Takamura Koutarou ð éŦæå
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recolle2017-03-08 09:36 pm
wordcarvings) wrote in recolle2017-03-08 09:36 pm
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WHO: Koutarou & YOU!
WHERE: Various Recolle locations (animal shelter, buddhist shrine, university, library, etc)
WHEN: March
WHAT: Secrets, birthdays, anniversaries, books
WARNINGS: n/a
library and thereabouts (5th)
[ Things calm down somewhat regarding the secret that was spilled just the other day, and he doesn’t have to avoid people as much. That means that he can go to an activity he had intended to go to, because he always does.
He drops by the library with some books he’s read and won’t read again anytime soon. He hopes to be able to find some poetry (or maybe art books) among the books that had been dropped off. Something he has not read before, or something he doesn’t have yet. He buys some baked goods, too.
He also intends to go read whatever he picked up, and ends up sitting on the steps leading to the library front door, and eventually some stone wall a fair bit up from the ground. How did he even get up there? Jump? It’s not the easiest wall to climb.
Meanwhile, he feels stares at his back but tries to ignore them, chalking it up to the previous incident. He’s wrong, because there is a paper with some secret or other taped on his back. (He thought he managed to avoid that.)
> I was disowned.
> I went to Vesuvius with someone important that wasn’t my girlfriend.
> I won’t go on blind-dates because a girl scared me.
> I have not spoken to my father in nine years.
> I am horrible at technology and still barely knows how to use a computer.
At least when he sits up on the wall they’re less visible, but while he browses the books and sits on the stairs, they’re easy to read. ]
the animal shelter (13th)
[ He got a rare call from his youngest older sister early in the morning. So early that it was still the middle of the night. Wishing him a happy birthday, telling him his other sisters were doing well, not really mentioning anything else. He’s been in Recolle for nearly ten years now...
He (unintentionally) takes the day off to wander, starting from the early hour he was woken up by Naoko’s call, away from the memories, the knowledge that he needs to go other places at the end of the week. He even forgot his sketchbook, which doesn’t usually happen. This time of the year was his least favorite, and he couldn’t go be with Ashlee because she left for a short vacation with some friends just the other day. How many days had it been since he last saw her in person now, anyway?
Eventually he ends up in the area of the animal shelter, and he decides to go to visit it, to hang out there and see if there might ba anything he can do during the day, play with the animals and stuff. ]
a university art classroom (16th)
[ His students and anyone else he’s met at the university today may have noticed that he’s seemed a bit absent today. But finally the lesson is over and honestly, despite being a bit distant he did his job well. It’s just an off day- (Off week, really.)
He’s staying longer though, putting away tools of the trade and cleaning everything up. He’s not about to go home in quite a while and the light is on in his classroom even as it becomes late in the evening. ]
your local buddhist shrine (19th)
[ Saturdays are zumba. He started going with intentions on continuing to go. But this saturday he didn’t go. His mind was too filled with other things. And the day after he goes to clear his head a little bit. Best as he can, at least, for the time being.
He doesn’t go very often to the shrine. To buy incense, sometimes. To offer a prayer, once in a while. He doesn’t really offer prayers at the small home shrine he has in his apartment, and the picture of his mother is turned toward the window, so he doesn't have to feel her accusatory stare (which really only is in his imagination). So he goes to the shrine on the anniversary of her death - nine years already - to offer a prayer mostly out of obligation. He missed his family, but he knew it wasn’t his fault she died even if his father had said so on her wake.
He offers some incense at the memorial altar, prays for some minutes, then buys some more incense to bring home because he enjoys the scent. He strays among the lit incense sticks for a while, then heads to leave the shrine and go for a walk before heading home to his apartment in Birch Hills. ]
your local wild card (?th)
[ you know how this one works. i’m open to anything. ]
WHERE: Various Recolle locations (animal shelter, buddhist shrine, university, library, etc)
WHEN: March
WHAT: Secrets, birthdays, anniversaries, books
WARNINGS: n/a
library and thereabouts (5th)
[ Things calm down somewhat regarding the secret that was spilled just the other day, and he doesn’t have to avoid people as much. That means that he can go to an activity he had intended to go to, because he always does.
He drops by the library with some books he’s read and won’t read again anytime soon. He hopes to be able to find some poetry (or maybe art books) among the books that had been dropped off. Something he has not read before, or something he doesn’t have yet. He buys some baked goods, too.
