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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 1:04:31 GMT
It had been a few weeks since the passing of Kevin Jake. His redhead x-girlfriend/friend laughed a little at the thought of Kevin being so smooth with the ladies. He even managed to catch her attention, although, she believed that she only dated him to get attention from her best friend, @damianwright. Things haven't been quite the same. But, Cecelia always thought of a blank canvas to be a fresh start. How many fresh starts would it take for her to finally understand? Hopefully, a good fresh start would come along soon for everyone. They could all start over and make their world a better place. Of course, that wouldn't just happen by itself. Cecelia stood there and stared at the blank canvas, thinking about her friends, and Damian, and Kevin. She was hoping to see Damian since they had the same art class together. Angelica was also in her art class.
They really needed to catch up on some things. Cecelia missed her old friends like Rosemary and Angelica. I hope they are okay... The girl let out a stressful sigh but tried to keep it quiet so she wouldn't be disturbing others that were working. Art class was what she needed. It helped her stay calm, and it was relaxing even though she had to have the brush on the canvas until she finished her painting. It was funny because she didn't even have her painting started. A fresh start... Cecelia wanted to paint something that had some meaning to it. Maybe something that resembled Kevin when he was once alive.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 2:06:14 GMT
Damian ran down the halls, still miraculously keeping silent though he wasn't even trying. With lighter bones made to keep you in the air and designed to help you land softly and gently, it was actually rather hard for Damian to make too much noise while he ran. He didn't mind though, it kept some of the eyes off him and he skidded slightly and turned a sharp corner.
Time had slipped away from him again, and he was late for art class. This happened a depressing amount of times, actually. It was hardly his fault he was half nocturnal. Forcing his internal clock to keep to a human schedule was easier now than it was when he was younger, but that didn't stop him from having a few days once in a while when his body simply refused to wake up when it should. As he reached the classroom door he slowed down, calming his breathing before opening the door as quietly as possible, about to head to his desk before he realized one of the large canvas stands was out and the girl in front of it was the red-head he happened to be quite fond of.
"Hey," he said, still partly out of breath from the straight run the boys dorms to the classroom. "Watcha painting?" he asked casually, a familiar smile forming on his lips.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 2:41:31 GMT
Cecelia left for a minute to get a stool and bring it over to her working station. She set it down gently and took a seat, searching the blank canvas in front of her as if a painting was to pop up out of nowhere. Her bright green eyes wandered away from the canvas, and she took a look around the room for her winged half-blood friend. Never had she ever felt like it would take him that long to get to class. Maybe it was because she didn't have much to do to keep herself occupied until her friend would arrive to class. Cecelia tilted her head in different directions and studied the blank canvas closely. It was okay if the students painted food, animals, or people.
It was a free day where they could pretty much do whatever they wanted as long as it involved art. Cecelia chose to paint and Damian could join her if he wanted to. They could also do something else if Damian didn't want to paint. Cecelia always wanted to try pottery so that could be another idea. The girl looked up from the canvas to see a Damian that was partly out of breath. A small smile appeared on her face and she laughed to herself. "What painting? I haven't started! I don't see how you do it, Dami." she pouted and looked back at the blank canvas. Blank! Blank! Blank! "That's all I got!"Cecelia was kind of embarrassed to paint. All she knew was hearts, smiley faces, and other symbols like that. Her right hand lifted the brush to the canvas, and she started to paint some simple trees. Trying to make it look like the forest at the academy.
"Yeah, I'm not that good at painting but I'm trying to get better. Do you want to paint with me?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 3:01:52 GMT
"Well, I can see that, but I was wondering what you were planning on painting," Damian rolled his eyes playfully, still smiling to show he wasn't really annoyed at all. "Sure, but half the time I just wing it too, though." He stretched one of his wings as he realized that it could have been taken as a pun. "Ahh...no pun intended, I swear. I still paint with my hands, not my...uh...yeah." He blushed slightly before setting his backpack down on his desk, pulling out pencils and some pastels. He walked to the corner of the room, pulling out another one of the large canvas stands from a storage cabinet, and placing it down next to Cecelia. He went back to get more supplies, a couple brushes and more paints, remembering to grab a canvas before setting everything down.
