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| poetryinmotion | Apr 20 2009, 07:06 AM Post #16 |
 
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“Mou, that’s not nice to tease the starving artist,” she said with a pretend pout, patting her stomach woefully. Rather like Hihara-senpai in that regard, Kahoko was often hungry. Not in the same ‘bottomless pit’ sense, but she would certainly never complain about someone feeding her. Still, she smiled at the analogy in spite of her slight hunger pangs-- well, dinner was on the horizon, anyway. She was allowed. “A scepter or a gown. That’s nice. I like that, Kaji-kun.” The viola clothes the queen, she thought, and makes her more elegant. A queen in her nightdress wouldn’t command as much authority as one dressed to the nines, and the gown is a beautiful thing in its own right, even without the queen. "No shortcuts, right?" “No, there really aren’t. Even if there are, there aren’t. Not that that made any sense.” To anyone but me and the fairy that talks to me sometimes. “I guess what I mean is, it’s the starting from scratch and working through all the pain and frustration that eventually gets you there. But it does take time, and anyone who says otherwise isn’t a musician. There are abusive relationships too, you know, and you certainly don’t want to be in one of those with your instrument! It’s much better to just like it than let it ruin your social life.” “Yes, really,” she said, genuinely ashamed, her expression darkening with sadness and guilt over that awful choice she had almost made. “It was a terrible thing to do, and incredibly immature and selfish of me. I thought—it’s not an excuse, of course, but it was during the concours and things were challenging... my accompanist quit because she didn’t believe that a general education student should be shaming the concours like that, and many people felt the same way.” She paused, hesitating, not wanting to accuse anyone, (namely Yunoki, for fear it would get back to him) but then forged on. “Even other participants. And I thought, if it was creating so much pain for others, and I was starting to neglect my friends and… if things could just go back to normal, to before I started playing, then everything would be alright again. But it wasn’t alright, and it wasn’t that simple, and…I loved the violin too much to stop.” A wan little smile lit her face as they passed under a streetlamp. ________________________________________ ooc bahaha, do it.  “Cards for sorrow, Cards for paiiiin”. Sorry, Rocky Horror reference just went whizzing by. And you’re fine. You’re not failing! Don’t apologize for lack of fail. |
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| peculuiarities | May 12 2009, 06:29 AM Post #17 |
 
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{ cadenza, “A scepter or a gown. That’s nice. I like that, Kaji-kun.” "Ngk." Kaji turned away quickly at that and cleared his throat. It was a matter of some concern to him that he could not, for the life of him, suppress the light flush that spread across his cheekbones at Hino's words. It was silly, really; he had thought himself beyond the 'blushing-like-a-middle-schooler-when-complimented-by-a-crush' phase. Surely he had maturity enough not to allow compliments from girls (or rather, pretty, kindhearted, redheaded girls who were named Hino Kahoko. He made sure not to be too specific with the criteria, though. No, really.) to get to his head-- er, cheeks. And anyway, she had said "I like that, Kaji-kun," not "I like you, Kaji-kun." So his focus on those four words was silly. Frankly, he blamed it on the hormones. (It was also worth mentioning that, at this point in time, he was simultaneously practicing the fine art of Denial. That is, he was vainly trying to convince himself that, no, there was not a snide little voice in the back of his head that kept whispering, "She said, 'I like that Kaji-kun*', not Tsukimori-kun." Obviously his self-esteem wasn't low enough to merit an instant comparison with Tsukimori Len. He was just creating some friendly competition, that was all. Right?) “I guess what I mean is, it’s the starting from scratch and working through all the pain and frustration that eventually gets you there. But it does take time, and anyone who says otherwise isn’t a musician. There are abusive relationships too, you know, and you certainly don’t want to be in one of those with your instrument! It’s much better to just like it than let it ruin your social life.” "Ahh, yes, you're right," he said quickly, thankful for the fact that the lampposts they were walking beneath were too dim to highlight his pink cheeks. Despite the fact that his own relationship with his instrument was a few steps shy of Hino's fervent reverence for hers, he still wasn't the type to neglect it simply because it didn't have its own 'voice', so to speak. "In order to really reach the potential of your instrument, I guess there has to be mutual respect on both sides. I mean, they're not screwdrivers or anything; instruments need care too, ne?" “Yes, really. It was a terrible thing to do, and incredibly immature and selfish of me. I thought—it’s not an excuse, of course, but it was during the concours and things were challenging... my