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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2013 19:45:13 GMT -8
May 4th, 5:17PM Korra let out a soft breath examining her work from afar. She was given a job to sculpt statues out of very fancy marble and black marble for the outside of a theater and had been working through most of the day. Taking the time to sit down on a bench to admire what she'd managed to finish, she managed to craft a beautiful princess out of the white marble, wearing a delicate form fitting dress, with soft flowing hair and well sculpted curves. With flawless skin and a very detailed back, she seemed like a real person turned to stone, frozen in time with a bitter sweet smile.
The White princess had a hand extended outward towards her second silhouette, though all Korra had sculpted from the black marble was a crouching figure with no detail, she had the framework flushed out in her mind but found herself lacking inspiration. For the princess, she'd managed to get away using a hand mirror to give the statue her physical features, a delicate frail stature and a faint bitter sweet smile that Korra's face wore well in the marble, but the black figure she was trying to consider possibilities. She wanted it to be the knight who couldn't accept the princess's love out of obligation, but she couldn't decide exactly how to sculpt the knight.
She watched the material from her position on the bench sliding her fingers over a few neatly packed sandwich triangles she made for her trip. Though it was a simple meal, it was good and she was content with it at the very least.
"An unrequited love... Both of them feel the pull in their heart but unable to embrace each other because of their status... Something is missing... It should be more tragic then this..."
Korra thought out loud, her voice monotonous making it difficult to feel the frustration she had in her heart over what she could add to the pieces to make them proper 'Harlequin' pieces that she was known for. There was always a sense of pain, despair, desperation or evil in everything she sculpted, and though what she had was a good start, it wasn't nearly as devastating as she wanted it to be. Of course the princess was beautiful, stunning even, the dim lights of the evening sky shined off her pure white form giving her a lovely glow that only made her smooth features that much more lovely, but beside it the silhouette of the knight left a lot to be desired, the unfinished and untouched silhouette waiting to be released from the marble, Korra could only sigh heavily in thought.
"No... There's an angle I'm not considering right under my nose I'm sure of it... How to make the knight's story more woeful..."
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 16, 2013 3:39:21 GMT -8
To be honest, Joze has no idea what the heck she was doing. She should be going home but, well, she took a detour. A really long one. She was just lucky she didn't have work. However, she did have homework. And she should really be doing that homework, but she found herself here. Exactly why she really had no idea, this location was as random as ever. Maybe she was just in need of entertainment, and LA Live was entertainment if not anythng else. But Joze was really wondering if the bus fare was really worth it but, well, she supposed she could make it work. For reasons she had no control over, she didn't yet have a car, or a driver's license. Well, burning down monuments of importance did put a damper on most her social life. But she digressed. She'll just have to save up a lot of money. Which was hard as it was already. In all actuality Joze could steal her brother's car once she was able to drive, but seeing how much he loved the thing (although she found the truck looking fairly cheap, though sturdy... sort if), she doubted she would ever see the interior, much less drive the thing. And she didn't even want to be reminded of what had happened to her bike. The poor thing, it had done her well and hopefully it was having a good time in bike heaven. So transportation for Joze was now only public transportation, because hell if she could ride a bike to downtown LA. Which looped her back around to the thought of 'Why the hell am I here?'. Because honestly, she wasn't even here to do anything, it was more of just an urge. A stupid god damn urge she really shouldn't have acted on. It had been urge that brought her that fateful day last month in which she never dared revisit. Once goong against zombies was enough fir her and she wanted nothing to do with anything of that sort again. But what the hell? Since she was here, she might as well do something that resembled fun. Take a break, kick back just just relax and walk. Something shd found herself lacking the time and effort to do. And then the nagging in the back of her head - the school year was nearly over, she really could have picked a better time than this to kick back. But she was here already and the money was alreay spent for the trip here, so why the hell not? She was a little hungry, too, but that was probably what she got for skipping lunch. Replace little with a lot, but at least she had not skipped breakfast. But her hunger was understandable, because it was nearly dinnertime, or when she usually ate. Which, she'll admit, was a quick snack of meat or fried stuff at the cafe, which was probably not good for her, but at least she got food out of the arrangement and didn't go home hungry. And she discovered she had a liking to this unhealthy stuff. Now, Joze could not afford getting food here. The complex was overpriced, out of her budget, and while the prices may have seemed moderate to a normal, middle-wage middle class person, she was anything but that and proceed to weep at the prices. She had to have enough to get from here to the general vicinity of her house, anyways. She couldn't risk spending too much - or any - on food. Joze was normally above begging but, well, she was really hungry. Oh, she knew she was going to regret this, but as soon as her eyes had latched onto someone with glorious food, her stomach took a hold of her mind. Well, she had tried to be somewhat delicate and courteous and nice (all of what she was not) to this person in hopes of a kind soul who was willing to give her free food. And she couldn't help but overhear some mumbling that confused her until she realized, oh, she was looking at something. Something beautiful but, well, lacking. It looked unfinished. But her stomach growled, and she went on with her real task in mind. One of those sandwiches in her stomach, and then she needed to go home, because she realized, when had it gotten so dark? She had done some walking but, dear god, she had to get home soon else... Well, no one her household really cared if she was home late or early, save perhaps her sister. When had time escaped her? Sandwich, then home. Joze refused to go home with an empty stomach. At least she had some good sense not to just immediately bound up to this person and ask for their food, food in which they should not feel obligated to share. "How to make the knight's story more woeful... Well, is he poor?" Now that, that was something she could relate to. She wasn't sure about this love thing, or unrequited love thing (most she had ever experienced was at the cafe with Val, and she'll admit it was probably nothing). But money was a good woeful thing if any, because just look at her. "Did you make that? It looks beautiful." Okay, so maybe her comments were a little out of order, but she had to give a compliment somewhere in there before asking for food because, well, the statue looked very nice. "Erh, I know this must be very sudden but, do you mind sparing a sandwich for me? I mean, I'll help you with whatever you need help with if you do." No. Bad Joze, she needed to get home after this. Perhaps she could stay a little longer, then.
This was a little longer than I intended, don't feel the need to match it because I know I will not be able to do this again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 8:09:54 GMT -8
Korra's eyes remained on the incomplete knight for quite some time, his silhouette muddled and undetailed, only the vague outline set and the framework barely flushed out for what would eventually become the Princess's protector. Though hearing question about whether or not he was poor, Korra froze mid bite mulling the thought over as her teeth broke a corner of her sandwich triangle. Of course, money was a difficulty very few could over come with effort and hard work, particularly if debt was acquired it could quickly become impossible to earn a living... but to apply that to a knight gloriously working as his princess's shield and sword, the prospect was interesting to say the least.
Her eyes slowly tracking the voice to it's source sliding to Joze while she thought, vivid blue eyes locking onto her figure, taking in her expression, the features of her face, posture, what measurements she could see whether or not they were exaggerated by her clothing, Korra turned a cursory and analytic eye on Joze while she considered the possibilities.
"Poor... Who in the world had ever heard of a poor knight..."
Korra's voice, being absolutely monotonous and without the faintest change in pitch or tone while she spoke made it seem like she was mocking Joze's comment, when in truth she was deeply considering it. A knight with debts so strong it would form another barrier to prevent their love from coming true, or even maybe the Princess's debts that the knight took upon themselves for her sake.
"Yes... I like it... A knight in debt... A Pristine Princess... It's a story you could see only in modern times told through a more antiquated tale... I like it..."
Korra commented taking another bite of her sandwich while she started working out her approach and the details in her head turning her eyes back towards the sculptures itself. While she took the next few bites, Joze would be able to recognize what kind of sandwiches Korra had in her box and hand. The bread stained yellow with a fluffy buttery scent, the bread crisped with a crunchy surface like the entire sandwich had been dropped into a fryer after being built. With gooey cheese seeping out from the places Korra bit into rich cut meats sweating from the heat frying the sandwiches had locked inside giving it a glossy look while the fried edges were crisped well like the bread.
