Post by Quinn Wiley on Jun 25, 2015 9:19:45 GMT -6
Quinn believed the same as she did. People tended to judge based on what they were seeing, not caring if that was only one part of the picture. The fact Quinn might do the same was irrelevant here. He didn’t really see why she should act weirder than she was though, even to give them a lesson that you should really not judge a book by its cover. It was her life however, and if she wanted to be weird, she seemed to have the guts and strength to do that. Quinn, not so much.
He was surprised she said that he not only passed the test, he assumed he meant his behaviour towards her, but that she also found him cool. Cool. He had never been called that before. And there was some irony, knowing his power. He was not really sure how to answer that. “Thanks?”
Being called a judgemental bitch can sour things alright. “They don’t always see that the picture was perfect right now and if I just tell them not to move something might change. And then they get mad because I didn’t ask them first. But it’s really just a picture.” It was not like he captured their soul or took it while they were doing something humiliating.
He said nothing about possible new friendships but he looked at her when she said her name was Ryan. “Really, it’s not like a nickname you’re given yourself?” Because he had no idea that name was androgynous. “Quinn, Quinn Wiley. Well, Tarquin, but you can forget the real name for me.”
Post by Ryan Alexander on Jun 26, 2015 3:12:46 GMT -6
"It isn't something you have to feel something about. You're interesting. You're cool. It's just something I state." She shrugged. How people took it was up to them. The sentence itself wasn't based in a complimentary nature, but rather Ryan's like of stating facts. He spoke about his photos.
"Some people can be weird about that sort of thing. Agreed." Who would've ever thought she'd find someone who believed a lot of the same things she did? This was very very interesting indeed.
"That's how my art is. I try to capture the raw beauty of what I see. Or the raw ugliness. There was a good mix in the picture of my friend. People have set opinions of themselves and if you disrupt them they feel odd and lash out. Even if you paint them complimentary, some will have a very bad opinion of themselves and think you're lying. Nobody wants to see the truth. They want to see some beautiful facade that isn't any part of them really." She sighed.
"No that's my name. I get mistaken for a guy a lot on forms, which is alright with me personally. My parents thought it sounded pretty paired with our last name. And my middle name. Rayne. Ryan Rayne Alexander I. Quite the mouthful. Might even be worse than Tarquin, though I can see why you'd want to hide that one." She smirked.
“You’re different than everyone else,” he replied after she stated once again that he was cool. It was not meant in a bad way and there might even be the beginning of an amused expression showing off on his face. Yeah, this girl was unusual. She was ‘dancing to the sound of her own tune’ or something like that. It was actually interesting. Maybe not to the point that Quinn would forget who he was and try to stick around her as often as possible. But he might not push her away. Might even enjoy her company. From Quinn, that might as well mean he could consider her his friend.
The raw beauty or ugliness. “This is exactly what I like,” he let out. He was amazed that he found someone who understood. He was not interested in taking the picture of a group of cheerleaders for the yearbook or some kittens asleep. Granted, not all of his pictures were that artistic. Some were about cheerleaders. Or a guy kissing a girl that was not his girlfriend. But those were not the pictures he liked really. He guessed he earned his stalker title, as much as he hated to admit it.
Ryan Rayne Alexander. It was a mouthful, as she said. “It sounds better than Rayne Ryan. I guess that’s why they named you like that.” Whether it was better or worse than his name remained to be seen. “My parents must have thought we were still in the eighteenth century or something. It’s Tarquin Alfried.” No need to point out his father’s name was Alfried.
Post by Ryan Alexander on Jul 2, 2015 3:42:28 GMT -6
"I pride myself on being different than everyone else. We were all born unique. I plan to not die a copy." He intrigued her. He understood her viewpoint perfectly and somehow he was easy for her to talk to. She supposed that was as close to a friend as she was going to get at this time. He reversed her first and middle names and she shrugged.
"Never thought of it that way. You have a point. Frank Cox actually pointed out once that my middle name is incredibly uncreative and that it's just my first name with the letters rearranged and an 'e' added. I'm not sure what to think of my parents now that I know a ditzy blonde thought of something they didn't."
Post by Quinn Wiley on Jul 5, 2015 14:53:05 GMT -6
Quinn thought about her words. Unique, copy... Quinn was not quite sure what he’d die as. Sometimes, he felt like he was given life and he wasted this gift because he didn't know what to do with it. He was terrible at making a move, taking things in his own hands or even embracing his difference and make it its strength. He just lived. He followed the flow while complaining about it. Truth be told, he didn’t think he was very interesting. He had no problem being around interesting people though. He was not totally against the idea of staying around Ryan a little more and live through her with his pictures.
“I wouldn’t care much what he says,” he replied. How was he supposed to know Frank was a girl? The name sounded familiar though. And then, something clicked. “Wait, are you talking about that crazy girl who’s all over the place and joined like every club and event the school has to offer? Yeah, you definitely should not care what she thinks.”
Post by Ryan Alexander on Jul 6, 2015 4:03:06 GMT -6
She laughed.
"Yeah that crazy girl. Honestly she's kind of cool to hang out with. Besides, it was an interesting observation he made, so I'm only too happy to accept the fact. She pointed it out after giving me muffins so really I'd have agreed to anything." She shrugged before sitting back down.
Frank Cox, cool to hang out with? Quinn was not so sure about that and his expression probably told Ryan as much. She was too wild, too loud, too glittery for Quinn. He had a rather dark and gloomy nature. One he was good with, or good enough with not to want to change it. People like Frank Cox didn’t go well with him. He preferred quieter natures or at least someone he could more easily understand.
He also couldn’t believe muffins would ever make him change his mind about something. Custard pies might make him listen but agree, that was a whole other matter. He looked down and took sight of his camera. “I’ll go and take pictures of the others. Then I’ll be at the end of the runway so I guess good luck,” he told her as goodbye.