accompanist quit because she didn’t believe that a general education student should be shaming the concours like that, and many people felt the same way.” Kaji frowned as Hino narrated the experience she had during the concours. While it was far from commendable that she had given up on playing so easily, it irritated-- no, infuriated-- him that her own accompanist had turned on her. There was nothing more stressful to a musician during a competition than finding the right accompanist, and the fact that Hino's had quit simply because of an issue over departments was incredibly frustrating. “Even other participants. And I thought, if it was creating so much pain for others, and I was starting to neglect my friends and… if things could just go back to normal, to before I started playing, then everything would be alright again. But it wasn’t alright, and it wasn’t that simple, and…I loved the violin too much to stop.” "But Hino-chan, I think you made the right decision in the end," he replied, looking concerned at the sad half-smile that crossed over her lips as she finished speaking. "I mean, of course you should try to keep the people you love happy, as much as possible, but you really can't please everyone. You should play an instrument for yourself, before you play for others. Frankly, I'm glad that you were able to convince yourself to continue, despite how much pain you were feeling. At least when all is said and done, you were able to spread that feeling of joy, ne?" ooc; *so weird, the text got darker once I underlined o,o" Oh well.XD;; OH AND I just wanted to share this LOL picture for no reason at all other than me wanting the chance to state that Kaji looks scary emo, especially with his earrings and stuff.8DD;; /useless info I couldn't think of how to put THE HEART OF THE CARDS into the post btw, so here is some gratuitous Yuugiou crossover: Spoiler: click to toggle |
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| poetryinmotion | May 20 2009, 02:32 PM Post #18 |
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Ngk? Kaji's strangled sound made Kahoko tilt her head and ponder what had suddenly lodged itself in the violist's throat. She very much hoped she wouldn't have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him, seeing as she wasn't first aid certified (although it was true that the physical education department offered courses of the kind, she had never been brave enough to take them. The sight of those male mannequin heads attached to a foam pillow chest with mouths hanging open was enough to give her the verifiable creeps). Of course, Kaji's blush might have taken on an even darker hue had Kahoko voiced her thoughts at the moment, which were something along the lines of when he stops the incessant compliments and you get him away from all the other students, he's not nearly as intimidating to be around. In fact, he's actually been good company. Easy to talk to. Nonjudgmental. It might also be said that while thoughts of Tsukimori Len were furthest from her mind at that particular moment, had she have compared the two musicians in question, Kaji would have undoubtedly won out on the basis of friendliness and approachability alone, not to mention that he never looked like he was about to leap out from behind a corner and attack you, or that he'd swallowed a lemon and was looking for someone on which to blame it, or like you were offending him just by breathing the same air. "No, they definitely aren't screwdrivers. Or anything quite that practical and functional, for that matter. Ah, it's hard to imagine... I always thought I'd become an office lady somewhere taking notes, and I never really had a passion before. And now, I think the craziest things, like 'what if I majored in music at university'?" She laughed off that dream, since it seemed both impossible that someone could make a living doing something so beautiful and artistic that didn't involve labor, as such, and impossible that she as a general education student with little training could ever be accepted to such a program. Still, it didn't hurt to dream. She listened as Kaji, in his own gentle way, reassured her that although her ordeal had been a shameful one, she wasn't entirely crazy for not giving up the violin. "Thank you. I'm glad someone else thinks that, too. Really, sometimes I think it was the only road I could take. But I'm glad, too." ooc; Kaji emo does indeed look very scary. He puts gleamy-eyes-Yunoki to SHAAAME. Aww, Kaji with-a-crush is adorable. And you know he'll be so straightforward about it, too: "I CONFESS MY LOVE FOR YOU, HINO KAHOKO! I DO NOT EXPECT YOU TO RETURN MY AFFECTIONS!" Hino: "...uh...we could go on a date, that would be okay." Kaji: *FAINTS DEAD AWAY* And your crack!mini!fic is amazing and entertaining. Ooh, look, this thread is up for one of the 'best thread whatsit' things. All your doing and Kaji's incredibly amusing running commentary. XD |
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| peculuiarities | May 22 2009, 11:15 AM Post #19 |
