Mazie | LORE (_lore_) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-08-27 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | kyle, kyle and mazie, mazie |
Fancy Angry Art
Who: Kyle and Mazie
When: Late morning
Where: Kitchen then Kyle's room
The only really good part of this was that her laptop was in A Block, waiting for her. Well that and that she did really need the time to herself right now. She thought about everyone that was in B block that she would be leaving behind, but she didn’t have much time to really think about it. Besides, it might be good for her. She was still livid at the prospect of what had happened, still unsure how she felt about it other than just...angry and betrayed and maybe, more than everything else, jealous. But they gave her a half an hour and she while she got her laptop back, she wasn’t really pleased with the Administration either.
Everything was one big ass black cloud hanging over her head so she went to her room, checked in like she had the day before, and took her laptop before leaving it again. She didn’t want to sit there, not yet. Maybe later, after she stocked it with provisions from the kitchen, but right now she needed to check this laptop for deleted programs, codes, anything that they might have gotten off of her when they’d stolen it before. So, she parked herself in the kitchen and leaned against the counter, waiting for the water to boil for her Cup O’Noodles while she typed furiously at her keyboard. “....can’t believe they left the fucking camera feeds...”
Kyle had finally torn himself away from his painting. He knew he needed to get something to eat and so he took the short walk from his new room to the kitchen. The artist looked very much as if he had been working all night. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes - a look that was only highlighted more by the dots and streaks of paint on his hair, clothing and skin. His fingers especially had taken damage, with dried paint collecting in his knuckles and under his nails, even though he had washed his hands. Kyle didn't seem to mind or notice however as he headed straight for the fridge. he actually walked straight past Mazie, then did a double take. "You... Weren't on the list," he said, dumbly. "Have - have they opened the tunnel again?" he asked, an edge of hope entering his tone as his eyes flickered towards the exit.
"…Not after I got out of it, probably," Mazie said, shrugging a little as she looked back up at Kyle for a moment. She barely studied his physique and what little hints she picked up on, she didn't really care about. Yeah, he was tired looking. She was fucking tired looking too. She felt sluggish in the best sense, and like a shell of herself at the worst. "Yeah, the Administration fucked up and put me over in B Block when apparently I was supposed to be here all along. Coincidences, right? I don't give a shit where I am, but being far away from B right now couldn't sound better."
Kyle tilted his head to the side and frowned. Sure, that little spark of hope that they hadn’t permanently cut one block off from the other was dying pretty damn quick, but right now he was more focused on that fact that Mazie seemed happy about that. Well, in a pretty pissed off kind of a way. “What’s wrong with B?” he asked her.
"Lots of shit," Mazie said, not truly looking up from her computer until she heard the boiling of her water on the stove. She took a step toward it, trusting that Kyle would know better than to touch her computer, and started to carefully pour the water into her Cup O'Noodles. "B block fucking sucks."
The frown on the artist’s face deepened and there was now an edge of worry. “Why - I mean, is everything okay over there? I mean, that is - clearly not, but... It everyone okay?” he asked. He had friends over there. Or, well, at least one, plus other people he knew and wasn’t sure whether he could actually count as friends, but that he cared about nonetheless and he knew from experience that Mazie’s priorities could be kind of skewed at times.
"I don't know everything about everyone in the whole fucking block, Kyle," Mazie said, bringing her styrofoam container back to her computer and looking down at it again. "I guess most of the people are fine when they're not screwing you over... I am actually pretty glad that they screwed up and needed to change my blocks right now."
Her tone just irritated him and he visibly bristled, though he didn't actually say anything about it. From what she had been saying, he felt he was justified in being concerned. There was no need to bite his head off over it. "Well, good job it worked out for you then," he said, archly. He turned and walked over to the counter to fix himself some food.
“Yeah, I get my computer back and over here, if people hook up, I don’t give a shit about it.” She said before slurping her noodles and focusing on her computer again. She didn’t necessarily want to tell Kyle what happened but it wasn’t like she stopped the words from coming out.