It was a fried grilled cheese with ham stuffed inside...
Though Korra was in no way a chef or a professional at it, she improvised to make food she found satisfying, her ingredients were simple but she made an effort to give even sandwiches depth and make them beautiful in their own rite. Hearing Joze offer her help in return for a sandwich though, Korra's eyes slid back towards her, her posture perking up at the thought. She reached down for her box of sandwiches raising the box of triangles between Joze and herself while she spoke.
"I'll take you up on that... I'm lacking in 'Inspiration'... I'll give you the rest of these... All you have to do is stay a while... Maybe listen their story..."
Of course, the deal would seem odd to normal people probably, giving food with no obligation only asking someone to hang around and listen to Korra talk while she worked. It seemed like a no-brainer with nothing for Korra to gain, but in truth Korra had plans of borrowing Joze's physique for the knight, though Korra would never say so until the work was completed.
"I'll give you the rest of these if you help me..."
She said softly shaking the box of sandwiches letting the 7 halves she had left jingle around releasing the scent of fried cheese and meat into the air from the box. Though it originally had 14 halves, it was because Korra took them from home as both a lunch and a dinner, thankful she decided on making a lot to sustain herself in an area where food was expensive, she had plenty to give away in return for help.
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 16, 2013 20:19:45 GMT -8
Joze looked at the girl incredulously. That monotone - was she mocking her? And of course, Joze being the hot-heated temperamental person that she was, she was about to get her sass on if only she hadn't stopped herself as soon as the girl started talking again. Her tone betrayed no emotion, and the blonde wondered how a person could be so emotionless and, well, dead. At least, with their voice. But, at least she liked her idea, so that meant she might give her some food (which was pretty much all that was on her mind at the moment)! Hopefully, anyways. She was staring very hopefully at the sandwiches, more like eyeing them. Very intently. As if looking at them would magically transport them into her mouth or stomach. It would be really cool if that happened, but this was reality and that did not happen in reality. Unless reality threw her another bout of zombies then, okay, she would believe anything. Still, even if she said she did like it, the girl didn't look as though she was very pleased. In fact, she looked passive and stoic and non responsive. She was... dead. Had to be. She was a walking zombie. Dear god, it was time to run away, wasn't it. But she wanted food, and as if on cue, her stomach growled. Dammit. It had been a long time since she had eaten. The sandwich halves looked more and more appealing the more and more she stared at them. Grilled cheese and ham. In all honesty, she'd probably anything edible appetizing. She was starving. Her eyes lit up immediately in response to what was said. Sandwich. Food. She was getting it. For free. Well, mostly free. It didn't hold monetary value and therefore, Joze thought it the best deal. Sure, she would have to stay for a while longer, and she wasn't sure when she was able to go back home now, but surely her family wouldn't mind too terribly. She also decided that she wouldn't comment at her weird speech. Maybe it was a disability or something, but she didn't dare say anything about it from her benefactor. "I don't mind! I'm, well, I'm just really hungry. I'll listen to their story, if you don't mind telling it, that is! I'm not very good at interpreting things." But if she paused between each phrase like she had been doing, perhaps Joze would pull her hair out. Then again, it wasn't nice to jab at her like that, even if she was doing so in her mind. Though she was never a very nice person in her mind, anyways. After all, hadn't she called that one girl a bitch right before she died? And she just let her die too. Nope, she was certainly not a nice person inside her little mind. But this person didn't seem to bad, to be fair. It was just hard to follow. "I'm happy to help, honestly!" As long as she got those sandwiches. Her hunger was getting the best of her - and well, she didn't think when she was hungry, and if she didn't think she was in trouble. "Their story seems very interesting." The statue itself was interesting. For some reason, it seemed a bit unsettling.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 22:31:33 GMT -8
With Joze's acceptance, Korra gave her the basket with a small reassuring nod. Not really too put off by losing her sandwiches, her food expenses came out of her allowances she got from her family's household periodically so losing sandwiches didn't bother her too much. Instead having Joze's help and permission was lovely. She took the time to brush herself off before finding her tools once more peeling her hoodie off again to feel the elements on her skin with her skimpy outfit underneath that could easily be reduced to a swimsuit on top with short shorts on the bottom.
Taking the time to fold her hoodie over her bag letting Joze have her way with the defenseless sandwiches, Korra returned to her equipment pulling out her chisel and hammer, some of the grinding paper she'd used for details. Exhaling in thought glancing Joze's way one last time before bringing her tools to the knight's silhouette. Taking the time to cleave some of the stone away from the black marble. Quickly giving the knight a thinner frame and a more feminine physique, Korra got to work laying down frame work while she began telling the story, her words just as slow, monotonous and filled with odd pauses as before.
"The tale of a Princess and her Knight's always been a popular one since more ancient days. Surely, it was usually a knight from a famous family with a history of great deeds but for each of those stories, there's always been another told of someone who's risen from a poorer lifestyle. Usually the farmers, these unfortunate knights have a barrier across which they cannot cross, a wall separating them from loving those who are privilege, only being allowed to watch them from afar even when standing close enough to hold their hand."
Korra began to explain laying the framework for the story just like she was for the knight statue. Slowly she began sculpting the hand, giving the knight a slender delicate hand, unarmored of course, raised up accepting the Princess's though the statues weren't yet pushed close enough, it was easy to see that was what Korra was aiming for. Sculpting along the knight's arm, she gave the knight scaled armors, though thin appeared strong at first. Keeping in mind the fact that the knight was meant to be poor though she began adding imperfections, chipping off some of the scales, damaging some of the plates along the arm.
Even from the small amount she managed to get through through the start of her story, Korra had managed to craft an arm of a knight that was clearly poor, wearing something that anyone could only assume was hand-me-down armor from a father figure or a teacher who couldn't serve the princess themselves.
"Sometimes even they may even be wealthy figures who have been usurped by other rulers and lost their homes and fame through misfortune. Fate can often be cruel to the ones who have only innocent intentions of protecting the things close to them, this knight surely is no different. With some unforeseen tragedy, they are forced into such a situation where they can only do so much to try and be worthy of the one they protect, looking up into the apologetic and town Princess's face as she struggles with her own feelings and 'The good of her People'. How could this knight ever weigh their happiness over the lives of the ones they've sworn to serve."
Korra explained a bit more in detail working her way up to the knight's shoulder adding more detail into that single arm as she went, more imperfections and more damage, though the naked hand that reached for the Princess's was pristine and shined with an obsidian glow. Even while the knight was poor Korra crafted such flawless detail into the hand in an effort to show that even without money they made every effort to try and be presentable however they could.
