park

@kwon nara The weather outside seemed perfect. Perfect enough for Hyomin to go out and take her camera with her; her hobby of taking pictures had been severed lately and this would've been nice for her. Unfortunately, the nervous girl had a hard time venturing off onto empty streets or alleyways, where she oddly enough took the best pictures in visual circumstances. So instead, she settled for buildings and passing cars, in which she would probably edit everything else to look blurry around it. Finally, the writer had remembered about her future plans for the day and sighed, changing directions and allowed her camera hang from her neck. Other pieces of the puzzle came together and the last of the information came to her mind. Her appointment was in the park this time, not the regular four white walls that made up the office she normally went to. She still had her camera, and she was going to a park. What a wonderful place for this engagement to happen.

Upon arriving, Hyomin had already begun snapping photos of people relaxing by trees and children flying kites, all while heading in the exact direction of where she was supposed to be. She stopped to glance at her watching, seeing she still had time and went a little off course to capture a flock of birds preparing to venture out into the sky, along with a couple walking their dog by the water and a toddler squealing in delight over seeing a balloon. Realizing how long that all probably took, Hyomin got back on track and soon arrived at her destination, noting how she had a few minutes to spare.

She was expecting to find her therapist casually waiting for her to show, but instead she gets an image of the said woman scarfing down what looked like an ice cream. This was the last thing Hyomin thought she would ever see the woman do, so she brought her camera up to her face and put it in focus before pressing the button to capture this moment in time. Instead of interrupting, Hyomin decided to let the other finish eating, so she spun around to snap a few other pictures of events happening around her to give Nara a few minutes.

@lee jieun Taeyeon just stood in front of her half done mural, looking dejected. Just a minute ago she felt like she could finish the mural without eating or resting but now it feels like she'll never be able to finish it. She hates it when this happens, she wasn't blaming the girl, she didn't know a thing. It was all obviously her fault, letting herself get lost at the pure image her missing muse has. With another deep sigh she starts picking up her things, closing the buckets of paint and cleaning up the paper she spread earlier. It's useless to keep painting when her inspiration is gone,she might ruin everything's she currently got.

Another sigh before Taeyeon picks herself up and tell herself that she can always come back tomorrow at the same time, maybe she'll catch her muse at the same spot. Giving her work one last look, she decided to head back home to sleep the rest of the day, in hopes that she'll see her muse the next day. Taeyeon quickly changes her playlist to the onr he always listens to when she walks home, a little ballad song plays and she cant help but mouth the lyrics as she walks. Unconsciously her eyes still tried to spot her muse around, and luck must be at her side or it must be fate! Either way, Taeyeon immediately ran towards the said girl. Jeusus. Christ. She looks even better up close. Breathless. Taeyeon was breathless. Was it because of the running or because of the real beauty of her muse? Her mural does no justice, she can see herself painting over it. For a moment she stood in front of the said girl, just staring as she continued to imagine the things she's gonna do to her mural tomorrow. Then the smell of spicy rice cakes, it was like a cold splash of water in her face, waking her up from her train of thoughts.

"Hello!" She greets only to regret, because she noticed how her muse flinched a little, her voice must've been too loud, only to remember she still had her earphones on. Stupid Kim Taeyeon. Can't you ever talk to someone without embarrassing yourself? A sheepish smile appears on her lips as she drops the cans of paint, pulling out her earphones before wiping her hand to offer to her muse. "Hi, I'm Taeyeon."

@lee jieun To Taeyeon it was only her and the blank canvas in front that exists in the world right, no dogs barking or children laughing. Just her and the blank wall. She was always happy to be able to share her love for art and to paint a mural in another park really made her excited. Without further delay, she takes a deep breath, pulls her hair back and puts on her earphones. Music is always a must when she does murals or almost every time she paints, it brings her inspiration and sometimes relaxes her. One of her favorite piece starts playing, one of the four seasons;spring. Perfect. It's a project that will be done before or by spring time. She smiles as she takes her buckets of paint, rolling the long sheet of paper along the wall she needs to paint. Once everything is laid out, she sits in front of the blank wall and stares, letting her mind fly into her imagination amd the music.

