it's me, picasso.

[yamanaka ino]

{ tag;; deidara }

I will paint

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Lenses tinted with sepia, bordered by thick plastic frames of black, served to conceal cerulean hues and to mask the expression of discomfort shrouded in their depths. The owner of the aforementioned eyes absentmindedly brushed a stray hair back from her face. In truth, it wouldn't do her platinum locks justice to call any single strand a "stray" one. Rather, the entire head of hair was "stray" in a sense -- wild, wiry, and only restrained by innumerable white hair clips, including the large one, with shape akin to a plus sign, that was more fashionable than it was functional.

However, the array of sloppy hair that was fashioned loosely in the bun atop her head was not the source of her frustration, nor did it seem to yield any of her focused attention. Not even the early-afternoon sun, who's warm, golden ray's enveloped both her and the rest of the park's inhabitants in a buttery haze, was enough to falter Ino's mission or distract her long enough to move on to something else. No, she was a determined girl, and this was one project she intended accomplishing.

Although, that wasn't to say this mission of hers was going particularly well because, in fact, one could say it's progress traveled a steady route in the exact opposite direction, much to Ino's disappointment. Let's be one-hundred-percent honest here, the Yamanaka girl is no artist, and by the looks of it, never will be. Fortunately, she isn't exactly aspiring to be one, but those artistic talents would've been very much appreciated at a time like this.

Blinking owlishly, Ino stared down at the parchment laying across her table. It was covered in smudges and swirls, and far too many eraser marks for her to count. Not that she really wanted to; failure wasn't something Ino took lightly, and frankly, it was dampening her mood. Was drawing really that difficult? And better yet, was Ino really that bad at it? What was originally supposed to be a flower arrangement design for the Yamanaka Flower Shoppe, turned out to be anything but -- and a bunch of random, abstract squiggles at best...

Dropping her worn-out pencil on the table, she could do nothing but sigh. Ino's gaze shifted back to her surroundings, and she took off the black-rimmed shades, causing the world to lose its russet tint and reclaim its true colors. Her thumb slid across one of the lenses, leaving a smear of sweat and oil in its wake. She began to feel the heat of the day, and wondered briefly how long she'd been outside, as surely it hadn't been so warm when she'd arrived at the park early that morning. Well, it wasn't morning anymore, and Ino had accomplished very little of what she'd set out to do. Sure, she had a design now, she guessed, but nothing near acceptable, or more importantly, worth buying. There was no way in hell her F-grade work was going to get her anywhere -- better leave all that artistic stuff to the professionals...

Ino returned her attention to her failed piece of art, and those abstract squiggles only glared back at her. Placing her arms back on the table, and proping her elbow up, she rested her head in the palm of her hand. She was now only making half-assed adjustments to her paper, which of her artistic ability was pretty darn ugly. Oh well, it wasn't like it was possible to get much worse. At least it was a nice day or whatever...
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[Deidara]

I know you know enough to play a game...

Long blonde hair was cascading down his back, swirling around in the light breeze generated by his movement. Deidara's black fingernails roamed through his hair, as he attempted to comb it out. His ponytail holder had snapped moments earlier when he was adjusting his hair, and now he was forced to deal with it all the way down. At least his bangs were cooperating, as they stayed in place, covering up the right side of his face. He grumbled beneath his breath, sliding his hands through his hair, trying for the last time to tame it. The mouths on his hands tried to do their part, by sticking out their tongues, trying to wet it down. "That gross...and not really helping either, un," he murmured to himself, taking his hands away from his hair. One of his mouths was spitting, since it had a stray hair stuck. Deidara rolled his eyes, plucking the hair from it's tongue, letting it drift away on the gentle breeze.

He was walking around the park. It was a very nice day out, and the boy wasn't one to stay cooped up inside his house if he could help it. Deidara wasn't wearing his usual long black cloak, but instead had settled with a simple short sleeved black shirt, the kind he wore to bed...if he wore a shirt at all. Sometimes, during the summertime, it just got so hot that he couldn't stand anything except his boxers on. It wasn't as though he'd ever go out in public shirtless though, since he had a spare mouth on his chest as well. He shook the thoughts from his head. His pants were black as well, though they were made out of a jean material. The only color on him was his golden blonde hair, and his striking blue eye, the one that wasn't being concealed. Other then that, for such a bright and sunny day, he looked awfully dark.

He soaked up the scenery around him, appreciating the beauty in park. The grass was finely manicured and was a bright, healthy shade of green. Trees were planted systematically throughout the park, as though each one's placement was thoroughly considered, in order to keep each and everyone in a pristine condition. He vaguely wondered how many people it took to keep the park in tip top condition? There had to be several, for it to look so very nice so soon after winter. 'Look how beautiful this park is. Just think...if I could combine it with one of my sculptures...it'd be incredible. The park would finally be able to be in it's prime condition, only for a moment, before having to start all over again,' he thought to himself. Deidara sighed almost dreamily at the thought, as a daydream of the task overtook his mind. The greens of the park, offset with the red and orange explosion...his eyes glazed over, though his body continued to move.

So wrapped up in his fantasy, he hardly noticed the tree that he was inevitably headed for. Subconsciously he noticed, though it took a sharp bite from his right hand to stop him from running into it. "Ouch! Damnit, un!" he exclaimed, rubbing the side of his leg, since his arms had been hanging down freely, so his hand had been level with his upper leg. "And after I saved you from that hair and all that spitting, too. I should've just let you suffer, yeah" he growled, not caring that he was talking to one of his extremities. Angrily, he clenched his fists and shoved them in his pockets, to avoid anymore biting when he wasn't paying attention.

Now that he was rudely pulled out of his thoughts, he took a moment to observe his surroundings once more. At first, he seen nothing of interest, and was about to return to wandering around. But then, there was a sparkle in the distance. He did a double take, and was able to tell just what--or who, rather, had caught his eye. The platinum blonde hair had caught the sun's rays just right, giving off a shimmering effect, which had caught Deidara's attention. The female in the distance was someone who he had a strange relationship with. For one thing, they looked extremely similar in looks, and it wasn't exactly abnormal for people to get them confused. It was bad enough when people thought he was a girl, but when he was mistaken for Ino, it just made things worse. Sometimes they were friends, but other times, they fought as though they completely hated each other. That's how he seen it, anyway. It all depended on each of their moods at the time of interaction, really. Deidara socialized with her at school, since they were both in the same group, so she was one of the people he was allowed to talk to, without getting any dirty looks. He began to change his route, heading over in the platinum blonde's direction.

Once he was close enough, he noticed that she was working on something in front of her. He approached her from behind, attempting to sneak up on her, though he wasn't putting a lot of effort into it. Leaning over her shoulder, he looked at the picture on the table. "Hm, no surprise," he mused, though he didn't elaborate his thought or what he was referring to, as of yet. He moved so he was at her side, as he turned his attention from the train wreck that sat on the table, to the female he was talking to for a moment. A smirk crossed his face, then he peered closer at the picture. "Not only am I the better looking one out of us, but I'm the more talented one too, un," Deidara said smugly, initiating what he assumed was going to be an argument. It certainly wouldn't be their first one. "What is that even supposed to be, hmm?" he questioned, a small burst of laughter leaving his lips.