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 17, 2013 16:05:56 GMT -8
"Hey, wait a minute!" Joze was alarmed. No, she could say she was more than alarmed. Sure, she may have given a passing thought towards the strange attire of this stranger, but this was LA, and it was the entertainment hot spot of the city. She just didn't think it was... that kind of person she was talking to. Now she realized she may have made a passing mistake and probably should have just gone home and held her stomach and eat at home. Though it couldn't be, after all, the blond had only asked for sandwiches, and she had only agreed to listen and help her in any way. Now that she thought about it, she probably should have asked for specifics, and now this person had taken off her odd robe to reveal an even odder outfit. Then again, it wasn't much Joze herself could judge about it. It was LA, and she had certainly seen worse. But this person, she must've been crazy! Absolute lunacy, it was! The sun wasn't up, it wasn't hot, and it was getting colder now and she was... Revealing so much skin! Wasn't she cold? Maybe she was just overly eager for summer to come, hell, Joze was already counting down the days until school let out finally. She couldn't judge but, but, this was just crazy. Still, she held her tongue, and at least she now had the sandwiches in her possession. She took one of the pieces out and took a bite, relieved now that she had something to eat. But she only needed one or two, after all, her intention wasn't to rob this woman blind (although, admittedly, if she had verbally said it was alright Joze probably would devour them all). But Joze looked in some fascination as she chewed at her, the way she worked with the marble. So very efficient - if only she were good at all with her hands. But no, she wasn't really. She didn't really intend to ever go into a career, or even have a hobby, like sculpting or art related. She just, well, she felt the need to train and improve her aim a bit. But no, she was alright with just sitting in this silence, though she'll admit it was a little awkward. Was she supposed to talk as the girl worked on the statue? No, she started talking, but it was in that voice again. The urge to roll her eyes and a sudden disinterest passed over her. It sounded like her boring old history teacher droning on and on, in that monotone. A history lesson was not something shewanted right now, but it felt like it. Perhaps the first words started off interesting, and perhaps the subject itself was interesting, but no. Not with that voice. And since all she was doing was listening (as per requested by the sandwich donor), she didn't dare interrupt, and she tried her very best not to yawn. Stories of knights and princesses may have once enchanted her, back in the days she thought that she could grow up to be a beautiful princess in a pretty pink dress, but not so much anymore. The only thing she could possibly feel anything about with this story was the knight. Farmers, huh? That reminded her of a dream she had once had before, but that probably didn't mean anything, or related anything about this. Well, she sat trying not to yawn (and for the most part, succeeding because everytime she had the urge, she bit into the sandwich she was now munching on), or interrupt. She did stop, eventually, enough for Joze to decide it wasn't one of her awkward pauses. "So it's a love story between a knight and a princess? And they can't be together because of their honor and loyalty towards their people?" Joze might've, once upon a time, scoffed at the idea. Well, she was technically still scoffing, but for a while now she couldn't help but feel some sort of family honor she hadn't ever felt before. Joze was a little surprised at how fast she was working, though. She had been talking, and working all at the same time, and she had already finished a hand and already working on the arm. And the detail was exquisite. She never usually looked twice at a statue or sculpture, in fact she had probably passed by one or two every day and barely paid any attention. But somehow looking at someone work on it was different, interesting. At least more interesting than the story told in the drone. She did wonder, though, why she was doing this. Was she hired, or something? "If you don't mind me asking, why exactly are you making this, again? And uh, what can I do to help? I don't imagine I could be much help happily munching on a sandwich while I listen to your very, erh, compelling story." Joze didn't think she could help all that much anyways. Not physically, all she could do was sit pretty and even then, she wouldn't really. "You work very fast, by the way."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 18:40:51 GMT -8
Giving a small nod of confirmation back when Joze came to a conclusion about Korra's story. That was definitely the surface layer, though getting beneath that was causing Korra some difficulties if Joze was having trouble arriving at the proper destination, Korra would have to act as a better guide through the marble. Though even in response to Joze's question, Korra's voice was still monotonous and dead, though not so much by choice, it was just difficult for her to properly assign enthusiasm or feeling to her voice in proper doses.
"That's right. The Princess, who has to honor her courts and her subjects, and the knight who would be his fellow farmers by leaving them behind to chase this dream they both have together. Unfortunately, this leaves them with the obvious options, betray their supporters and love each other, or turn away from their hearts and continue on as they are. It's clear you would save the many and hurt yourself, or this is what most would do, but that pain will remain."
Korra explained the problem as she continued sculpting, letting Joze eat. She didn't have a problem with her eating all of the sandwiches, Korra didn't really need them any more herself, since 7 was a lot anyhow, but she didn't know the urge was running through the poor girl.
Though hearing her following questions made Korra smile faintly, exhaling a breath that was meant to be a chuckle, it was a rare thing for people to ask her why she was sculpting. Though she was used to people telling her how quickly she worked and making an effort to compliment her stories. Sure there was an occasional person who would be enthralled by her long in depth stories, but more often, she would find people who were put off by the way she spoke, or at least she believed that her stories weren't yet hitting home from Joze's words. It caused her to change her perspective a moment, it wouldn't do if her sculpture's stories didn't touch everyone after all.
"I was commissioned to make a piece for this theater's front entrance. White and black marble like the happy and sad masks of theater, it was quite poetic of them to request that kind of piece I thought. Though to ask me why, I'm actually quite famous for this kind of thing, though I can't say I'm a household name yet, someday soon I'm sure I will be, this is my second piece in a week after all."
Korra explained, of course she wasn't a famous person like Da Vinci or Salvador Dali, but she had dreams of making it there soon. With her ability, her peers didn't think she was far off, but Korra didn't believe it would be so easy to be discovered even if you were talented. Instead she stuck to making the pieces for the city and taking commissions to try and inspire people where ever she sculpted.
With Joze's question about being helpful though, Korra's eyes slid in her direction locking onto her face while her faint smile remained fixed as well.
"No, you're helping quite a bit, just by talking to me, even if it's a little dreary. Would you like to see?"
Korra asked, her hands already working their way up from the arm to the head. Slowly crafting a face into the silhouette, she began carving Joze's features into the marble quickly. Her large eyes, the soft flawless curve of her cheek to jawline, smooth soft lips, even the way she parted her bangs. She kept her eyes on Joze while her hands delicately crafted each feature into the stone creating a knight with her face. Though there was one portion that was different from the original, on the face, Korra carved a warm content smile, a soft kind appreciative smile, as if accepting kindness, but politely turning it down because the gesture was enough for her.
Adding even more detail into the face, more kindness, more warmth and hope applying textures to the eye brows and shaping the ears as she went. Korra's faint smile didn't fade as she continued speaking while she continued applying details to the face.
"I try to sculpt dark pieces that give hope and open up new paths for people to take in their lives, paths that may have otherwise been over looked. So having someone to talk lets me see how visible those paths are to other people."