Ah, what should I draw today? She doesn't think that, instead, she lets music and her soul bring her to the picture. Taeyeon turns aroud to face the park. It felt busy and heavy, right now to the girl, it didn't feel like a park. A small frown forms in her lips, but she didn't give up on it as her eyes scan through the whole place until she notices a girl right under the trees shade, a little secluded from the busy park yet still connected by the way her hair flows with the trees, gracefully swaying to the direction of the gentle yet cold winds. Taeyeon's eyes never left the girl, she notices the way she slightly shifts her position as she flips the pages of her book, and every time she looks up from her world to peek at another world. The classical piece ends with Taeyeon finally snapping out of it, she moves quick as the picture becomes clear to her.

Taeyeon gets to work, the every of her brush bringing the picture together, each flick of her wrist making everything clearer. She loves the feeling of each smooth of her brush against the cold wall, giving it warmth. This time, it was only Taeyeon, the wall and the girl that sat under the tree. She works fast and precise, not missing a step and brush . Soon enough she was halfway done and exhausted, so she backs away and sits back down to look at the half done mural. Satisfied, she takes a quick photo for her portfolio before going back to stare at it. The same girl sat under the tree, reading a book, only this time the pages of her books flies into tue sky, swirling with the leaves of the trees. She sighs and turns around to check if the girl was still there, another frown when she sees an empty spot. Her muse for this mural was gone.

@yamamoto sayaka Tapered lead carves out trails of gray- onyx if her shadow casts over them- against the milky white expanse. For now, the breeze is light, gentle in the way that it tosses Hae Byeol's bangs and brushes them against her furrowed brows. She could almost depict airy spirits peeking wide-eyed over her shoulder in childish wonder, whispering to one another of the funny little follies of such humans. It was enough to bring a smile ghosting to her lips, and she drew up a hand to tuck back a blond lock that seemed bent on tickling her cheekbone. The delicate scratching sounds that peppered the zephyrs' hushed tones were only interrupted by the occasional pause to erase and renew.

Softer tones here. Keep the pose relaxed. Follow the falls of the shadows. Tints... Shades... Thickness of line for emphasis.

She'd began her drawing of the 'green guitarist' the moment she'd sat down. Already a single page was being dedicated to the illustration of her new-found muse, a musician casting her guile in the woodlands. She'd chosen to keep the subject a woodland nymph, more specifically a hamadryad- a child of the trees who protected her towering, silent ancestors and whittled grass into crowns, but cursed to breathe only as long as the leaves did. Beautiful and a wonder to behold with her cherrywood lyre tucked beneath soil-tinged fingers and laurel leaves clinging to her hair. Her memory withheld very little in terms of recollecting the guitarist's figure. Thin and petite, like Hae Byeol, but with something else... Her very frame was lined with a sturdiness, a driven sort of composure that offered not an ounce of weakness or the openings for one. Slim but powerful, like the trees she strummed her chords for. And even in the illustration, her face would be downcast, eyes almost cloaked by the soft brush of her hair. Always appearing so strong and silent... Always so plagued in solitude.

The first few strums jolted Hae Byeol from her musings and she sat up, eyes zipping immediately towards that one particular oak smearing shadows against the emerald grass beneath it. And there she was... Hunched a bit as if curling in on herself, as if to either protect her guitar... or meld as closely as possible with it. Once more, her face was drawn downward, her stance taut and concentrated. But her eyes... Even from her position, Hae Byeol could imagine the peace in them, the high this girl could be getting from the pleasure of release... Everything could be released. Everything WAS release- all morphed in the form of silken notes that floated as lightly as the drifting air. She wondered idly if wind spirits appreciated music as much as the trees did... If the fluttering sway of the leaves was only the result of a playful dance brought on by the wind as it coaxed the 'too-stiff' oaks. Hae Byeol was enticed again, drawn in as easily as the first time, but this time there was an urgency... For history repeated itself unless one chose to turn against the pattern. She'd sit and relish in the music from afar, then the girl would leave- both of them alone, neither of them guaranteed to grace the park the following week...

