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hadriel_logs2018-08-16 09:45 pm
wantsnudes) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-08-16 09:45 pm
Entry tags:
believe in another day, live another day
Who: Yusuke Kitagawa and open
What: Local artist/Phantom Thief keeps his mind off his problems by staying busy. Results are mixed.
Where: Various
When: After this, early-mid August
Warnings: tbd
i. DRAWING
Yusuke's latest artistic endeavour has turned his attention to the clinic, and at Kate's request, he's been taking his time to try out different designs for what might be a mural to decorate its walls, as well as smaller designs for inside the building. Yet he's getting frustrated: his mind is elsewhere completely, and so anything he draws keeps appearing dull, uninspired, or just technically bad.
Which is why one might find him sitting outside the clinic, angrily muttering at his sketchbook, scribbling out drawings he's found some minor flaw with, or else tearing out pages altogether and throwing them aside in frustration with an angry, "This is unacceptable!"
ii. TRAINING
In the late evening is Yusuke's favourite time to train. With most people asleep, it's the best time to adorn his Phantom Thief attire as Fox. He has a set obstacle course he rehearses along the cliffs, leaping from rock to rock with almost unnatural agility, pausing to crouch to hide from imaginary foes, moving and hiding so effectively sometimes that he appears more like a dark blur melding from shadow to shadow.
Other parts of his training are sword drills: using his katana, he practises unsheathing and sheathing his blade in one single, fluid stroke, repeating the motion over and over with gracefully precise movements. Then he moves on to overhead slashes, or drawing his blade from defensive crouching positions. He spends a few minutes on each kata, until he's satisfied, before moving on.
Just when he wants to move on to practicing with his Persona, however, he feels like there are eyes on him nearby. He doesn't call on Goemon just yet, scanning around the dark shapes of the rocks and plants nearby for any observers. Is someone there?
iii. STARGAZING
Having redirected his pent-up emotions into training, Yusuke pulls off his kitsune mask, finds the nearest stretch of beach, and rolls over onto his back to gaze up at the stars. It's beautiful here, and a sight he won't tire of after those long months cooped up in the cave, or the brutal days and pitifully short nights of the desert planet. Yet the constellations are different from home, and he hasn't spent enough time out here yet to be able to chart them from memory.
Perhaps he could draw them? He also wants to draw the way the stark moonlight strikes the beach, the waves against the cliffs, crashing against the rocks...
Exhausted, Yusuke closes his eyes. Lulled by the sounds around him, he soon dozes off.
What: Local artist/Phantom Thief keeps his mind off his problems by staying busy. Results are mixed.
Where: Various
When: After this, early-mid August
Warnings: tbd
i. DRAWING
Yusuke's latest artistic endeavour has turned his attention to the clinic, and at Kate's request, he's been taking his time to try out different designs for what might be a mural to decorate its walls, as well as smaller designs for inside the building. Yet he's getting frustrated: his mind is elsewhere completely, and so anything he draws keeps appearing dull, uninspired, or just technically bad.
Which is why one might find him sitting outside the clinic, angrily muttering at his sketchbook, scribbling out drawings he's found some minor flaw with, or else tearing out pages altogether and throwing them aside in frustration with an angry, "This is unacceptable!"
ii. TRAINING
In the late evening is Yusuke's favourite time to train. With most people asleep, it's the best time to adorn his Phantom Thief attire as Fox. He has a set obstacle course he rehearses along the cliffs, leaping from rock to rock with almost unnatural agility, pausing to crouch to hide from imaginary foes, moving and hiding so effectively sometimes that he appears more like a dark blur melding from shadow to shadow.
Other parts of his training are sword drills: using his katana, he practises unsheathing and sheathing his blade in one single, fluid stroke, repeating the motion over and over with gracefully precise movements. Then he moves on to overhead slashes, or drawing his blade from defensive crouching positions. He spends a few minutes on each kata, until he's satisfied, before moving on.
Just when he wants to move on to practicing with his Persona, however, he feels like there are eyes on him nearby. He doesn't call on Goemon just yet, scanning around the dark shapes of the rocks and plants nearby for any observers. Is someone there?
iii. STARGAZING
Having redirected his pent-up emotions into training, Yusuke pulls off his kitsune mask, finds the nearest stretch of beach, and rolls over onto his back to gaze up at the stars. It's beautiful here, and a sight he won't tire of after those long months cooped up in the cave, or the brutal days and pitifully short nights of the desert planet. Yet the constellations are different from home, and he hasn't spent enough time out here yet to be able to chart them from memory.
Perhaps he could draw them? He also wants to draw the way the stark moonlight strikes the beach, the waves against the cliffs, crashing against the rocks...
Exhausted, Yusuke closes his eyes. Lulled by the sounds around him, he soon dozes off.
drawing
it is not!