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 18, 2013 3:43:41 GMT -8
To be fair, Joze was going to leave one of the sandwiches, because she would feel horrible if she just took all of them, especially for so little of a price. Honestly, she just had to sit tight and listen, and even if it was boring she was already eating the sandwiches, so no take backs for her. She was too prideful for it, anyhow. She had already agreed, and she was seeing this to the end. Of course, she just about pulled her hair out. Joze wasn't sure if this person was doing it on purpose or not, because she found she was paying very well for the sandwiches right now. It reminded her of a lecture, and she hated lectures. It reminded her of school, and that was the last thing she wanted to think about right now. She had homework and, well, it was just rude to take her homework out now and work on it. She had agreed to listen, and listen with her undivided attention she shall. Even if it killed her. Maybe not to that extreme. Even if she wanted to literally fall asleep, or tear her eyes out, or whatever. Now that she had somehow cleared up some of the subject, she found that she understood a little bit better. Useless fluff seemed to be her style of speech, which meshed horribly with the sound of her voice. Sure if there was some passion or emotion or, well, anything, it probably would have been much better. But she ate the sandwich and at least pretended to look interested, which was a talent she had perfected through the many years of boring school she had been put through. "So. Forbidden love, is it?" And Joze really, really fought not to roll her eyes. Much as she was alright with it, it was the cliche of all cliches. And she was seeing it here. The blond was glad once they moved on - she didn't think she could handle another bought of story time in that voice. Nothing wrong with the voice, honest, it was just, the tone. Or rather, lack thereof of a tone. Couldn't she be a least a bit conversational sounding? Have a natural rise and fall of voice, that was. Because Joze was having trouble distinguishing the ends of sentences. And the beginnings. And pretty much everything. But at least it wasn't really a topic she could fall asleep to, seeing as she was getting an answer to her question, albeit a fairly wordy one. It seemed as though she were bragging, is she paid attention to the words, but the way she simply said it suggested she was just... devoid of all emotion. Did she even feel? Though, if she were at the cusp of being famous, wouldn't she be rich? Or at least, have a lot of money? After all, people were already hiring her, and she doubted that they'd hire anyone incapable for a job like this. "Then you must be really good." Not that this fact wasn't obvious or anything, just looking at what she was working with now was enough to determine so. And then the creepiness started. First off - that smile. Dear god, Joze didn't expect to see that. In fact, she had gotten used to what little she had seen on that face, which was an emotionless mask of nothing. And now that there was some hint of emotion (albeit very little), she was creeped out. After getting accustomed to that voice, she was very creeped out. And she was helping by just sitting there? Well, she had never had a job that didn't require getting on her feet and physically helping, instead of being stationary, but she rather liked this. So she was starting on her second sandwich. Well, she liked it until she knew just what was happening and, dear god, she was incredibly weirded out. But she couldn't have said she didn't expect something like this. In fact, she didn't really know if it was really what she thought but, with Korra looking at her face, it wasn't hard to guess. Okay, all she had to do was think calmly because this person was currently putting her face on a statue and that was not okay. But she was still hungry so she kept eating, if not a bit begrudgingly. And she tried to put this far, far from her mind. "Dark pieces that give hope?" Was it just her or did that not make sense? At least, as far as her logic went, when things were dark, things were dark. But her reasoning at least held some moral sense - opening new paths for people was certainly interesting. And for someone so stoic as she appeared to have been, that was really surprising to hear. "That certainly seems like a very good, uh, reason to do this. I'm happy I could help in, that way, I guess." Turn away, turn away and pretend this wasn't happening. And for the most part, that is what Joze did. Still eating the sandwich.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 13:11:01 GMT -8
At Joze's question, Korra gave a simple nod's response, that one portion of her checklist effectively checked, she decided to move away from sculpting the love into the statues and begin working towards the less cliche portions of what she had in mind. As Joze turned her head away, Korra's eyes slid with the turn slowly altering her own perspective of the statue as well, the poor girl unknowingly giving Korra more to work with caused her to slowly shift around to the statue's side to sculpt the knight's ears and add more texture to the hair. Gauging how long Joze's hair was, Korra glanced once to the knight trying to gauge whether or not it was appropriate and instead decided to alter it faintly giving it a more brave and in some ways unkept feel as if the knight was active at all times.
"A forbidden love, yes. Though, that being said, however forbidden 'Love' remains a pure and honest human feeling. To consider something pure and lovely 'Forbidden' would make things like 'Honor' and 'Duty' more 'Cruel' or 'Evil' wouldn't it?"
Korra explained, it was wordplay though not at it's finest, Korra wasn't a writer but the message would hopefully come through. That the things that deemed good things wrong would be corrupt and wrong themselves. The problem though came from the fact that even those things were thought to be good as well which was the struggle Korra was trying to depict.
At the comment that Korra must be very good though, it made her pause, her eyes half lidding in thought as her faint smile remained, glad that someone would compliment her even if it was in passing. It was that validation that she got from others that filled the void left behind by her parents' forceful and controlling nature. Quickly giving a small nod of confirmation she started working once more adding more detail to the head until it was finally finished.
"I'm not the best judge of my own work, though I try to maintain a realistic assessment of my ability, I can't help feel pessimistic when I work alone."
Korra admitted, it was difficult for her to properly appraise her own pieces in private, she had difficulty deciding whether or not they were good constantly. This caused her to do drastic things like sculpting in public as she was now, where she could see just how clear her messages were and how powerful the imagery was. That way if something wasn't well received, she could scrap it and change it to suit the public's needs, that and it saved on having to charter a truck and movers to carefully carry the finished pieces to and from her studio and risking it being damaged during the move.
Still moving on though, she began working on the other arm that was tucked into the knight's chest, cleaving away some of the rock a bit forcefully to give the torso a more feminine shape. She began crafting in a bust line that imitated how pronounced Joze's was and adding in more weathered and damaged armors as she went and continued answering Joze.
"The world around us has become quite rotten, at least in my own eyes. People are able to ruin the lives of others for money and turn a blind eye to their suffering faces, whether it's with money, weapons or status, people can hurt people without batting an eye lash. We only reserve our kindness and hope for those we face, those close to us while slitting the throats of others while their back was turned, while they were unaware, while we couldn't see their face."
Korra explained, bringing a faint frown to her face replacing the empty smile she had before. Recalling her own frustrations with the world while she explained how a dark piece could give hope.
"Dark pieces can give hope, because they show people the possibilities of 'What could be'. That when you abandon your children, they grow up cold and empty. That when you rob a family's assets, their children suffer and go hungry and destroy themselves trying to scrape together what they can. That when you selfishly try to evade the consequences of your actions, you only cause more pain. It allows those who would hurt people, to see, in stone, the error of their ways, and it shows the victims of those people, that they are not alone in their struggles. When people see others struggle and suffer, it inspires others to make kinder decisions. And when people exhaust themselves or despair, they rise up stronger then they were at that low point in their lives."
Korra explained crafting a ring box into the knight's hand little by little, paying special attention to such a small detail, making it difficult to ignore, using prospective lines to draw the eye naturally to the 'secret' that knight was concealing. Letting the fingers clench it tightly, unwilling to let it go, holding onto it with no intention of handing it over. What was once cliche was slowly becoming complicated as Korra tried to erase the knight's intention of returning the woeful Princess's feelings in the statue.
"While I ramble on about it, it's much more simple then my speeches make it out to be; When people see sad or cruel things, it makes them kinder and reminds them that we are all in this together, because what they see in the stone could easily become someone they care for."