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{ cadenza, "No, they definitely aren't screwdrivers. Or anything quite that practical and functional, for that matter. Ah, it's hard to imagine... I always thought I'd become an office lady somewhere taking notes, and I never really had a passion before. And now, I think the craziest things, like 'what if I majored in music at university'?" "That's not crazy!" Kaji protested, his brow furrowing. "It's true that it might be difficult for you to get into a music program once you enter university, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. You have loads of time to improve before then-- you can take more lessons, join the orchestra club, keep practicing in the park. With your dedication, I'm sure you can gain enough skill and experience to major without much difficulty. "Besides," he continued, waving his free arm around emphatically in a style that was not unlike that of Hihara Kazuki's, "if you really did let yourself end up in a course like Business Management or something like it--" and here, he wrinkled his nose a little; his parents had left enough university brochures left open on that exact page for the comment not to be too off the mark, "-- you won't really be happy, will you?" Irritatingly, as he spoke his mind gravitated back to the (not) topic of Tsukimori Len, despite his attempts to (figuratively) pull it back. His sudden need to compare everything he did with the blue-haired virtuoso was bordering on insane. He hadn't even figured into the conversation until that one comment about his perfect playing, and then he had drifted away like so many little, blue-haired butterflies*. This apparent (not) obsession over a fellow second-year to whom he had spoken a grand total of once in his entire life was probably not very healthy. He wondered what his mother's psychology books had to say about something like that. They turned a corner onto a wide, open street that overlooked the rest of the city. It seemed like a pleasant enough place; there were small, family-owned shops that lined the left side of the street, and on the right was a view that stretched all the way to the harbor. He supposed that it was very pretty in the daylight; at night it was simply empty, a sleepy sort of quiet that was not unpleasant. "Hino-chan's house is quite near here, isn't it?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the shops. He could imagine her running up this hill every morning, out of breath and perpetually late. She was probably called out of bed every morning by her mother, and rushed into her uniform by frantic, internal reminders that ticked out you're late, you're late to her heartbeats. The conclusions he drew were very different from his own lifestyle-- every morning he was up at seven, early enough to share a coffee with his father and grandfather before they left for the House of Representatives and the family hospital, respectively. Then he was at school by eight sharp, uniform cleanly pressed, schoolthings neatly arranged, hair in casual disarray. It wasn't a life he disliked, but he couldn't help wondering sometimes how it would feel to be different. ooc; *I KNOW you are thinking, wth kind of metaphor is this, BUT IT HAD TO BE SAID /shot Umm. Last sentence is kind of like whut, because I'm running out of juice D: And you know he'll be so straightforward about it, too: "I CONFESS MY LOVE FOR YOU, HINO KAHOKO! I DO NOT EXPECT YOU TO RETURN MY AFFECTIONS!" Hino: "...uh...we could go on a date, that would be okay." Kaji: *FAINTS DEAD AWAY* ^ASLDKF I THINK I'LL PRINT THIS OUT AND GIVE IT ITS OWN LITTLE SCRAPBOOK ;v;" It's hilarious!XDD And, wow, we're up for thread...thingy!8DD It's not just me, it's you as well!>w<" You're an awesome Kahoko roleplayer!!*v* |
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| poetryinmotion | Jul 5 2009, 01:36 PM Post #20 |
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"It's just that...well, music isn't very practical, is it? I mean, not very many people can make a living with it...and I'm no amazing soloist like..." Tsukimori Len, for example, upon whose figure Kaji seemed to be incredibly fixated--not that Kaho knew this fact. Or his parents. Or any of the other participants, for that matter. "Anyway, the best I could hope for would be to get...fourth chair in an orchestra somewhere or--well, I started too late, Kaji-kun," Kahoko admitted with an undertone of sadness that she couldn't quite hide. "It's alright. Music will be a wonderful hobby for me for the rest of my life." It was depressing to her to think of it that way, but if she was being honest with herself, she hardly had the grades to get into a good university at all, let alone a prestigious music program. "I...it's true, business management wouldn't make me very happy. Or very many people, for that matter," she said with a little laugh, rolling her eyes. "But I've already had my miracle, I think," she continued, shrugging. "Music was my miracle. Being able to play...it's enough, wherever I do it. It should be enough. I'm grateful, really." It wasn't only Kaji who compared himself to Tsukimori-kun. Kaho had held herself up to the blue-haired virtuoso and found herself lacking on multiple occasions. She might have also considered herself a tad obsessed, if only with his playing. If she could ever achieve his level, even if it it took her until she was eighty, that would be the most stellar