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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:36 pm
Entering the class, she couldn't decide if she was late or not - after all, there were just a handful of students, most of whom she knew, either in passing or personally. Since instructions hadn't been clear, she brought along her own pencils and paintbrushes, just in case. She stopped a few steps into the classroom, taking in the horribly clashing colors and textures before mentally placing this classroom as 'second only to Hellma's classroom decoration-wise'. It would have won first place too, if not for the fact that Hellma had the Princess Corner - well, a mini version of it - in her class.
She walked by Christof and Calder and casually glanced at what they were doing; it seemed like they had already started on the assignment, although she could not see what they had done. It seemed to her that they were getting along well though, and that made her smile. Instead, she walked straight to Jericho, rather surprised that he turned up for art and crafts class - he didn't seem like the artsy kind.
"I didn't know that you liked art," She moved to the seat next to his, looking at the... Pile of ash on his table? She stared at it for a while before giggling, pulling out the chair and plopping herself in it before raising an eyebrow, "Or not!"
Setting her own paper to landscape, she stared at it for a while before opening up some paints and reaching for the- There are no paintbrushes? She frowned before taking out her own, playing with the bristles before pouring the black and white paints to form grey and using it as the base of her painting. Then, before it could dry, she used a bit of black and painted over most of the base paint.
It dried fairly quickly, and once it did, she wiped the paint off her brush and set to mix some colors together to form a deep pink, painting out an odd shape on the paper before using white paint on parts of it before it could dry. Then, there was the waiting again - all this time, she looked concentrated on her task. Finally, she used the leftover grey she had mixed and added more white before painting it on top of what she had painted.
"Ah... Maybe its not sellable, but I think Rosenthal will like it," She wiped the paint off her paintbrush before setting it down on the table, looking up at the boil beside her, "I wonder if we're able to bring our works back... Although speaking of which, you could put some glue on a new piece of paper and stick the ash on top of it... At least you'll be able to hand it up then." She chuckled softly before adding as an afterthought, "I retain the rights to name it 'Column of ash'."
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:52 pm
A golden haired reaper entered the room slowly. She felt strange not having Tortalo with her but he was taking his after lunch nap. Why a scythe who hadn't reaped needed a nap she would never know but he insisted it was good for his metal. Her yellow eyes rolled as she walked out but almost went back in to demand what this class was on her schedule. ART CLASS?!?! It had been awhile since Lilura had done any painting. The last time she remembered painting she accidentally brought her brush to life and there was quite a commotion through the house until it finally ran out of paint. But this class seemed fun and Tortalo said she needed a more creative outlet for stress relief. He was concerned she pushed herself too hard in her practice and never went out to have fun. She thought she had plenty of fun! But he didn't, so he and cloak had signed her up for art class. She decided painting would best as she had bad memories of dancing markers drawing all over her in her sleep and pencils were sharp. She tried to stay away from sharp things. Taking the brushes and paint she wandered over to a desk on her own. She didn't feel socialble at the moment, having been practicing alone for so long. Her last spell had a coat attacking someone so she had stayed away from other students. But now what to paint? She suddenly had a memory of one of the plants in her mother's garden. A large apple tree that had be brought to life. It would always smile at her and ask my mother how her seedling was doing. Then he'd give her an apple so long as she promised to plant the seeds. She was sure an entire apple orchard stood where she had always thrown the seeds. But it was a happy memory so she put her brush to the paper and began. 
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 2:17 am
Riley could not draw. Then again, she estimated that more than half of the students in the room were in the same boat as her in that regard. She took her piece of paper, and put it on the desk. Arts was about as pointless as music, and this was certainly a class she had been planning on skipping. However, there was literally no classes scheduled at this period, and Riley had briefly hoped that perhaps the art class would introduce them to some cultural artistic pieces that might have reflected historic landmarks.
No, she had been right all along when she was planning to skip it. She was being told to color on a piece of paper. And, as previously stated, Riley could not draw.
The first thing that came to her mind was a brain. That seemed simple enough to fake, and so she made a big gray blob, and gave it lots of squigglie black curves inside. Mmm, now she was hungry. She grabbed a yellow marker, and started adding bolts of electricity to it - she had been reminded of the experiment still waiting in Malodore's lab, and the way they had electrocuted the brains back to life.
When she was done, she held the paper out, and sighed in annoyance. It didn't look like a brain at all.. it looked like a thundercloud.
She almost crumpled the paper up, but instead she decided a thundercloud would be sufficient for the task, anyway, and left it sitting on her desk. She took this moment to look around, noticing Christof and Jericho sitting near one another. Jericho looked.. upset. Fantastic. At least Christof wasn't hitting him.
She snatched a little red crayon and doodled on the corner of her page absentmindedly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:32 am
Barth actually enjoyed art class. If you were doing it correctly, it involved minimal effort and long-winded explanations. The teacher wanted marketable? Grim, glowing dungeons and haunted lighthouses were a bit out of Barth's very limited effort range. He could do something for a chain restaurant or a hotel lobby, though. After only applying a few strokes with an ungloved claw, he was done with the piece, which he called " Doom and Despair" or alternatively " Scary Egg Being Thrown Across a Field".  For his next piece, he might try some meditative zen brushwork. ...If the classroom had brushes, that is.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:39 am
Having been on bad terms for a while with most everyone, he was more than glaring down Riley as she entered class. Recent events only made her hate her SO much more, and he watched as she took her seat and started to draw. Part of him wished he was closer to insult her work, but he was farther away next to Christof and couldn't do much.
Or could he?
Perking with a deadly smile that would have made any monster proud, Calder took a fresh sheet of paper and reached for the most repulsively purple crayon he could grab. Setting to work, he felt a little chuckle coming on, but kept quiet.
Once done, he took a little wad of paper and tossed it over at Riley's table to grab her attention. She didn't look really focused on her work anyways. Once she glanced up, Calder slowly lifted up his newest piece. It was much better than the doodle he did of her in Etiquette class and what was more of the Halloween version of stink lines than a princess dress? At least his ttime he didn't give her a mouth.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 11:28 pm
West hadn't really wanted to attend art class at all. It was bad enough that he had been forced to draw pictures in botany, surely an entire class devoted to his scrawlings would end up being even more painful. The fact remained, however, that the demon had little enough to do while he was meant to be recovering from his Savior-induced injuries. He had long ago tired of sitting in the demon dorm common area, glaring at his fellow classmates. It was time to suck it up and get to arting. He noticed that there were quite a few students already in attendance when he walked in, so he grabbed a piece of paper and took a seat without comment. What to draw, what to draw? Something salable? West had little to no idea what sorts of art people bought that weren't huge and made of marble or painted on scareon skin or something equally luxuriant. Oh, wait. He supposed everyone loved a good greeting card, and he had just the person to give one to. Utilizing only his left hand, West slowly and painstakingly put his feelings for the utterly disturbing monster ghoul he had left behind in his room and her pet fetish on paper. 
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