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 18, 2013 20:05:19 GMT -8
Maybe a better way to approach this not okay sculpting of her face and other features was to hide her face in what Joze could probably pass off as embarrassment, even though right now it was more like anger and incredulity. More like a 'was this really happening?' along with a 'what the hell do it do.' On the range of not okay to really not okay, this was really, really really not okay. But what was she supposed to do? Ask the girl to destroy the hard work she had put into it? That was just plain horrible. She couldn't bring herself to do much of anything but sit, listen, and eat her sandwich. Oh, and also think thoughts that really should not be spoken out loud because of common courtesy. Of which this girl had none. No offense to her, or anything, but this was really just the way that Joze found herself thinking. She didn't even ask and, well, she now found herself in this awkward situation. Hell, she still couldn't even face the sculptor face to face right now. There had to be something about copyright, or like, she could probably sue or something. There had to be a law about borrowing someone's face on a statue or figurine without proper permission (she didn't know if being given sandwiches counted but, the woman didn't specify what she wanted!), or something of that sort. Permission was something Joze was not willing to give when it came to her face on a statue that would be looked upon by many people. Hell, she really didn't need this, she needed to lay low anyhow. Joze didn't want her face anywhere, she had enough problems with her fire and jumbled memories. All she found herself doing was responding to the words that she spoke. And then she realized something that made this whole situation a lot more absurd. She didn't know her name, in fact, names hadn't been mention on both ends of the spectrum. And Joze couldn't help but laugh at this mixed up situation she found herself in. At least, she laughed quietly, to herself. This girl was sculpting her face and examining her, and she didn't even know Joze's name, "I just have a feeling that forbidden love is quite overused as a plot device, but I suppose the world can't get enough of that." But the girl was waxing philosophical, and philosophical Joze was not. The logic seemed sound but, well, she had never thought about it that way. "If you're going for that impression, I suppose it makes sense to an outsider. I wouldn't know, I haven't been in love, but I'd always hold honor for my family and duty to help them in any way I can higher than some fickle feelings I might have." And more times than she'll admit, Joze had these so called fickle feelings. That dumb blond co-worker of her's, for example. But the duty she had towards the ruin that was her family name and her desire to clear it of its tainted values would always come first. She noticed exactly what part was currently being sculpted, and she blushed, tried to subtly cover herself up despite the fact she was flat as a board. That was not okay, only certain people were allowed to look at it so intimately. Not cool, she seriously didn't even know this girl and she was already being turned into a statue. There it was, more philosophy that Joze could barely find herself following, though this time around it seemed more like moral code and the implications of right and wrong. But if this girl wanted to talk about this with someone, the high schooler was probably the worst candidate for it. Because right now she was angrily biting into her third sandwich and ripping it apart instead of ripping a new one into the monotonous girl. Okay. Okay she'll admit she might be right, but what she described was not unlike her own train of thought. "Maybe you're looking at it the wrong way." Not that she really was, Joze would go down in deep, deep shit for money. "Human beings are rotten, are you saying? People would betray and backstab for their own gain?" Sounded like someone she knew - i.e. herself. "What if they deserved it? Then what?" It had taken all of Joze's willpower not to cut her off. All of it. She probably shouldn't have reacted so harshly towards it, but she thought she was fairly civil. At least, she was a lot nicer than she usually was to people, but the gift of deliciousness that was food was curbing her tongue. Big time. Because say, if this was Kittim for example, she'd have been telling him off so hard, or throwing something disgusting at him. But maybe she was being so defensive because it reminded her of herself, and she didn't like being viewed in such a negative light. Though, darkness sort of struck home. Consequences of someone's actions have definitely have given her the personality she knew now, as herself, the girl scrounging for money and trying to get a successful future that hopefully made a lot of money for her, if only to never suffer the hardships she had now. But looking at somethng sad only resolved to make Joze feel more sad, not feel like she should help others. Because, she didn't have any tools to help any. Of course, she did want to help, but mostly because there was something in it for her, and she was incredibly hungry. "I mostly feel compelled to wallow in sorrow, but I guess that's just me."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 23:16:04 GMT -8
Hearing Joze's comment about forbidden love being cliche, Korra only tilted her head in thought examining her sculpture while it unfolded. It was true, though Korra wouldn't change the topic just for that reason, it made her consider possible alternatives. She kept her head cocked while she continued detailing considering other things she could add to make it not quite so typical.
"It is overused, I can't deny that. I'd think it's because the struggle is so apparent within that though that it's easy to create a story based around it."
Korra thought, after all she wasn't a writer, she came up with these stories herself which was faintly difficult for someone like her who was a C student at best. Though she was skilled at sculpting, she was still average on paper at the end of the day. Oblivious to how wronged Joze felt, Korra was good at seeing beneath the surface to the type of person lying beneath but that didn't mean she was a mind reader in any sense of the word, unable to really perceive Joze's discomfort, she continued blankly.
"I see, to never have loved, that is different. Instead maybe a better alternative would be catering to families then, spending more time with them versus working hard to secure their future. While you want to stay with them and make them smile, if you spend too much time with them, you won't be able to support their future. In that same way it's difficult to see the lesser of the two evils."
Korra tried to rephrase the story and struggles for Joze to be able to feel the impact of such a decision, though she wasn't sure if it would get through, Korra tried her best to make sure all of the small pieces were there to see the big picture when the time came.
When Joze began taking more of an interest in the philosophies though, Korra's hands suddenly stopped working, her eyes sliding towards Joze slowly in thought. The concept of someone deserving suffering or pain, it was appealing to Korra, it was a thought that gave her thought that the world was rotten some validity. It coaxed something of a darker grin from Korra, finally some emotion showing on her expression as she giggled silently to herself that someone would approach darkness with darkness.
Even in her voice, no longer monotonous or droning, instead it was sly, dark, smooth like velvet to the ear, tingly like the bubbles of champagne to the brain, like she should be wearing a cocktail dress socializing with fat cat bankers and eccentric billionaires over shrimp cocktails in a ballroom somewhere...
"There in lies the problem. The source of all backstabbing and betrayal. You work and struggle to gain power to stab someone who's wronged you, and they come back at you stronger, and it continues in a vicious cycle. Even if one of you dies, their children will naturally take their place and stab you from your blindspot, and your children in turn will grow to hate them and stab them in return. It breaths life into the decay infecting this world and lets it spread hurting more people--"
Korra explained returning to her work, her gestures smoother and more fluid, less robotic in nature but more guided then before being led through her work by her instincts while she continued to answer Joze's concerns.
"You're left with two options to break this cycle. You either take your revenge non-violently, rise up and become better without striking at them, or you're forced to annihilate everything, destroy them, the ones they're close to, their wives or husbands, their children, nephews and nieces, cousins and even their friends. You use every ounce of your power, money or influence to obliterate everyone they have in this world and everyone that those people held dear so there's no one left to continue the cycle that could remember your name."
Even while she explained though, she began exhaling slowly after she finished, taking a few moment's to recollect herself, leaning against the fixed princess statue with a hand on her face to try and wipe away the sly grin she'd been wearing while she spoke of chaos and annihilation. After a few breaths, she'd remove her hand bringing the stoic and dead expression back to her face, even her voice returning to the droning and monotonous tone. She even clenched her fist a few times to make sure she had a good hold on the reigns in her heart before continuing with the sculpture.
She took the time to walk around to the back slowly adding detail to the knight's back, not bothering to add a long flowing cape to a poor farmer knight, instead giving her a strong but weather back, continuing the armor design from the arms and front into a worn plate to cover her back. At Joze's comment about wallowing in sorrow, Korra could certainly relate, she'd been at such a point not long ago back when she started college, though judging Joze's age, Korra could assume it was the same phase she went through at that age. Thinking for a short time, Korra's eyes didn't leave her sculpture for once as she considered offering Joze a question, one Korra had been forced to find an answer to herself back then.
"Don't you think it would have made you give up already if that were true?"
Of course, Korra meant giving up on life, unaware that Joze may or may not have anything she was struggling to achieve, but even then, Korra felt like Joze had something that was keeping her motivated to get up in the morning.
"I like to think, that deep down, no matter how much we deny it, darkness strengthens our resolve to defy it. Whether it's with kindness, or perhaps revenge if that's what you're fond of, it makes us stronger somewhere."