And she didn't want that.

Before she could stop herself, Hae Byeol was moving. Her legs pried her away from the bench and idly she clutched her sketchbook to her chest. Every step she took felt weighed down with anticipation and the dread of a rejection, because honestly this wasn't even called for... She didn't need to approach, much less speak to this girl. Yet she found herself a mere two feet away, a distance appropriate only for conversation... And the moment the guitarist stopped or paused or took a breath or whatever the hell caused her to cease strumming for even a moment, Hae Byeol took her chance. "It's beautiful. The umm... Music, I mean." It wasn't much of a greeting, but she'd already forced one foot through the door, might as well head on to the living room. "There's something so archaic about the songs... Sorry, if this is random, I just- I've seen you play before and I never really got the chance to tell you how good you are. Guess you could say I'm quite a fan!" As if that were even necessary, yet somehow she felt it was... It felt so right to assure this girl, to let her know that she was doing something beautiful.

[Long because of intro ;u; The others will most likely be way shorter and less 'descriptive' as we add dialogue XD]

@yamamoto sayaka The very first time, it had been raining.

That day spans before Hae Byeol's mind like ink imprints of a diary, tattooed and embedded into her memory. The sky had weaved a slate-grey cloak of cloud cover and droplets descended in silvery sheets. She can recall it so vividly because of the way her elfin gossamer skirts clung to her vulnerable skin and the way she'd cursed herself for skimming past the local news station in favor of 'Gulliver's Travels'. But most intricately can she remember the way pale fingers skimmed over strings- slim lily petals ghosting against tiny bees' legs.

The sound of those chords was swallowed and gently touselled in the din of the sky's rebellion. The girl and her guitar, sharing homeage with the shadows beneath an oak tree. Inky, black locks and delicate pluckings... Occasional foot taps to keep the beat against the raindrops. Hae Byeol stood where she was, a safe enough distance for the sound to reach her without falling in the other's line of vision. Though the girl's concentration was clearly elsewhere. And perhaps that's what triggered the cogs in Hae Byeol's mind... And for a moment she could imagine this guitarist as a graceful, time-trodden forest nymph- azaleas curling at her heels, ram horns protruding from silken hair, and a lyre perched in her hands. Magnificent... But unapproachable here... Which was the only way Hae Byeol had been able to pry her feet from the pavement and towards wherever the hell she'd intended to be on that particular day.

She'd seen her twice more...

Each of those times, an anomaly of its own. The guitarist had this ability to draw others in. Even if her technique still floundered below perfection, Hae Byeol had never seen anyone cast such a void around themselves- all else disentigrating into a bed of white noise. It was enchanting how those fingers moved and mysterious in the way that she was never constant. A ghastly figure that ebbed into this world as easily as she disappeared out of it- though always at the same spot beneath that twisted oak. Never promised... Coming hand-in-hand with the sadist called 'chance'.

But now- a handful of weeks laced only in silence- Hae Byeol could only hope this phantasm of a musician would be there... The grass crunching beneath her feet carved out whispers and the wind teasingly ruffled at the fading pages of her sketchbook. It was only by chance that she happened to dress relatively normal, save for the halo of baby's breathe wreathed around blond strands. And she waited... She waited on the edge of a wooden bench, oddly placed given the layout of the park, but still providing the view she needed. Hae Byeol pursed her lips in the whim of her anticipation and dug into her bag, relieving a pencil and a sweet roll from their threadbare confines.

And then she waited...