accomplishment of her entire life. Not that she should compare herself, mind. Their styles were completely different. She was an utter novice, and he had been playing from the cradle, for one. Kahoko looked around as they neared her house, for some reason a bit reluctant to go back. It wasn't that her family didn't support her sudden interest in the violin...they just didn't quite understand how important it had become to her. She recalled one morning when her mother had been cleaning her room and she couldn't immediately find it, and her heart had stopped before she'd been informed that it was in the closet on the top shelf and that she really shouldn't leave it laying about like that, even in its case, as someone could step on it... In contrast, she imagined that Kaji-kun's parents never dreamed of spring cleaning his viola...or not taking him seriously...and he most certainly lived in a large house atop a hill somewhere in a very affluent neighborhood where his life plan had been laid out neatly for him since birth, with few deviations. It sounded both restrictive and unbelievably freeing, all at once. Sometimes the vast open future in front of Kahoko overwhelmed her, since before this year, she had had no life goals or dreams. And now, everything had changed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ooc; *No, no, it was a great metaphor. I spit out ice coffee laughing so hard, actually. It's wonderful. Grumpy little blue-haired butterflies. Hee. I hope he does that someday, just so Hino can be like "It's okay...really...um, I just never thought anyone would be interested in me, actually!" And Kaji can facepalm b/c she's so dense. The scrapbook of Kaji-Hino interaction of win ftw! WE WON THREAD THINGIE I THINK?! MAYBE? WOOT. WE WON SOMETHING. SO YOU ROCK. |
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| peculuiarities | Aug 19 2009, 08:28 AM Post #21 |
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{ cadenza, "It's just that...well, music isn't very practical, is it? I mean, not very many people can make a living with it...and I'm no amazing soloist like... Anyway, the best I could hope for would be to get...fourth chair in an orchestra somewhere or--well, I started too late, Kaji-kun." "That's true," Kaji amended, lifting his head to frown at the night sky like it had done him a personal disservice. It was a moderately clear night; save for a few wispy clouds, the stars twinkled on without any barriers to shut out their light. "Pursuing music as a career requires huge amounts of dedication; talent or skill just isn't enough. For every soloist in the spotlight, there are thousands of other musicians who couldn't get that far-- it isn't a profession for the half-hearted. "But that's why I think you shouldn't write yourself off too quickly, Hino-chan! Yes, you started late, but it's plain to everyone that you love the violin more than anything. I know that playing a musical instrument doesn't necessarily mean that you have to take up Music in university, but you need to do the things that make you happy, instead of throwing them away like that--" He stopped short, wincing at how harsh his words sounded. "Ah-- I'm sorry," he said, backtracking. "I didn't mean to say that you were making the wrong decision by not taking up Music. I mean, obviously you can do whatever you feel is right; I have no right to tell you what to do, nor does anyone else. It's just... even if it's not practical, if you love it I think you should try it out, even if it's just for a short while." It was, he noted wryly, a little hypocritical of him to talk that way. He was the perfect example of not following one's own advice-- he had loved the violin with Hino's same intensity years before, but when Music had proven too feisty a mistress to tame he had given her up. It hadn't taken long for him to come back to her, of course; the viola snug in its case back home was testament enough to that. But he couldn't help feeling, like Hino, that he had started over a little too late. He had been tested, but his pride had won over his love for playing; when he had seen Ousaki Shinobu and Tsukimori Len play at a level far beyond his own ability he had lost his dedication. Looking back, Kaji could see now that it had been the actions of a conceited child, and now he was paying for them. After walking past another corner, they finally stopped in front of a neat, cheery-looking two-story home. Yellow light spilled invitingly from its windows, painting bright squares on the walkway. There was a small garden; nothing like the ornate, immaculately landscaped gardens he was used to, but it was cheery and well-tended nonetheless. "This is your stop, I guess," he said, looking at the 'Hino' spelled out on a brass plate tacked to the gatepost. He smiled at Hino and handed her back her schoolthings, inclining his head slightly as he did so. "Thanks for letting me walk home with you, Hino-chan! Sorry for talking so much-- once I get started, it's hard for me to stop." He laughed, sheepishly. ooc;; SLGKJSDLGK I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply ;____; I- I fail "OTL ANNNNDDDD CONGRATS TO US FOR WINNING THAT THREAD...THING!!♥ GO US!! |
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