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 19, 2013 16:25:05 GMT -8
Joze was perhaps not the best at hiding her emotions. Actually, most would agree and say she was absolute crap at it, and when she tried, it just made things more obvious. So she had simply stopped trying, and an unfortunate consequence evolved from that - she was meaner. Not that it was intention, it was just easier to reply to things with a snide remark, or just insult them directly. The only feeling that she intended to hide were feelings of liking another person, mostly because society was horrible and it was just easier to pretend she didn't like anyone than the people she liked. What was the word those people used at the maid cafe? Something that ended with dere, something or other. With like that weird ts thing. Apparently that was attractive in some way, though Joze could not happen to know why. She was nice to some people, when she felt like it or they had done something nice to her, in which this conversation was hinging upon some sandwiches she had been given, and her not being able to tell the woman just how she felt. Because it was rude if she did. It was probably better to keep her mouth shut, anyhow. Lest something unpleasant slip out. She couldn't help cutting off the woman when she mentioned spending time with her family instead of working for their benefit. "Not many people can afford that luxury, you know?" She really didn't want to be reminded on the fickle little thing that was her poor family. And so, her tone was probably snippy, as though she were just fed up. Because she was, in a sense, as such. As much as Joze would love to spend time with her family, her cute little sister, there was no time. There were always the occasional ice cream trips at the beach she took her sister to whenever she got paid (and hopefully that traitorous sibling never met her nemesis and worst enemy ever again, because Lysa was sure to take Kittim's side in things again), but even she knew that wasn't enough, and she oft wondered if her sister was ever lonely. They might've shared a room, but what was the use if all Joze did when she got home was sleep, work, and eat. No time for chit chat, no time for anything. Her brother, however, was not included in these benevolent thoughts because he was an ass. But even now, she did miss him, just a little bit. The old him, and the new him worried her sick a lot, even if she would never admit it. Ugh, the rise of painful circumstance again. "We can't all spare the time."And so then things took an even odder turn as Joze grew more genuinely creeped out by this person. Because, hell, when did the mood change? When the hell was monotone girl not... Monotonous? And the way she spoke and that godawful expression on her face made Joze think for a moment that she might just die. A fleeting moment, because that was stupid, she could protect herself just fine. And she found herself not quite wanting to know this person's name so much, nor giving it to her. Still, her voice was really scaring her because anything but monotone was weird, and this was extra weird because the way she was saying things about revenge and suffering and despair and that grin, it frightened her. She was, after all, still a bit of a kid, maybe growing up too fast, but still one. "That is certainly, uh, very interesting. I will see if I will ever need to take revenge on someone and follow your advice. Although, I think, I will stay away from things as drastic as murder." Because, let's face it, there was no way she was capable of killing anything but the undead. And that was a special occasion because she needed to survive and get the hell out of there. Even so, she didn't think she could do it without the help she had. "Give up? Give up what? I mean, sad things make me sadder, like when you're sad you listen to sad songs to become sadder because that's just what you do. At least, accurate for me." Could they not talk about this? Did not quite want to delve into personal life. She reached very, very, very deep into the depths of her soul to pull out something about this overcomplicated view to contribute to the conversation. "Darkness does have a way to make one stronger..." Okay, restating what the woman said was all she could contribute, so it didn't really count. Was it so much to ask that Joze wanted to go back to simple things and talk about the two statues again? Because at least that wasn't as awkward as the one sided psychology or philosophic thingy, Joze honestly could not tell anymore. Because her initial anger, still there but fading, was not worth it to pursue. "So, about your statues, besides forbidden love, what else is there on it?" And the blond, for the love of god, hoped that it was not going to be something analytical like English. Hell, she was even okay with just accepting it as another cliche story and moving on, but she hoped that she could ease into the bit about removing her face.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 17:45:47 GMT -8
Korra's hands continued moving, making sure the statue was properly detailed, addressing more of the armor weathering it and adding more imperfections with the thought of keeping it poor looking in mind. At Joze's sudden interruption though, Korra returned her words with a nod, gesturing towards her with a well received hand.
"That's the kind of struggle, that feeling right there is the pull those with forbidden love feel. The struggle between what they 'want' and what they know 'must be done'."
Korra said pleased that she found a good enough way to make the statue's troubles more relevant to Joze's situation. Moving a bit lower still, Korra was working her way through the final portions of the silhouette. She'd have to go back through and make it more intricate from head to toe once more, but even in it's current near rough draft state it was like a real person was standing there. Each feeling coming through clearly, the Princess's fear and regret, the knight's understanding and resistance to return her love. The Knight's poor nature who was forced to wear hand me down and used armor to protect the one he cared for, the Princess's spoiled but lost nature who seemed to have everything but happiness.
It was something many could sympathize with, though Joze may not be the type to understand, it seemed to radiate that type of feeling. Only hesitating at Joze's mention of murder, it caused Korra to pause, that wasn't quite what she meant, her sly and dark choice of words not getting the proper message across she was forced to correct herself.
"No, not murder. You just have to make sure there is nothing left for them to fight you with. In some way or another you'll have to take everything from them, but, in a way that could ultimately be murder in itself anyway."
Korra commented not quite sure, but it was after all the only way to really end the cycle, to erase their ability to fight back or rise up without instigating or giving a reason for retaliation. Though Korra continued to the best of her abilities in an attempt to clarify.
"Give up on life maybe, or the future. I'm not sure, but people who are wallow in sorrow usually don't feel anything but sadness and it becomes consuming. I would have to make another statue for that."
Korra considered, taking mental note of that, her next piece would have to be hope for those who were crippled by sorrow. Taking a momentary glance to Joze though, she couldn't quite see the girl as the type, instead she seemed more fiery, more proactive and strong even if it was out of necessity. The girl was younger then Korra but probably had a lot more drive and willingness, she seemed to Korra like the type who didn't get sad but got even instead.
Though when the discussion turned back towards her statues, Korra was already working on the legs making them thin but strong, feminine in nature, she gave a nod and decided to continue the story while she worked on the details of the legs.
"Besides forbidden hope, poverty and unhappiness, I'd like to think there's a truth in the Princess. An example that money can't provide you with happiness, someone who has everything can't have the only selfish thing they've ever wished for. Along with those unhappy things though, I'd like for people to come to a certain definition with their story; 'The work you do now, will never be meaningless'."
Korra explained, trying to give Joze a gentle push towards the revelation she tried to sculpt into the statues...
"For their forbidden love, there's another path they can take, where the knight is poor, but uses their strength to conquer a city for themself. Even if it hurts the princess and makes her unhappy to be away from the one she loves, once the knight conquers a town they declare themself a prince or princess, and use that title to return to the one they love, and suddenly dreams come true with hard work and effort."
She said, forgetting for a moment that Joze may not understand that example, Korra wracked her brain trying to relate it to Joze's own situation...
"In other words, while you cannot afford to spend that time now, you're buying yourself more time in a happier setting in the future, because these connections, family, love, friendship are not so easily broken with just distance and silence."
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 20, 2013 17:41:39 GMT -8
One would think when someone said annihilate, they meant destroy. Murder. Take the life out of. And well, that was what Joze had thought she had meant. But now, when she said specifically that it wasn't murder, well, the blond had blushed in embarrassment, looking away once more. For all intents and purposes, Joze was one of the more fiery and strong, although fiery more than just figuratively. And no, she really never did wallow in sorrow, despite what she had said. Sure, she had those slumps where she didn't feel very protective and just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. And not to anything. She got out of these slumps by remembering the people she wanted to protect and the people she wanted to destroy, and her family needed her to work and, her future. Yeah, she best channeled her energies into being productive for her future. Joze also felt as though the two of them had extreme differences. As she was explaining, Joze was disagreeing. And she interrupted. “Sometimes money can provide you with happiness, that is, maintaining the cost of living first off. I mean, having a lot of money does certainly help with happiness.” She did agree with that last statement though. Because her life would just be one humongous lie if she didn't, after all, wasn't she working so that it would pay off in the end? And at this point, Joze couldn't help but think that maybe this woman was a lot more absorbed in the to statues than mentally sane. Because she was getting way too into it. While she certainly thought the handiwork was beautiful, the high schooler just could not understand how much she was getting out of some simple statues. There was a lot of detail, she’ll admit, but she felt like she was look into it so much. “Wait, didn't you just say that - aren't you contradicting yourself? I thought you said something about spending time with family and friends, that it was better to do this instead of working so hard and alienating myself from them… or something.” Yes, Joze definitely remember her saying so. She finished off her last sandwich (the fifth one, leaving two more behind for this woman, in case she was hungry again, although if she offered Joze was definitely taking them on her way home). She hopped off the bench she was sitting at and walked over to where the woman was, because from her vantage point it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to examine the statues for what it was worth. "May I?" Joze wasn't going to really ask for permission, granted it was her face on that statue, and it was all out in the open. She still really could not get over the face. The face. She did not want to be a part of that face. Can they just not do the face thing? Thoroughly disturbed was she with this statue thing, and as much as she wanted to appreciate it for what it was, she was literally staring at it with trepidation mostly because she did not want anyone else to see this. Still, when she did ignore the face issue, she was pleasantly surprised at just how much this was thought through. "That box, in the knight's hand... is there a story behind that too?" Joze will probably kindly ask about removing her face sometime later...
all i could think of was shitsurakuen with the knight and the prince and that manga was just soul crushing to me.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2013 19:41:33 GMT -8
Korra took Joze's words into consideration, the thought that sometimes money can provide happiness, Korra couldn't quite agree with that. Instead it seemed like a conduit through which someone could acquire something that made them happy, the money itself was always just a means, or at least that was how she felt. She thought for a short time on how to properly word her theory, it seemed to her that it was a touchy subject to Joze so Korra didn't want to offend her or hurt her feelings with her answer.