"Ah...!" Atem's eyes widen and seem to shine a little at the view. What is going on here?
"This is amazing, what is wrong with it?"
It's absolutely stunning! Also, please, do not waste the little paper you have!
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"Please don't look at that!" Yusuke says, quickly getting to his feet. "I didn't abandon those drawings simply for people to pick up and gawk at."
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"I think that's exactly the definition of abandoning. You no longer want it. So I'll probably gonna keep it."
He might honestly be just trolling the other young man, but he did "abandon" it.
"Do you think it'd look good in my living room"
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"Ugly drawings deserve only ugly rooms," he says sulkily, picking up his pencil again. "If that's all you wanted, please leave. You're distracting me."
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Atem does not leave, in fact, picks up the rest of the drawings admiring them a little before putting them all together. If this guy doesn't want them, he'll keep them, but only for a while until the other may want them back, in a future, maybe.
He simply observes at the other struggling with his pencil and his doodles for a little moment before he speaks again.
"Are you okay?" His voice is less full of sass and a bit more gentle. It's clear the other is not, and for as much as Atem needs to stop getting too emphatic with people and getting himself hurt in the process, it's his part of his nature to simply care.
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"I'm having difficulties with my art, which is not helped in the least by being interrupted."
...Okay, so he can still be a little scathing.
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He could just leave but, something tells him there is more than just having technical problems.
"What kind of difficulties?" He interrupts even more, leaving it alone will not help in the long run.
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Not that he expects some ill-mannered stranger to understand, but he did ask. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"I thought my creative block might pass in a day or two... but it seems to only be getting worse."
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This "ill-mannered" stranger sits beside the other pissy one.
"Did something happen then?" Talk it out dude, it might help. Or he could just use this guy to let out his frustration, he wouldn't mind that much.
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"Yes. If I were to summarise what has been clouding my thoughts... Someone close to me is in a great deal of pain, and there is very little I can do about it."
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How can he help this one, however? What can he possibly say that could soothe his troubled mind?
"All wounds heal up eventually. Often, just being there for them helps." Some pain came from flesh wounds, others, from a place deep within people where no one can really reach; he, unfortunately, has experience with that as well. While Atem doesn't know what kind of pain he's talking about, it's all the same to him.
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He closes his sketchbook and sets it aside, putting his head in his hands.
"I don't know how to carry someone else's burden like that."
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"It's not about you."
His voice is soft, he doesn't look at him either but from the corner of his eye, wanting not to impose but just to do exactly that, be there.
"But... you can also share the burden." That's what he had to do too, he had to contact those Rey cared for the most and those that cared about her in return, otherwise he would have broken under the pressure. He can't help but see a lot of himself on this stranger, in his heartache, it was not good for him, until he stopped trying doing everything by himself.
"You don't have to do it alone."
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"I know this isn't about me, but I don't know who I should depend on. Every adult I've spoken to has been dismissive, made excuses for why they can't do anything, outright ignored the problem, wanted to avoid confronting it in order to avoid facing scorn from others..."
He gets to his feet suddenly. Would this stranger care if he told him the full story, or would he have just the same reaction? Yusuke's cynical enough to think the latter.
"... Perhaps I'll take a walk to clear my head." It's obvious from his tone of voice that Atem isn't invited, that he doesn't particularly trust him to be willing to help, either. He's had far too disappointments on that front to want to reach out again.
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Every adult he says... Has he truly looked at Atem at all? He's not older than him at all. Least at all, dealing with a suicidal and chronic depressed person was something he should have not be doing by himself. But he didn't let go despite of how much she seemed to drag him with her into those depths of desperation, and in the end, she's still there, getting better. Not that he would claim at all that he's some sort of hero because of that, no, it hurt to remember what she went through, he was just there for as much as he possibly could that was all.
Maybe that was the difference between this guy and him, he would not give up, no matter what.
Even Atem, for as clingy as he can be and unable to let go of someone once he knows they are having a problem, seems to get the hint. He observes as he stands and makes no apparent attempt to stop him, but there is worry in his eyes, a little bit of panic even. It's true that even he needed the space sometimes, it helped to create some perspective, recharge, come back at full force in order to help. he gets it, he gets it too damn well for his own good. And it makes him worry about the apparent stranger — surely they have crossed paths more than once, even in the network.
Remembering the sensation he felt before, like standing on the edge of an abyss nonetheless, it is Atem who reaches for him, it's nothing but tug of his clothes before he walks away, a childish and juvenile gesture, perhaps, but it probably says more than that.
"Are you... going to be okay?"
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He looks straight ahead, toward the sea, stiff and straight-backed. "Yes. Thank you for your concern... and for listening."
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He says as he lets go. He means it, he truly does. He might not be on board of talking about himself but surely others, like this guy might need it. He can always lend an ear.