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[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She's not a creative type, this Oerbian. But Vanille said she needed to do a painting in her fine arts class, and had said she'd really like it if she could paint something that reminded her of home, really like it if she could paint something she already knew well, really, really like it if she could maybe just maybe pretty please with sugar on top have Fang as her subject.

So of course Fang said yes.

And now she's sitting in the fine arts room, surrounded by mostly empty easels and the smell of potted paints. She's alone for now, waiting on the artiste, and fiddling with some of the tools used to mold clay. She accidentally breaks one of the clay-cutting wire-contraptions, fumbles with it, then hurriedly puts it down before glancing around to be sure no one saw. ]


(ooc note: The post is tailored to Vanille, but any tag is welcome!!)

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[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[Vanille is incredibly troubled with picking out her paints at the moment. She had to get this portrait perfect, if Fang turns out as a brown blob with a blue blob, there will be a problem. There are so many pigments, and not the ones she wants...i-is she to mix them? The redhead can vaguely remember something mentioned during class....hopefully she can figure it out along the way, there's no more time to be so picky!]


Alright!! Ready?

[She cheers, bursting into the art room with an arms full of supplies. Quickly she dumps the little tubes of paint on the easel she'd set up earlier, a few scattering about the floor.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She jumps a little, but is relieved that it's just Vanille. No way Vanille of all people would chastise her for a bit of clumsiness. ]

Yeah, I'm ready. Just how long is this supposed to take, anyway?

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[Ok, all the paints are arranged, cup of water, canvas set up. She's all set now....but now its how to begin. Paintbrush in hand, now what color needs to start doing some damage.. No wait! Pencil, she needs to sketch it first.]

Why? Got somewhere to be?

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

Nah.

[ She looks around for her chair, right, there it is-- and then tries very hard to pose in a way that's not going to make every last muscle stiff. ]

I'm not good at sitting still, is all.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

Just relax then. Maybe in a position you could fall asleep in, just in case?

[Slowly she begins to sketch a light frame of Fang, the kind of stick figure she's used to drawing. No point in waiting for Fang to readjust, there are only so many positions one can take on a chair. But right now, the master portrait was somewhat of a crippled torso, so she'd better hurry. Hopefully her subject will prolong any suffering she's to endure, just for today.]

[skyfugitive.livejournal.com]

[Guess who saw that? He isn't going to make a remark about it though.

You are welcome to ask what he was doing, taking a stroll near the fine arts room, but he might not answer. The leading men rarely do.]

Feeling artistic?

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She whirls around, evidence safely hidden behind her. ]

Well, you know. All the punching and kicking's so violent.

[skyfugitive.livejournal.com]

So it's the art club before the fight club?

[He grabs a random painted pot from the table and inspects it, all interested like. It looks like someone got a B+. He puts the pot back down.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

Sure. They don't encourage creativity in that fight club, I bet!

[ She hasn't even checked it out, and has nothing against the fight club, but with referees and rules it seems a bit stifling. ]

[skyfugitive.livejournal.com]

Creativity seems to be more welcome in the Discipline Committee. I'd say they needed a lot of it in order to even establish an organization as pointless as that one

[soundcirculates.livejournal.com]

[ ]

I apologise, miss. I didn't realise that anyone was in here.

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

No apologies needed.

[ She's managed to tidy up her little destruction zone, and is sitting on the sill of one window, looking composed and cool as a cucumber. ]

[ The girl's pink hair reminds her of Lightning, but there's definitely a softness about the face that makes them distinctly different.]

What'll you paint for that assignment, then?

[soundcirculates.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I haven't a clue. [ ] At first, I supposed I ought paint something from home, because it'd be new and unusual for the majority of people here; but on the other hand, there are so many new things in this world catching my interest. I don't think I was really made for painting, honestly.

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

Me, either.

[ She doesn't catch the implication of "made." ]

I'm better off with a weapon than a paintbrush any day of the week. I'm only here to sit pretty while someone else does the art part.

[soundcirculates.livejournal.com]

Well, you're doing a fine job of it thus far. Although, that doesn't sound like the worst of ideas; perhaps I should find a model of my own.

[capnbadtouch.livejournal.com]

[This is what exploring the whole place gets him. Waaay back in the arts classroom, and hearing something snap.

That cant be good.

And yet he's never one for subtleties when it comes to danger. Maybe a bit selfish in fights, but he really doesn't care if he's spotted immediately or whatever. Hand on the doorknob, he leans a little into the room.]

-- Ah.

[Well, that wasn't a dangerous monster let loose from the training center, nope. Just a woman, and one he must have interrupted when he checked in.]

Sorry.

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She's just standing there, two broken bits in hand, when he pokes his head in. She slides her hands behind her back and drops the remains of the tool in a trashbin, coughing to cover the noise. ]

It's a public space. No worries.

[capnbadtouch.livejournal.com]

[And what was that word again? Oh, right, "property".]

And that's public property.

[Because he caught everything. Super-senses can be amazing. But he's not at all irritated or angry or even concerned about it because... he's broken bigger things before.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

What is? [ Her hands are empty, broseph! She has tossed the evidence. ]

An accent. You're not native either.

[rebeliune.livejournal.com]

[ Making her rounds of the Garden, Lightning slows as she sees a familiar figure, stops at the entrance in time to see Fang break the tool and arch a brow. Folds her arms. ]

This is the least sort of place I'd expect to find you here.

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She tosses the thing over her shoulder, not worried about Light seeing her little accident. ]

I am in an art class, myself you know.

[rebeliune.livejournal.com]

Now I do. [ Walks and looks around. ] What are you doing here?

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

Supposed to meet Vanille here.

[ She shrugs and makes herself comfortable. ]

She wants to paint me.

[ No worries that Lightning might laugh. Lightning doesn't laugh. ]

[sansvoice.livejournal.com]

[ Nill enters the room quietly, glancing at Fang curiously. She has missed the chance at being shocked over the breaking of art, so instead picks a seat at a table and pulls some paper and crayons towards herself. (Because crayon art is the best art.)

Even as she colors she continues to look up at Fang, smiling shyly each time. ]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ Fang doesn't notice the little cadet until a few moments after she's started drawing. Of course, the first thing she sees is the fact that her new company has tiny little wings. ]

[ The little smiles earn her a smile in return. There's a sweetness to the little winged girl that reminds Fang of Vanille. ]

Hey there.