"It does help with happiness, but I don't feel the money itself is what makes you happy. It's what you buy with that money that makes you happy, because when you have money, you're happy when you give it to someone else; for food, or housing, or anything I think? When you have it, you're thinking about what to do with it, or something."
Korra thought, not wanting to sound too certain though she couldn't really change the tone of her voice to make herself sound like she was trying to be cautious but she certainly made an effort.
At the word that Korra was contradicting herself though, she shook her head with a meek smile. She was just arguing the lesser of two evils, trying to spend time with loved ones, or using that time to work harder to support them. She brought it up as a way to try and relate the struggle of a forbidden love to Joze's situation since she admitted to never being in love. All for the sake of helping Joze understand the typical routes someone can take so she could propose some of the more hidden routes.
"No, I just wanted to make sure I had a way for you to understand their struggle. A struggle that people who haven't felt love might be able to understand. Once I found one to help you relate, I tried to relate the message; 'The work you do now, will not be in vain'. Or, at least that was my intention."
She responded trying to correct Joze, while she did bring it up, she only described them as two 'routes' a person would be forced to chose between.
Though when Joze stepped up to inspect them from closer up, Korra stepped to the side gesturing to the statues with a hand silently saying 'by all means' while she continued detailing the feet. Of course, Joze's belief about Korra being unstable enough to go so deep into her work that other people would ultimately be confused by her messages was true. Korra certainly wasn't stable in any sense of the word, sane was a stretch that she herself wouldn't be able to truthfully say she was. Instead she liked to think she maintained a realistic analysis about how 'eccentric' she was, even believing she may have some kind of illness, though she was never diagnosed, she always worried she may have one that allowed her to produce such fine works while being so inept in many other things.
Stepping back to let Joze have a look as close as she pleased, Korra heard her question about the ring box giving a small nod in response thinking about it only long enough to structure the hidden portions of her story.
"A small ring box, though it's a little modern and not quite something you'd see in the age of knights and princesses, I thought it would leave a bit of mystery for them to clutch it so tightly unwilling to give it up until they were able to do it right. With the example of family and loved ones, it would equate to not spending time with the ones you care about until you know they'll be properly supported."
She spoke, still trying to be sensitive, even if her tone didn't belay that sensitivity.
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 20, 2013 22:32:57 GMT -8
Despite all disagreements on money (Joze was still pretty hellbent on the fact that she liked money, it was essential to her happiness, and there wasn't anything anyone else could do about it), she found herself sort of, well, not really enjoying the company, but at least tolerating it. For the pure fact that things had gotten a little more interesting, and probably would have been more compelling if not for this woman's voice. "What are you trying to say? You're saying, you're saying that I should spent time with my family? Or work for them on their behalf? I'm... I don't understand." Joze would admit right there she was confused. She didn't get it. At all. She probably wasn't looking into it too much. "Whose struggle, I thought we were talking about family here, did I hear that wrong?" She probably heard wrong, but stubbornly maintained her point. "Was that not what we were talking about?"She peered at the knight from an angle in which she could not see the face, and she found she quite enjoyed it very much. "My brainpower for analytical discussions is gone, and my ability to comprehend things is gone as well. So, excuse me if my train of thought is wrong." Right now, she was seeing things in black and white and absolutely, totally ignoring the areas of gray. "The knight doesn't want to give her the ring. The knight wants to, but wants to do it right. So they're just going to have a happy ending, just like that? The knight's going to conquer territory and become a prince and marry the princess, happily ever after?" Maybe she was far off the mark, but something about this didn't quite sit well with her. "I can't be right. I mean, didn't you say you wanted to make it more tragic?" Questions mark were popping up from her head now. "Uh, I definitely remember you mentioning unrequited love, is that part of it too?" There had to be more, there had to be, because all the facts that Joze could remember weren't adding up right. "I feel like, there's something missing. I mean, I'm obviously not in control of the statues or anything, but given the information you've told me so far, there's something missing or it's just full of contradictions." Face. The face. She did not want the face. "And uh... did you really put my face there?" Did she have a generic face or something? Maybe that was it, but she really felt uncomfortable with a face so similar as her's on that statue.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 0:23:35 GMT -8
At Joze's confusion, Korra couldn't help feeling pleased inside. From her questions Korra could only imagine the uncertainty, the struggle, the confusion, fighting for answers! It was something Korra had hoped to spark in everyone who saw her work, to help people come to conclusions and destinations, she was glad that Joze was feeling some of the things she'd hoped to reach her with, though she didn't feel up to the task of answering them. She gave it a few seconds thought while Joze continued to question her, trying her best to formulate something Joze would be able to accept, she finally exhaled sharply before speaking.
"I'm suggesting that sometimes the two don't have to conflict with each other. That while you work, you can make ways to be a part of their lives until the time comes when you don't have to work any more. Like the knight remaining by the Princess's side until he can set his plan to become a Prince in motion. Rather then thinking about black and white, worrying about shades of grey, remember there are a myriad of colors at your disposal as well, in there somewhere, there's potential to have both I'm sure."
Korra tried to explain, though she hoped Joze wouldn't dismiss it as idealistic non-sense, Korra felt justified in her response. Even if physically spending time wasn't possible, something like writing a small text here and there or a note to wish them well on the counter, or other cheesy and silly things were all possible. In that way, it would be possible to touch their lives and spend time with each other even if work demanded their absolute attention.
At the rest of Joze's concerns though, whether or not they were talking about her family, what type of discussion was really taking place, Korra couldn't help wearing a meek smile as she shook her head in response. The gesture, though fluid, was clearly forced, almost unnatural as if Korra had to make an effort to express herself in that way.
"I'm talking about everyone's struggles, you as well, everyone who has a struggle like this. As long as it gets even one person to think of more options then 'one or the other'. It's a way for me to help people without asking about their history, their relationships or even their name. With a passing glance at the knight struggling who has an alternative, I hope others will think of alternatives as well, so that they know their efforts are not wasted."
Korra tried to explain, it was hazy that much was certain, while she was using Joze as an example, she was working towards a universal answer to the problem, which boiled down to 'Plan C' where you didn't pick either of the two options and made up your own. It was a quick way for Korra, who already had an awkward time socializing because of her stoic features and monotonous voice to help people through their struggles without having to have deep conversations where she got to know them on an intimate level.
Though, when Joze mentioned that Korra was aiming to make it tragic, she turned back to the statues in thought, cocking her head to the side as if trying to consider whether or not it was tragic, but to her it looked quite sad and tragic even with the happy ending.
"A sculpture is a piece frozen in time, no matter how much they struggle, there is no person who has the power to move them. In this moment, their love cannot exist, unrequited, tragic, depressing, most would walk by and see the sad princess greeting her impoverished knight who bared an understanding smile. They won't have the luxury of knowing the ending, knowing the third path that the knight found to be happy, but from the box he's holding they'll know he's got 'something'."
