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 Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 2:27 am
 xxx Ⓜⓘⓒⓗⓐⓔⓛ emotion_sweatdrop Ⓓⓐⓡⓚ"Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it." ____________________________________________________________ Opening the door slowly, Michael looked inside the empty room before stepping inside and shutting the door behind himself. His gaze looked all around before stopping on a aisle. He saw no issue in painting without an instructor so he immediately began to walk towards it as he tied his hair into a small ponytail. He sets down his bag and picks up an apron before slipping it on. At the moment, he was a little upset about getting kicked out by the doctor but he had gone against his wishes so he couldn't do much about it now. If the doctor said he was being useless, he probably was.
After gathering the necessary paints, he set an fresh canvas on the aisle and stared at it for a moment, wondering what he should paint. Usually, when he was upset about something, his could seek comfort in his art. Without really thinking on it any longer, he began to randomly add colors onto the canvas that he felt should be there until it slowly began to form a picture. He could spend hours or even days at a time just painting whatever came to him.
The painting
When he was finished with the painting, he signed it and stepped back with a smile. There was some blue paint smudged on his cheek and blotches of it on his apron. The painting was one of his best yet and he adored the blue colors he incorporated into it. After he took out his camera and snapped a few pictures, he cleaned up his station and began to gather his things. The painting was not on a large canvas so taking it with him wouldn't be an issue for him. Holding it carefully so that he didn't get the pain on his clothes or smeared it on the canvas, Michael took his things and left the room.
{EXIT!~}
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:09 pm
Hayden Belmont Hayden sighed heavily, maybe even dramatically. His cheeks were puffed in a stubborn pout and his eyes narrowed until they were bold lines. Arms hung limply over Peter's shoulders from behind, and his sharp chin dug at the top of his head. "Don't you ever get tired of drawing all the time?" he grumbled, his Australian accent abundant. It was hard to believe that this man was the art class' teacher.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:37 pm
⊗ Peter Shell ⊗ Get the hell out of my way " Don't you ever get tired of being so annoying?" was Peter's fast and snarky reply, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he worked on the nude portrait of a beautiful young woman. She was a sight to see, laughing eyes on the painter as she lounged on a couch, wearing naught but a thin and see-through shawl on her legs, a gilded mirror in one hand and dark curls pulled mostly back. It was a fantastic painting, much like his many others, but much older in style. It was a commission from an old friend's daughter, who was just married and wanted something for her husband's study. A picture of her, the real woman just as stunning as the painted one, was taped to the bottom of the easel, with a copy right beside it, but covered in marks. With a small sigh, the slender teen set down his paintbrush and looked up at Hayden, his eyes apologizing for his rudeness. " As an art teacher, you need to understand that painting is who I am. Think about it like this: painting to me, is like sex to you. That make sense?" And stay away from my paintings
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:44 pm
Hayden Belmont"We haven't had sex." was Hayden's reply as his pout deepened. "If you're going to paint naked people, can it be me, at least? I don't like watching you stare at naked people that aren't me." he grumbled while nuzzling Peter's face like a cat looking for attention.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:52 pm
⊗ Peter Shell ⊗ Get the hell out of my way The tsundere only exhaled sharply in irritation. "Stop that. You're acting like a child," he snapped, setting his hands on Hayden's shoulders and pushing him of as he turned back to the painting. However, as he turned his back to the man, he blushed. "Besides, she's just a stupid girl. You're much more attractive to me than her." His brushed lifted to a curve, brushing down to accent it with the shadows. And stay away from my paintings
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:40 pm
Hayden BelmontHayden pouted as he was pushed away. His arms hung limply at his side, and just as he was about to admit defeat and go sit in a corner, he heard Peter's grumbled compliment. At first the hybrid stood as still as could be, blinking in pure shock at such sweet words coming from Peter's mouth. Then, as if all his affection curled up in a ball and exploded inside him, he glomped the young artist. "Aww, let's have sex now~!" he cooed while nuzzling Peter affectionately, little hearts floating away from his head.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 7:39 pm
⊗ Peter Shell ⊗ Get the hell out of my way "Gah!!" The sudden tackle almost knocked the young man off of the stool, the paintbrush clattering to the floor. Thankfully, he'd just put on the finishing touches and was done. Peter reached up and shoved Hayden away, cheeks red despite himself. "Be careful, you stupid! You could've ruined it, and then I'd have to start all over again!" He stooped to swipe the brush from the ground, setting it on the table and grabbing his large carrier. "I need to deliver this to her. Why don't you stay here and wait for me? Then we'll talk about sex." After carefully placing the slightly wet painting into the specially made carrier, Peter shut it and grabbed a wet rag, starting to wipe the paint from his hands. "And if you behave, I'll give you dinner when I get back. Have we got a deal?" The pretty young man crossed his now-clean arms and faced Hayden. And stay away from my paintings
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 8:13 pm
Hayden BelmontThe teacher blinked again before realizing what was happening. "W-Wait, you're leaving already?" he frowned. "Can't you deliver that later? I haven't eaten in two days because you've been so busy with that! Just give me twenty minutes!" he insisted.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 8:25 pm
⊗ Peter Shell ⊗ Get the hell out of my way Peter was already changing his shirt into the much nicer one he'd worn when he came in, shaking his head. "That's how long it'll take for me to deliver it and come back. I'm already past deadline, Hayden. I can't afford to keep wasting time. Please remember that this is my job." Once he was dressed back in less-painted clothes, Peter walked over to Hayden and stood in front of him, lips in a squiggle, as if he was thinking hard about something. With a sudden move, the teen came closer and set his hands on Hayden's arms, leaning up to press his lips to his teacher's for a chaste and short kiss. "I'll see you in a little bit, okay? Just wait for me here. It won't take long, I promise." Without waiting for another argument, the teen moved away and picked up his heavy carrier, starting for the door. "I'll see you in twenty minutes," he grunted with a half-wave before leaving the room, walking down the hall, the ponytail he hadn't taken down yet flopping by his stilted walk. And stay away from my paintings
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 8:37 pm
Hayden BelmontHayden, however, didn't smile in reassurance. "It won't take long", "I'll be done in a few minutes". How many times had he heard that already. With a heavy sigh, the Australian crossed both his arms and his legs as he leaned against the edge of a desk. "That's one stubborn kid." he muttered under his breath as he ran a hand over his dreary face.