"Oh geez, I'm so bad at painting," Damian coughed awkwardly, now staring at his own canvas awkwardly. "I couldn't tell you to difference between acrylic, watercolor and oil paint if I tried," he joked, twirling his pencil in his right hand absentmindedly. "I'd rather draw any day, but how else are we gonna get better, right?"
"Any ideas?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 3:51:27 GMT
"Oh..." she mumbled and shrugged her shoulders. Honestly, she didn't know until she started doodling with the paint on the canvas. Cecelia remembered some techniques that painters would use. It had to do with shading from light to dark or maybe dark to light. She scooted her stool up closer so she could get pretty much every detail she could. "This would be easier if it was a pencil and paper." Painting was a failure and disappointment to her. It looked like a fun art thing that she could do with Damian. They should've tried out pottery instead. It looked like so much fun that even if she messed up, she wouldn't get angry with it. Painting, on the other hand, took a lot of time and work especially with the deep details in the painting.
Cecelia decided to just wing it like Damian said. She giggled to herself as Damian told her to wing it and he stretched out one of his wings. It was kind of cute. She sat there on her stool and stopped painting, humming a happy tune as she waited for Damian to get back with his art supplies. They could paint together and help each other out. It was more fun to do it with a friend, anyway. "Hehe~ Yay!" she smiled and bounced a little in her seat with excitement. "It's okay. I'm not that good at painting either but I think we can do it if we put our minds to it. I just thought it would be something for us to do together. I've always wanted to try it. I've only painted a few times but that was when I was little. Hey, maybe we could do pottery if we have time after we're done painting." Cecelia turned back to her painting and tried to finish up the trees as fast as she could. She was quite impatient with art but she loved it a lot. It made her feel very creative, and she always liked the arts and crafts kind of thing.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Sept 27, 2014 5:13:56 GMT
| Why hello there fellow friends  | Rosemary literally bounced into the room like a bunny, though she wasn't one. She was wearing an adorable dress. Her hair had grown over time, it was now fairly long, so she had taken an hour and a half of her time to curl it and put it up in a cute, messy bun. "Am I late? Am I late?" She half-shrieked, her sketchpad and pencil clutched tightly in her left hand. She looked around the art class and saw two of her good friends, Damian and Cecelia. "Sorry I'm late. It took me a whole hour to put my hair up! Dami, Cece! What's up, buddies?" Rosemary was very excited. She hadn't seen Damian and Cecelia in so long. It had been, like, centuries! She took a seat at the open desk next to Cecelia (if there is one?  and pulled out a blank piece of paper from her sketchpad. "Let's get painting!" Rosemary grinned. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2014 2:10:11 GMT
(Late reply is late. >.<)
Damian smiled again. "I bet I'd be even worse at pottery," he joked. "I'm okay at making stuff when it means holding a stick to paper, but I'm not good with just my hands." He twirled his pencil in his hand again, thinking of something to draw and starting to sketch the image on paper. He stopped for a moment as Rosemary burst in the door, checking to see who it was before he gave a small wave and went back to sketching lightly.
"It's kind of a free-range class today, but you get points for trying your hardest to be late!" he smiled, trying to show he didn't really mean it, but either way he steeled himself for a light smack over the head, or possibly an elbow to ram into him. What? Girls could lash out when they wanted to! "We're doing pretty good. I think things are finally starting to settle down again," he mentioned, eyes still on his paper.
Damian smirked a bit as Rosemary pulled out a bit of sketch paper. "Wanna canvas or something? You're gonna rip a hole in that thin paper if you try to paint on it. There are canvases and canvas stands in the storage closet over there," he gestured with his left hand, more focused on shading the two figures he had drawn. It was supposed to look like a silhouette, but he still wasn't coloring it dark enough because he was going to paint over it anyway. The more he sketched the more he felt it wouldn't be a complete disaster.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Sept 30, 2014 13:46:29 GMT
"Oh! Yeah, duh, a canvas! Thanks, Dami!" She bounced over to the storage closet and opened it. She then pulled out a fresh, blank canvas. Rosemary rushed to her seat with the canvas in hand. She took out paints and started painting the scene that popped into her head first. The time when she had met Adam, and he took her to the grassy hill with the wonderful view. She loved that place.
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and pulled out a blank piece of paper from her sketchpad. "Let's get painting!" Rosemary grinned.