Korra tried to explain, anyone else would probably find it tragic from looking at it, but Korra wasn't skilled enough of a story teller to create a decent cliff hanger. Instead she fleshed out an entire story, and always tried to capture the most wayward and depressing moment in that story to show to people to inspire hope for their own happy ending. Again, though, that level of detailing was likely insane, Korra knew it deep down, she wasn't quite right in the head when it came to her pieces, but she felt maintaining a realistic assessment of her sanity was enough to keep enough of her crazy in check.
When Joze mentioned her face though, Korra gave an awkward off-handed shrug nodding along. It was indeed Joze's face, or at least what Korra could capture from it and manipulate it into. The smile it wore was probably not something Joze would ever show to someone any time soon, that content and understanding smile as the Princess looked down on them, but the rest of the features were close enough to near mirrored.
"It is, I can graft someone's face into stone rather quickly if they're in my line of sight."
She said bluntly with a meek smile, like it was no big deal.
"It was a lot of help, you'd make a cute amateur model."
She added, turning her attention to her small bag of tools and supplies, nestled in with the stone debris that was shaved off of the large blocks previously. Fishing through it for a metal plaque and engraving pen to finish things off and give it the look of a professional piece still oblivious to Joze's discomfort.
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 21, 2013 0:53:33 GMT -8
Much as Joze would like to say she was red in anger, there was no denying that she was turning a little red, and she herself couldn't admit to herself that it was because she was just a smidgen embarrassed. Maybe a lot embarrassed. It wasn't her fault, and she had certainly planned to be more mad than this odd feeling of wanting to look away and not face the woman. It was because, simply because she said that compliment! And Joze was weak towards compliments, everyone knew that. She loved being praised, certainly many people did and she was no exception. She wanted to reaction to be more anger than anything else, but now it was a little different. But to be fair, she really didn't like her face there, and compliment or not, she was going to tell the woman this. And then in the process, ask for her name because Joze forgot to do so before. She covered a bit of her face now, a little self-conscious about it. "D-did you just say I was cute?" Did she also say model? Did she really look the part? No, nah, no way. Not her, she was mistaken, she must've been blind or something of the sort. "I'm sure you don't mean that, of course not." She needed to correct this little misconception, but she didn't really want to just bluntly put it like that. The previous things the woman had said about philosophy and life and lessons had just soared above her head, lost now, because Joze could not for the life of her follow it. She mostly dismissed it as nonsense. Because, from her point of view, it was nothing but nonsense. She tried to absorb some sort of advice, but it was nothing really. Things she didn't understand, and she probably could go on with life without any mishaps not knowing much about it anyways. Her main concern right now was to see if she could nicely break it to this woman not to include her face. "I, uh, I don't know how to say this, because you've been nothing but nice to me." She really, really didn't know how to, and here it came. "But I feel a bit uncomfortable, with that. I appreciate your handiwork, I really do, it's just, for privacy's sake is all. I doubt my family would be particularly thrilled if they found out." Actually, Joze didn't think they'd really care much, it was just self-consciousness on her part that was the main impetus of this whole thing. "Don't get me wrong, I really like it, I do!" Lies, but what else was she supposed to say about it? The details were amazing, and if anything this woman had captured her face well in the stone. Save for that expression. It may have fit the statue, but it definitely did not fit the girl's personality at all. "I'm just a bit concerned about it, it's awkward. What if someone sees it, it's really not okay." Shaking her head right now.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 9:14:11 GMT -8
At Joze's embarrassment, Korra found it amusing, for once she was glad her expressions didn't change with what she felt inside, she could giggle in her head about how Joze took the compliment without seeming rude. Though she couldn't let Joze belittle herself, specially not since Korra felt she looked good enough to be used as inspiration, she wouldn't let Joze discount her own style. She set the plaque and pen aside, approaching Joze with a breath, Korra cocked her head clearly invading the poor girl's personal space to raise her hands up towards her cheek and temple to get a good look at her face.
Her eyes half lidding while she glanced over Joze's features, delicately keeping her hands raised towards Joze's face to make sure she could get a good look at it, Korra finally met her eyes after a few short cursory glances around her features.
"You have very smooth features, large vibrant eyes, you take good care of your hair, and chose to part it down one side keeping it short to keep it manageable but it suits what I know of your personality, you have a good bust for your size and haven't tried to force poor proportions, you seem to eat well giving you a full frame but you're still pale making it look like you're cast from porcelain and the way you wear your clothes to do all of this justice. I'm not wrong, I made a realistic assessment. You'd make a cute model."
She repeated before turning back to her plaque, of course, Joze's concerns made her pause mid-step. The thought that someone might not want to be sculpted had never crossed Korra's mind before, she tended to take their offers of help as permissions, but hearing someone say they didn't like it for the first time made her think. Bringing a hand to her face to try and stop her lips from contorting into a dark grin from the misfortune, she thought about Joze's words for a short while before finally glancing back towards her.
"Then, it would be okay if nobody else can see it?"
Korra asked suddenly, actively trying not to sound sly and mischievous, preferring her droning monotonous tone that made her seem less likely to play with people. Turning her attention from the plaque to the debris around her bag, Korra tilted her head in thought sifting through the discarded stone. Heaving it up to her lap, Korra glanced once more to Joze before grinding down some of the edges saving the plaque for later, for now Joze's preferences were more important.
Hollowing the chunk out, and wearing it down to make the inner portions smooth. Korra started cleaving small lines here and there to work as the negative of the knight's hair looking like she had no intention of altering the face.
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Sept 22, 2013 0:56:15 GMT -8
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a. indifference or b. disinterest "Woah woah wait wait wait-" Joze cut herself off as this woman came closer, invading her personal space. The blond backed away a bit, confused at just what was happening right now. More like, tried to tip her balance behind her, pulling her face away. And trying very hard not to topple over as this woman- wait, what was she doing, examining her?! That was certainly not okay, not right now. This was more uncomfortable than her faced etched into stone to see forevermore. Her hands were too close, way too close, and she felt an uh-oh feeling. Only it wasn't so uh-oh as opposed to 'the hell is happening I am confused and uncomfortable'. The more she stared, the more Joze sifted around under her gaze.
Then she started talking about her features and, well, Joze was more confused by this. Everything she said was... not true. Not from her perspective. She didn't really take care of her hair, not more than the average person. She definitely did not have a good bust. And if she had a good bust for her size, well, her size must have been 'child'. Which was anything but a compliment. She was pale, she wasn't going to deny it, but she wouldn't really call it porcelain, maybe vampire would be a better description. And she wore her clothes, well she was wearing her uniform, since she had just gone from here to school. So unless someone digged the underaged (and really underaged) schoolgirl look, Joze was not convinced. "T-that's not true." Still it cued the blushu blushu sequence from her.
Confused for a moment at the next topic, Joze then began to have her 'oh' moment. "Nobody else can see it?" To be fair, Joze liked that much better than having it out in public. However, it was still a pressing concern, because that would be her face on stone probably in the possession of this chick she barely knew, evidenced by the fact that her name was still unknown to her. "Does that mean, you're still gonna see it?" Actually, that was probably creepier than having other people see it. At least they didn't really know what they were seeing, whereas this woman knew. And of course, that just made the blond more uncomfortable, thinking about the connotation of what was suggested.
"I'm not sure if that's better or worse, to be honest. You're basically a stranger. A nice stranger who have me sandwiches, but still a stranger." And no, Joze had no plans on changing that. "I don't even know your name. I'm not exactly comfortable with that." Hell, would anyone be comfortable to suddenly be, out of the blue, sculpted into marble by an absolute stranger? No, no one would, and the woman was crazy for even thinking any differently. And the face still looked like her's. Great, just great. The woman had to be off her rocker, absolutely gone mad if common courtesy and public etiquette escaped her like this.
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