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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 26, 2013 22:59:20 GMT -6
He followed behind her, albeit somewhat awkwardly. "I suppose I should ask for your name if you're inviting me inside," he said uncomfortably, still not sure what this was all about. "I'm Richard by the way. Richard Drago."
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 8:06:55 GMT -6
"Noa Clarke," she told him, opening the door to her small, terrible-looking apartment.
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 14:10:52 GMT -6
"Well it's nice to be properly introduced then Miss Clarke," he said politely, eyes skimming over the apartment. It was small but comfortable enough. "Cozy," he commented.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 15:02:31 GMT -6
"If you say so..."
She didn't like it. It was all she could afford though, so it would have to do...
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 15:07:35 GMT -6
"So long as you have space to do what you enjoy, what more do you need?" he asked her. Richard's apartment was fairly tiny itself. He only needed to make sure there was enough space for his projects and the results afterwards, until he found them good homes.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 15:13:33 GMT -6
"I need a place that doesn't remind me how little money I have," she told him.
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 15:16:34 GMT -6
"Well if that's what you care about, I'm sure you'll get there eventually," he said with a soft smile. If people were motivated they'd see they got what they desired. Richard wanted to be a police officer and protect others and here he was. It had taken a while but he'd gotten there.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 15:17:47 GMT -6
"Anyway...," she said, pulling out a notebook and putting it on the small table she had. She flipped open to her designs, page after page of them, "I do that too." Except it was outfits, not hats.
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 16:17:14 GMT -6
He looked over her notebook and smiled. "You're quite good," he complimented. "Dedicated too," he said approvingly. There was page after page of designs. She likely loved sketching her ideas as much as him. He was a bit sad to see there were no hats but the outfits looked nice.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 16:22:12 GMT -6
"Except this is my life," she said. It was how she got money, "Yours isn't."
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 16:29:35 GMT -6
He shook his head in disagreement. "Yes and no. It's not how I make money but it's very important to me." Honestly the thought of making money from his hobby made him sick to his stomach. It was something he did purely because he enjoyed it. He felt that he'd lose something precious if money became entangled. He wouldn't be able to just create what he dreamed. He'd have to worry about finding a large number of buyers. He'd have much less freedom. Now he could just make whatever he chose and wait for the day he'd find the proper owner.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 17:09:02 GMT -6
"It's the only way I know how to get by," she said, "And even then, it's not working out very well for me."
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 17:34:12 GMT -6
He smiled at her. "Maybe it's not working out because you can't compromise your designs with what your customers want." The thought pleased him. Artists should keep with their dreams and inspirations. It wasn't like most customers actually knew what they wanted anyways. Their heads would usually turn whichever way the media instructed them.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 17:36:17 GMT -6
"It's that I have trouble finding people who want to buy my designs. Fashion houses, not people," she said. Well, it could be that, but she adapted, so she doubted it.
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 18:04:26 GMT -6
"Yes, but fashion houses are trying to market your designs to the people. They won't accept them if they don't think it's what the masses want. If you do have something the people want, you'll need to prove it in a different way. And if you don't and still want this as a career, you need to find out what the people want."
He looked up at Miss Clarke. "Why do you design?" he asked her. "Is it to please yourself or is it to make others happy?" Tailoring her designs to the interests of others wouldn't be such a terrible fate if she only wished to make people happy with the clothes she made.
The matter wasn't quite as simple for Richard. Of course he wanted to make people happy with his hats. But he didn't make the hats for them, not really. The people existed to give his hats homes. (Well in terms of craft. He didn't actually think they existed just for that reason.) He got these ideas, dreamed up incredible hats and simply had to build them. It was simply who he was. He created for himself even though the hats were almost never made for him.
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