Kyle looked over at that, one eyebrow raised as he pulled a few slices of bread from the bag, then reached for the cheese. It didn't take a genius to make an assumption. "What happened with Autumn?" he asked her.
"Why'd you just jump to thinking it was Autumn? Talk about jumping to conclusions," She said, flicking her eyes back at Kyle. Yes, she was aware of the irony of her statement, but that didn't really show in her cold demeanor. "Just…screw Block B, ok? Nothing's wrong, it's just better over here."
Kyle just gave her a steady look at that. "You talk about people hooking up, you're acting like you wouldn't give a damn if block B went up in flames, Autumn's your girlfriend. It seemed like a good conclusion to jump to. Am I wrong?" he asked.
“Does it look like I want to talk about this?” She asked, looking back at Kyle with narrowed eyes. She shook her head and then decided to actually pay more attention to his appearance, to try and find something to pick at to talk about instead of her. “You look like hell. What did you do?”
Kyle rolled his eyes and put the top slice on his sandwich. Girls. Cutting the sandwich into two, he grabbed a plate. "I've been working," he told her, archly, seeing no reason to be friendly if she wasn't going to be.
“...On what?” Mazie asked, incredulous as she looked back at Kyle because, dammit, she was curious now. And it was something different, something that wasn’t Autumn and Jim, to think about. “You look like I do when I stay up all night…” Which she sort of looked like right now, since sleep had been few and far between the times she’d been awake the previous night.
Kyle looked at her as thought she was crazy. "My painting," he told her, slowly. He decided not to go into detail on exactly what he was working on, but he hadn't thought that the fact that he was an artist would have passed anyone by. He'd been pretty vocal about the fact, after all.
Mazie gave him a Look and shook her head. “Of what?” She clarified, even though her tone was stuck at a forced level, trying not to get too hard or too loud with Kyle. They had a delicate relationship as it was but he had the unfortunate opportunity to be the first person she’d interacted with since she got here to this block, so her niceties were only going to go so far today.
"An abstract piece representing the uncertainty and pain of forced change within a powerless environment," Kyle told her, since she'd asked. It was never easy talking about the abstract without the work there in front of them, when the other person wasn't also an artist.
Mazie listened to him, thinking it sounded really very 'high fallutin', but that was something her mother would have said. And Kyle had a point there. "Fucking right," She said, looking back at her computer as she typed a line of something absently. "Forced change...bullshit...sometimes, this place really blows."
"That it does," Kyle agreed, though he was less enthusiastic for the conversation now. He was aware that his hackles were up, and he had been in a foul mood anyway. Given his history with Mazie, he wondered if he wouldn't be best to just take his sandwich back to his room.
“...Can I see it?” Mazie asked, surprised with herself that she even wanted to. But she did. Maybe it would be nice, even, and she could work on this ‘don’t be mean to Kyle’ thing she was trying to keep up with. “I bet it’s probably pretty cool. And I could use some angry art right about now.”
Kyle paused, clearly just as surprised as Mazie was about the question. "Erm, sure... I guess," he told her. "You like angry art?" he added, his mind automatically going to Adam's comments on the subject, and to his preference towards lighter subjects.
“I guess. I don’t know. Never really looked at any art at all but I’m thinkin’, right now, angry art might just be callin’ my name.” She stood up and closed her laptop, tucking it under her arm protectively as she reached for her Cup O’Noodles. “So...can I see it now?”
"...Oookay," Kyle told her. He collected his cheese sandwich and gestured towards the exit. "I'm right next door anyhow," he told her and then walked out to his room, assuming that she would follow. He let them in - the painting was on an easel in the middle of the room. It was, like most of his work these days, rendered in oils. The predominant colours were blacks and greys, with shoots of white and some reds and purples intermingled in the swirling, chaotic patterns.
