religion or politics. She herself never really cared for them. They weren't important as far as she was concerned. But when people were dying...Criminals yes...But she believed murder was awful no matter who it was. She felt no one had the right to pass judgement upon anyone else. Plus, who knows if the criminals in prison were falsely convicted? What if some of the suspects in crimes were falsely accused? Then Kira was killing innocent people.
What was she to do? This was a big issue to her. Was she going to turn and walk away after all she had shown and told him? She didn't know. Her heart ached inside her chest. She knew he was too good to be true. She knew it...
Jax took a step back, pulling out of his hands. She didn't look at him. She didn't think she had the strength. She bit her lower lip and opened her grey eyes.
"I am unsure as to what to say..." she said slowly.
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Post by amtrum on Jul 26, 2008 0:03:23 GMT -5
He would be lying if he said that his heart didn't sink at the look on her face when he said that he supported Kira. His senses seemed to take in everything more then usual as time seemed to crawl forward. Someone coughing a ways off from them, the way her fists clenched. The look she gave him, or well the look she didn't give him in this case. He would be lying if he said he wasn't hurt, but this wasn't the time to just give up and be hurt. He liked her and they connected, it was a disagreement but that was what made interacting with people interesting. By interacting with other people we learn of new ways to define ourselves.
He would take a step closer to her after she moved away and his hand would slowly move to her chin to gently raise her head so that she was facing him. He would put on a small smile trying to reassure her as he let his thumb stroke her chin gently as he looked in to her eyes. She may not have words but he did, because to him nothing had changed.
"You don't need to say anything, nothing has changed in the last ten seconds. We are still the same people, we are still looking at your art, I still enjoy your company, and I still want to take you dancing." He would say hoping that she didn't take it as a reason to cancel on him. The ball was in her court now though.
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Post by Jax~the~painter on Jul 27, 2008 22:01:30 GMT -5
Jax felt her cheeks turn pink slightly as he made her look up at him. Even now, when she was unsure of what to do, she was still a bit flustered by physical contact. She was especially sensitive about her face being touched. No one had ever really touched her face unless they had some kind of malicious intent. But his touch was so gentle and calming. She felt as if she may go into some kind of trance...
No! She had to stay focused. He had just said he was a Kira supporter. That went against everything she stood for. No doubt Kira would try to kill L and that would not sit well with her. She admired him too much and feared what may happen to the world if he died and Kira was free to reign.
She looked into Mathew's eyes. He seemed sincere enough. Not to mention she wanted to look past the face that he agreed with Kira. But...she wasn't so sure she could. Everything she had been taught told her to run away and never look back at him. But she wasn't sure she could do that either.
Nothing would come out of her mouth. She still had no idea what to say. So, she did the next best thing, throwing all her inhibitions to the wind.
She leaned in and kissed him, pushing away everything she had known and been taught. There was passion behind her kiss, but part of it was also desperation to forget what he had said.
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Post by amtrum on Jul 27, 2008 22:13:55 GMT -5
Hahaha you blew it, I hope you know that. You should have lied and said what she wanted to hear.
No, she wanted to know and I am not ashamed of my beliefs. We can work this out, she is probably just in shock.
Hehehe if you say so, but we both know she is gonna leave you.
Then the silence was broken, not by words but by actions. He felt her lips press against his passionately, his eyes would widen in shock not having expected that reaction considering the situation. At first he was stunned but he was able to regain his wits and he would place his hands on her hips returning the kiss passionately. He liked her and he didn't want this day to end on such a sour note. He wanted to continue with this date and take her out to the club. Whether they would actually date seemed doubtful at the moment since his confession about Kira, but it was possible, he could not tell the future.
As he kissed her he would try his best to ignore the laughter inside his head, something that was growing worse and worse everyday and seemed to pop up at the worst time. Today was certainly a more active day for it.
Dimly he was aware of where they were at, which was apparently not a common make out spot. He was aware of the eyes on them and he would reluctantly break the kiss looking down at her, feeling a swelling inside of him tugging at his soul as if that thread that seemed to connect him wanted to pull him inside of her so that they would meld in to one person.
A small blush and grin would form on his face partly from the unexpected kiss, and partly because they were the main attraction for the moment it would seem. He would speak in a low voice so that only she would be able to hear him.
"Maybe this isn't the best place for this... did you want to go somewhere else?" He would ask before glancing at the people that were watching them which would cause them to pretend to be looking at a random painting before looking back at them as soon as his gaze left their direction.
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