He also intends to go read whatever he picked up, and ends up sitting on the steps leading to the library front door, and eventually some stone wall a fair bit up from the ground. How did he even get up there? Jump? It’s not the easiest wall to climb.
Meanwhile, he feels stares at his back but tries to ignore them, chalking it up to the previous incident. He’s wrong, because there is a paper with some secret or other taped on his back. (He thought he managed to avoid that.)
> I was disowned.
> I went to Vesuvius with someone important that wasn’t my girlfriend.
> I won’t go on blind-dates because a girl scared me.
> I have not spoken to my father in nine years.
> I am horrible at technology and still barely knows how to use a computer.
At least when he sits up on the wall they’re less visible, but while he browses the books and sits on the stairs, they’re easy to read. ]
the animal shelter (13th)
[ He got a rare call from his youngest older sister early in the morning. So early that it was still the middle of the night. Wishing him a happy birthday, telling him his other sisters were doing well, not really mentioning anything else. He’s been in Recolle for nearly ten years now...
He (unintentionally) takes the day off to wander, starting from the early hour he was woken up by Naoko’s call, away from the memories, the knowledge that he needs to go other places at the end of the week. He even forgot his sketchbook, which doesn’t usually happen. This time of the year was his least favorite, and he couldn’t go be with Ashlee because she left for a short vacation with some friends just the other day. How many days had it been since he last saw her in person now, anyway?
Eventually he ends up in the area of the animal shelter, and he decides to go to visit it, to hang out there and see if there might ba anything he can do during the day, play with the animals and stuff. ]
a university art classroom (16th)
[ His students and anyone else he’s met at the university today may have noticed that he’s seemed a bit absent today. But finally the lesson is over and honestly, despite being a bit distant he did his job well. It’s just an off day- (Off week, really.)
He’s staying longer though, putting away tools of the trade and cleaning everything up. He’s not about to go home in quite a while and the light is on in his classroom even as it becomes late in the evening. ]
your local buddhist shrine (19th)
[ Saturdays are zumba. He started going with intentions on continuing to go. But this saturday he didn’t go. His mind was too filled with other things. And the day after he goes to clear his head a little bit. Best as he can, at least, for the time being.
He doesn’t go very often to the shrine. To buy incense, sometimes. To offer a prayer, once in a while. He doesn’t really offer prayers at the small home shrine he has in his apartment, and the picture of his mother is turned toward the window, so he doesn't have to feel her accusatory stare (which really only is in his imagination). So he goes to the shrine on the anniversary of her death - nine years already - to offer a prayer mostly out of obligation. He missed his family, but he knew it wasn’t his fault she died even if his father had said so on her wake.
He offers some incense at the memorial altar, prays for some minutes, then buys some more incense to bring home because he enjoys the scent. He strays among the lit incense sticks for a while, then heads to leave the shrine and go for a walk before heading home to his apartment in Birch Hills. ]
your local wild card (?th)
[ you know how this one works. i’m open to anything. ]
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Togusa hands over the package. "One of these is a joke. I couldn't quite help it."
On top is a new set of drawing charcoals. It's always been a format that Togusa has appreciated with Koutarou's art, some things just come out more beautifully in the stark black and white.
Behind it is a book of art by Katsuhika Hokusai. He's well-known for his woodblock prints, and other work that Koutarou is undoubtedly very familiar with. But there is a bookmark stuck in the page depicting one of the paintings. Because, of course, the picture is changed, with the woman on a pure white chocobo instead of a horse. Written on the bookmark, in Togusa's neat kanji: "for the day when it changes back."
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Because it's Togusa, it's not very awkward to open the package in front of him. His smiles widens upon inspecting the contents. He always was a great fan of Hokusai. "Thank you, Hitori."
It certainly is different to wash charcoal from face and hair than normal paint, after hours and hours of immersion that accidentally caused some smudges here and there--investing in anything to hold his hair out of his face while he works is not an option since he would forget it either way.
He picks up and turns the bookmark in his hand. "Do you think it will turn back?"
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"I do," Togusa asserts, and he nods firmly. "Whatever's going on here, I think everybody's very afraid because it seems like all these changes are happening, and we've got no control over it."
"But anything that changes can be changed back. I'm sure of it."
Togusa's gaze lingers on the bookmark for a second, then he scratches the back of his head and laughs. "Maybe not the lightest conversation for a birthday."
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"But we don't, right?" He slips the gift into his bag, then returns to petting the dog. "Have control over it, I mean. So we can't change it back by our will."