Mazie followed, food in her hands and laptop under her arm, until she got to his room and took in the art. Abstract art. That she didn’t really understand. Because to her it didn’t look like all the things that Kyle had said earlier that had sounded so enticing. But the more she looked at it, the more she started to see little bits of stuff that might fit in with Kyle’s earlier words. “Seems pretty angry to me. This...might be the first piece of art I’ve seen in person.”
Kyle set his sandwich down on his desk, having to push paint tubes, rags and pots of brushes aside to do so. "Really?" he asked, a confused frown on his face. "I... Don't take this the wrong way, but... Did you not get out much or something?"
“Well, when you grow up in West Virginia and you’re homeschooled, you don’t exactly get to go on field trips to fancy art galleries,” Mazie said, looking back at Kyle. “So no, I didn’t really get out much. And any field trip I took was virtual, and I wasn’t to galleries or museums. I was more of a government buildings kind of person.” Mazie shrugged a little. “Guessin’ you’ve seen some fancy art in your life, though.”
Kyle tilted his head to the side a little and looked at her, a question popping into his head. "What's the difference between 'fancy art' and just standard 'art'?" he asked her, wondering about that and her impression, given the way she had just phrased things there.
That she didn’t really have an answer for. Confused, she looked back at Kyle then back at his art. “I...don’t know, I guess any real art is fancy. I’ve seen my mom do watercolors, the paint by numbers things, but nothing like this,” She said, gesturing toward his painting. “You don’t consider this fancy?”
Kyle shrugged. "It's just what I do. I guess I would be better off calling it 'fancy', if you like, since I am - or would like to think myself - a professional artist. I can do watercolour as well though-" Though he tended not to, it didn't fit his style very well. "-and I figure that there the difference between myself and your mother would simply be skill. Art is art. It's good, or bad, or somewhere in between. Just because it's hanging on the wall of some uptown gallery doesn't necessarily mean it'll speak to you any more than the sketch you did on the back of your notebook between classes."
Mazie listened and nodded, thinking that it made sense in a weird way. “Well, there aren’t any nice galleries or anything in West Virginia, but I like your painting.” Even though she didn’t understand it. It was nice, though, to see that Kyle had made something. Maybe he felt a little like she did after writing a successful code. “I guess we both create things, just in really different ways.”
Kyle shrugged a shoulder. "I guess we do. I could create something for you - if you'd like," he suggested. It wasn't like he was getting a whole lot of sleep lately anyhow. He would be painting - may as well be focused painting.
"Yeah? That'd be cool. I could...write you a code or something, for your computer. I don't know. We could exchange things," She offered, looking back at Kyle. "That might be nice, actually." Would certainly help her get her mind off of the bullshit she was caught in right now.
"Would there be anything in particular you'd be looking for?" Kyle asked her. "I know you say you haven't seen much art, but is there anything in particular you like?"
Mazie shrugged after a moment. "I don't know. I guess just whatever you want to paint. Can't really tell you to paint something specific, right? Not how inspiration works, right? Or am I wrong?"
"You can tell me what kind of things you like, then leave it to me to interpret that. Even if it's just a mood, or a word - did you see the sketches I did based off of words people gave me a few days ago? Sometimes inspiration works with some direction. Alternatively, you can just let me get on with it and see what I come up with," Kyle told her.
"Well, I'm ok with just letting you go with it but if you want some words, I like... Justice. And respect. And... Hope." they l sounded a little serious when she said them but she didn't have a real chance to stop herself from the words coming out anyway.
Kyle worked a smile. "Given the way I've been working lately, you'll probably have it by tomorrow," he suggested. He already had a few ideas forming.
Mazie grinned a little, actually feeling pretty good about this. "Awesome. You think about what you want in return but I'm excited to see it."
Kyle pulled the abstract piece carefully off the easel at set it to one side before reaching for a clean canvas. "I'll get started on it now," he told her. He glanced towards the door, then back at Mazie. "I'll let you know when it's done?" he suggested. He preferred not to have an audience.
Mazie nodded, understanding that perfectly. "Catch you on the flip side," She said, before heading toward the door to go back to her room.