- ‡ bite 002. (action.)

[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]

Nope, not yet anyway.

[Gently reinforcing the basic outline, the position of eyes....does it look crooked? She bites her lip while caught in a small inner debate. ]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ Now Fang just feels incredibly uncouth, like she has had an entirely wrong idea of what art class is all about. ]

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[Looking back up at Fang's expression lightens her mood easily. A perfect opportunity for a playful prod.]

Mm, you look disappointed.

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

...

[ Her lip twitches. ]

I can't help wantin' to show it off when I look as good as I do.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[A giggle.]

Well don't let me stop you then.

[She places her pencil down, reaching for the paints. Now it's the masterful skill of getting Fang's skin right....A little squirt of brown, white, pink, more white..]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

I think you'd run out of the skin color paint. I'll stay dressed, this time.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself.

[And the painting begins.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ Her fingers itch to start doing something, anything, and she's only been sitting still for five minutes. ]

That girl that was sharing my dorm...the little one with the cloud hair. She's gone, they say.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

What? But... where would she go?

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

They didn't give me details. Someone just came in while I was in class, cleaned up after her, and took her name off the door.
I went to one of those offices to ask, and all they'd say is she "withdrew."

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

..Do you think she went back to her home?

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

If they'd found a way to send people back, I think they'd have told the rest of us.

She just wasn't cut out for the fighting, I wager.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

Hm...she seemed nice. I hope she's okay. [It seems a bit off, but she's not ready to question it.]

[Base colors complete, and now for the hair. Vanille squeezes out a healthy glob of black paint, which shoots out so fast she nearly jumps.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

She did.

[ Fang is worrying about her, wherever she's gone off to, but they didn't have time to get close. ]

...You all right over there?

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[She's safe from imminent black disaster. Unfortunately, for her painting, there's a fat glob streaking across Fang's chest. Vanille chokes back a gasp.]

Y-eah! Everything's fine! [Crap, crap, crap! Ever so smoothly, she tries to gently peel off the biggest of the glob with the handle of her brush.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She knows that's not true, but she doesn't know how not true it is. Oblivious, Fang just settles in, fingers tapping some little tune on the chair. ]

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[She leans in to meticulously scrape off the last bit with a fingernail. Just a bit further until....the cold, wet brush streaks across one cheek. Vanille snaps her head back, now with a good black line running across her face.]

No no no no no! [Fretting!
Hurriedly she drops the brush into the little jar of water and reaches over her whole table of supplies to grab a clean towel.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ Fang sits up with a start when Vanille jumps, only to then see the messy smudge across her face.

And then, the older woman just can't hold back her laughter anymore. ]

The paint goes on the canvas, not your face!

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

Oooh! [Her hands ball into tiny fists]

I know that!

[After nearly knocking more paint onto her, she gets the towel. Face scrunched tight as she tried to rub away all of the black.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

Hey now. Don't scrub so hard, you'll get a rash.

[ Fang stands and takes the towel from her, then goes to the sink to wet it. ]

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

Ah- [Vanille follows shortly after, trying to reach for the towel again.]

I need to get it off before it stains!

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

You can paint over it, Vanille.

[ She rubs the damp towel on the shorter girl's face to wipe away the paint. ]

Put on another layer or two.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

Nh..okay. [Another small whine, but she waits for Fang to finish before heading back to her seat.

Defeated, she flops back into her chair and starts cleaning her brush.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ As curious as she is, Fang refrains from checking over the top of the canvas to see the damage. Making Vanille even more self conscious about it won't help any of this get done faster. ]

Next time you paint a moustache on yourself, try orange.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[The thought of a mustache on either of them is enough to provoke a giggle. It also gives her an idea, and not a gracious one at that. She begins to wonder what the instructor would think if she added some facial humor to her portrait; the black was already there after all...]

Put that arm down! Like before...