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Post by gman on Dec 21, 2011 15:15:26 GMT -6
Can't you see
The beauty in me
Take a good look at me now[/color] ____________________________________________________ [/center] Nikolai walked among the garden section of Versailles. He had just returned from his summer trip to Japan. There he studied the Haiku, or Hokku as the Japanese referred to it, form of poetry, visiting the old monk temples where the style was created. He spent his entire summer trying to memorize Haikus, learning each varying style of the strict 5-7-5 rule, and being able to tell the difference between a Kiru and Kireji. He devoted his time to the two styles before moving onto a Kigo Haiku. His head was still bursting with the information while he walked the many flower beds. He held his camera ready incase he saw his next inspiration.
It was midday and yet Niko had yet to find his inspiration. He attempted to recite stanzas to the flowers, yet none of them seemed to make sense. He eventually came upon his bench. The very place anyone looking for him would find him at, the place he wrote best at. It was a simple wrought-iron bench, faded from weather and use, with two Willow trees flanking it on each side. He sat down and unclasped his notebook with his poetry and pictures in it. He stared at the languages that he had written in, yet he felt no inspiration from his previous works.
He sighed and started to write with no inspiration, he quickly tore page after page out of the notebook, throwing each new paper ball on the ground in frustration. He had been like this for a few weeks now. There seemed to be nothing to write about, so he placed his notebook next to him and leaned forward resting his head on his hands. If only his inspiration would appear, he could it craft a masterpiece.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 21, 2011 17:03:39 GMT -6
Ashlyn's gazed wandered among the flowers nonchalantly as she wound her way down the garden path. She felt more at home here than she did anywhere else on campus, but still something felt wrong. She stopped, her hands tracing a delicate pink rose that seamed to glow in the noonday sun.
It's beautiful, she reflected, this whole garden is beautiful. She sighed. But it wasn't her kind of beauty. She preferred wildflowers that grew in haphazard patterns spread out across a hillside, not carefully constructed into rows. True beauty should be limitless. She affirmed, and no one here seamed to understand that.
As she rounded the corner she found someone else was enjoying the garden today. He was a guy, about her age, with a strong build and crisp dark hair that occasionally got caught in the light early-day breeze.
Ashlyn paused. She usually avoided other people when at all possible, but their was no other way to go without walking right past him. She doubted she could do that without making some form of contact, or she'd appear really rude. It would seam she only had one option. She resumed walking, though much slower, and paused when she was a few feet away.
"Umm...Hi" She started, fighting the urge to grimace.
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Post by gman on Dec 21, 2011 22:56:47 GMT -6
Can't you see
The beauty in me
Take a good look at me now[/color] ____________________________________________________ [/center] Niko tapped his foot impatiently against the ground. He could feel the anger swell up within him as his mind struggled to find its inspiration. He growled in anger and threw his notebook next to him on the bench. The Willow branches swayed in the wind, eventually landing on Niko’s back as if trying to comfort him. He smiled at the Willows and brushed the branches off. Mother Nature always seemed to be able to comfort him, even if she was a psychotic bitch 90% of the time. He sighed and picked up his notebook, right as a girl rounded the corner to his bench.
He looked up at her and was in shock. She was quite the looker and the way her brunette hair fell around her face and body. Niko’s eyes lit up with inspiration. The words came together in his mind as if they had always been there. A Limerick, no an Ode, no a free verse yes. His mind raced with excitement at this new opportunity. Then it all went away once he realized something. Who the hell is she? She gave an awkward hello and Niko could see her face trying not to grimace. Geez, already judging him? He put his mind on hold as he looked over her.
“Hello,” Niko replied eyeing her warily. He had found her as inspiration yet she seemed as if he was below her. He knew he was probably just trying not to be rude by walking past him yet it would have saved her the trouble of hiding her facial expressions. “I’m Nikolai Dartuv, Poet and Photographer. If you want to just stand there and try not to grimace at me like that then just keep walking." Nikolai said as he opened his poetry filled notebook and began writing in German, because he didn't want her to see what he was writing, the poem was in his head, it needed to be written down. After he wrote five stanzas, two of which he crossed out, he looked back up at her.
"Sorry if that was rude, but I’m tired of people judging me before they even have a civilized conversation with me.” He was having a bad day, and this was only making it worse.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 22, 2011 0:06:23 GMT -6
The first thing she noticed was that he was hotter than she expected. Though what she had been expecting, exactly, she wasn't sure.
Then he spoke. “I’m Nikolai Dartuv, Poet and Photographer. If you want to just stand there and try not to grimace at me like that then just keep walking."
Ashlyn stared blankly, but she didn't continue walking
Way to go Juliet. She berated herself. Real smooth.
She started to say something, but stopped.
he had pulled out a notebook and was writing, almost furiously. She couldn't make out any words, but she watched, fascinated, as he wrote several paragraphs, or stanzas more like. He paused, then scribbled out two of them. She was so transfixed by this she almost jumped when she spoke again. "Sorry if that was rude, but I’m tired of people judging me before they even have a civilized conversation with me.”
Ashlyn knew that was her ticket out. Her chance to get out this unneccessarily awkward mess she had created, but she didn't take it. There was something about this guy that she found -intriguing. Besides, she should probabaly try to apologize, even though she hadn't been trying to offend him in any way.
"I wasn't.." She started, "I didn't mean too..." She paused, took one steadying breath, and then simply stated. "I'm Ashlyn."
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