A few memories of his time in high school came into his mind then. A younger version of Hayden kept hovering around a young man in a black shirt and a book on his lap; he had the same irritated expression as Peter. And like Peter, the young man would only look at Hayden to yell at him then look away to mutter something sweet.
As the memory faded back to darkness, Hayden tilted his head back and stared at the florescent lights. "I guess cranky guys are my type." he mused.Meanwhile, an exceedingly cranky Cary stormed down the hallway, murder in his eyes. The audacity for this pathetic artist to even tempt his brother! Without his brother he would have no force behind his words, and that simply couldn't happen. As he strode down the seemingly empty hallways, he happened to notice someone walking in their direction. He squinted to get a good glimpse of the fool, or more what was in their arms, but his eyes widened as soon as he recognized the boy as the artist from the gallery. " You!" he boomed and, clenching his fists, began walking towards him. " You're Peter Shell, aren't you?" he more accused than asked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 8:53 pm
⊗ Peter Shell ⊗ Get the hell out of my way The teen stumbled down the hall, the heavy painting only heavy because of the damn frame the woman had insisted he paint it in. Peter didn't hear the other teen at first, but recognized the tone and set down the carrier to get a good look at who was yelling at him. He leaned it on the wall, crossing his arms and glaring at the two. "Yeah, that's me. What do you want?"
Darcy, who was quiet as his brother stormed about, inhaled sharply at the sight of the gorgeous artist, eyes taking in the real-life sight of the teen. Those slim hips, that slender waist, those long legs! And that was just one half! The young man had such stunning steel eyes, cold and cunning, and taking in the sight of them both. His hair was long and bound back, tinted a strange light teal, but even Darcy could tell that the silky strands were once a blonde color. He smiled dumbly at the teen, forgetting for a moment that Cary was there.
Peter glanced up at the stronger twin, fidgeting in discomfort. "Hey, stop staring at me like that. You're creeping me out," he snapped.
Darcy shook himself from his thoughts, taking a non-threatening step closer. "Sorry. You're just a lot prettier in real life than in your picture. We were in the art gallery and saw that sketch of yours."
"You mean The Woman?" he asked, voice a little less harsh.
The blonde nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that one. It's stunning, you have such talent, Mr. Shell!" he praised, cheeks tinting a little pink. "I'm Darcy, Darcy Valentine. This is my brother, Cary." He held out his hand, which Peter took gingerly. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Shell."
"Nice to meet you too," he replied coolly, shaking the man's hand twice before pulling his hand away and returning his gaze to the other twin. "So, why exactly are you glaring at me like I murdered your hopes and dreams with an ice pick?" And stay away from my paintings
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:02 pm
Hayden Belmont
You're never around... "Because I'm not stupid like my brother." Cary spat, but not after throwing an abnormally vicious glare at his twin. "Your art is atrocious. It'd be best if you put down the brush for good." he growled. ...so all I can do is be alone.
Cary Valentine
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:11 pm
⊗ Peter Shell ⊗ Get the hell out of my way "Everybody's a critic," he shrugged carelessly, reaching again for his carrier. "Like I care what you think. I still get paid a lot for my work, whether or not it's my best. Stop being a jealous b_tch, Valentine." He lifted the carrier, his arms stronger now that he'd allowed himself time to rest a little. "Get over yourself."
"Hey, there's no need for either of you to be cruel," interjected the larger of the twins, eyes mostly on his brother. "Cary." And stay away from my paintings
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:19 pm
Hayden Belmont
You're never around... Cary hesitated when Peter replied with... nothing. No anger, no amusement, no emotion. What...? Darcy's voice snapped the younger twin out of his daze, just as it reawakened the inferno swallowing his insides. "What would you rather I do, Brother?" he spat the last word like venom as he glared daggers at Darcy. "Should I gawk at him like a lovestruck idiot? Like you?!" He turned back around before anything other than anger could seep onto his face, and he directed the rage at the carefree artist. "I'm warning you, Shell! Stop deluding yourself or I'll... I'll take away what you love most!" he threatened. ...so all I can do is be alone.
Cary Valentine
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:38 pm
⊗ Peter Shell ⊗ Get the hell out of my way Darcy winced at his brother's words, electing not to speak again. It wasn't worth it. He would only cause to upset him even further.
The artist, however, wasn't affected. He'd suffered worse abuse. "What I love most? What're you going to do, huh? Snap my paintbrushes and burn my paintings? I'll buy more brushes, I'll create more art." The teen sneered at the jealous twin, now completely ignoring Darcy. "Go ahead. A lot of them are in the art classroom. I invite you to try and stop me." He then shoved past them and out the door, his deadline more important to him than the idiots he met. And stay away from my paintings
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