by a sky full of stars » Sat Nov 02, 2013 9:33 am
Username: 42.
Name: Akarui, meaning luminous in Japanese.
Storybook:
"Armed with a Spray Can Soul"
I remember ever since I was a young pup, the faint glow of the gang as they would run down the street. Using the concrete walls as blank canvases they would turn the street into their art gallery, creating a scene of colour and life. Their would be about half-a-dozen or so colourful Kia's in it; known as the Spray-Can Souls. I always remember hanging out the window for a glimpse of those guys, long after my bedtime. But most people detested them as they were vandals after all. I adored their art. It was a spark in a sea of grey, a spark that lit a flame in my heart.
My love for the Spray Can Souls never wavered, as I got older my room became more colourful than the streets they painted; covered in posters of graffiti and colour. My mother absolutely detested it, saying it was putting bad ideas in my head. But I stuck with my passion and still just as I had done as a pup, I lay hanging out the window watching my idols at work.
One night, I was once again hanging out the window; waiting for the Spray Can Souls. I slowly began drifting off to sleep...
"Whoa!!!"
I awoke with a start, a brightly coloured Kiamara was hanging before me her eyes at level with mine. She was the source of the 'Whoa!' I blinked, slowly waking up. "Hello? Kiddo? You awake?" I blinked again dazed, "kiddo?" That's when I screamed. She, she was a Spray Can Soul. A real actuall Spray Can Soul! She beamed at me, "looks like we got a fan on our hands guys" I stared absolutely gob-smacked. "C'mon Kiddo!" The girl grabbed my paws and swung me up onto the rooftop. There sat five or six, coloured Kiamara's holding spraycans. I nearly fainted. "Come join us kiddo!" Smirked one and he handed me a spraycan. Then one by one, the Kia's lept off the roof and let their passion flow, the glowing paint illuminated their happy faces. I followed, in total shock at what had happened. I -if just for tonight- was a Spray Can Soul.
The small gang of Kias and I stood at the end of the street. I had to admit it was one of the finest jobs they (and me) had done. "Righto Kiddo" said the girl who had taken me in the first place, "Sign your name." I stared up and down at the wall, just one of the parts of the street that glowed brightly, in luminous yellow paint I slowly wrote my name. The others signed theirs around it, and I smiled. My name; Akarui, was on that wall. I was a Spray Can Soul.
We lay talking for a while, staring at the slowly lightening sky. It was quiet and it was beautiful. "AKARUI YOU GET HERE NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!!" It was my mother, she marched up the street in a raging fury. The other Kiamaras looked at me half with humour, half with pity. Kiamaras turned on their lights and opened their windows just to get a glimpse of the incident outside. Someone flashed a smile and I looked at the ground, ashamed. "AKARUI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!" She looked at my name, signed on the wall and gave me a long disappointing look, before turning on her heels and walking away. In utter silence my mother walked away from me. My own mother was ashamed of me.
My mother lost her job later that day. It was bad luck I guess, but mother was raging. She worked at the hospital, it was closing down. Hundreds of sick patients were discharged early. I didn't know what to do. I lay in my bed all day, feeling guilty, feeling lost, feeling stupid.
"Akarui. Akarui. Wake up Akarui!" I rolled over to look at whoever was shaking me. I was most surprised to see the young Spray Can Soul, the one who had awoken me only last night. I stared at her and rolled back over. "Akurui, I think you might want to see this" I gave her a blank look, but she persisted and took me over to the window. I didn't think following her was a good choice. Not after last night, but she was egging me on so enthusiastically I thought perhaps something good would come out of this. She walked me along round to the dreary hospital, the dreary closed hospital. "I heard about your mother's job" she said, "and my brother has been in here too, he was discharged early and he is very ill." I looked up in hope at the young Kia and she handed me a spraycan. "One last time young soul. For the goodness of others."
Together me and the girl painted the hospital. Bit by bit. The glowing colours were still added with swaying marks and swirling grace, but slightly more care was taken. Across the front we wrote: 'Our hospital. Our right!'
I looked up at the now colourful building. I was proud. I signed my name in the bright yellow paint I used only yesterday. I made my name bold and bright, I was proud and I was Akarui.
The next day was a blur for me. There was rioting and protests to open the hospital and the artwork that I had contributed to was on the front page of the newspaper. But this time for a good reason. My mother forgave me and eventually swayed her opinion on the Spray Can Souls when she got her job back. Graffiti was valued in our town, and once or twice I saw an aspiring young pup, just like me. I'm living in a story now, with it's own once upon a time. But this one, this one has a happy ending.
Reserve OMG she's so beautiful <3
Not really hanging around here anymore~ You can find me on
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