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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.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ Vanille gets a little grunt of approval for that suggestion. Fang wiggles around just a tad more until -ahh- at last, she's comfortable. ]

I thought in art classes they...you know.

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[Starts etching in the curves of her thighs, naturally her head tilts.]

Hm? They what?

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She is Fang. She is most certainly not blushing. ]

[ But she might be just a teeny bit flustered.]

I thought they drew people with their clothes off?

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

[Her pencil drops. A Gasp.]

Uh-Ah-Well..yeah! But Fang, if I had you do that, what if someone came in!

[It isn't a matter of decency, at least not to her. It's about who'd be strolling through those doors behind her. It'd be bad if she'd missed the point of the assignment, how many of the other students will have painted their subjects naked? That doesn't seem like a common thing to request of a subject, especially between military cadets. They seem kind of stuffy folk, definitely not free-spirited, naked folk. ]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

Well- [ a sputter ] I wasn't offering to do it, I just thought that was how it's done-!

[ She snaps her mouth shut and tries to get back into the pose she had just been holding. Still, though, it'd be a good idea to check some of the other students' paintings...]

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

W-we get to practice with clothes too...

[She's thinking about it now, and it's already become distracting. Quickly, she snatches up the pencil and returns to her little stool, cheeks slightly pink.]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

...

So...

[ The somewhat-awkward quiet continues for a few more moments. ]

So, they haven't got you drawing anyone naked in class, then?

[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.

[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]

...

[ Her lip twitches. ]

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

[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.]

[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.

[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. ]

[soundcirculates.livejournal.com]

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

[lacqualia.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself.

[And the painting begins.]

[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