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Post by Lorena Victoria on Aug 27, 2008 21:36:10 GMT -5
Lorey loved art. She wasn't nesscesairly great at it, but she just loved the stroke of a paintbrush, the dark lead on a clean paper, the stickiness of the glue, and the soft music in the background. Often times, Lorey got passes from her art teacher to stay longer than the other students, just because Lorey was possibly the most enthusiactic student.
So, as Lorey worked on her painting of a tree being struck by lightning, she couln't help but feeling giddy. After all, there was nothing like looking like a four year old with paint in your hair, and dark smudges of pain on your cheeks. She was barely concious of others walking around her, complimenting her detailed painting. Lorey was totally obsorbed; she probably wouldn't notice it if someone was screaming in her ear.
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Post by Davina Austin on Aug 27, 2008 23:32:46 GMT -5
Davina loved to draw. Charcoal was her medium of choice, but any sort of pencil would do.
However, painting was the absolute bane of her existence. She could smudge charcoal into the most realistic of shades- but add color to the equation, and she headed straight back to her books. She simply couldn't do it.
So when she walked through the art studio to try and figure out where she had left her sketchbook, she couldn't help but let her jaw drop at the sight of the most amazing painting she had ever seen. The dark, ominous sky; the brilliant flash of lightning; the charring tree trunk...
Davina found herself thoroughly floored.
"Damn..." she whispered over the painter's shoulder.
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Post by Lorena Victoria on Aug 28, 2008 15:01:22 GMT -5
Lorey whirled around when someone said something about her painting. Unfortunately, Lorey was clumsy, so she wound up knocking the glass bottle of blue paint in the floor, after she turned. "Crap," She croaked, when she saw it had splashed on the bottom of her jeans and on the girl who was staring at her painting's shoes.
"I'm soooo, soooo, soooo, sorry," Lorey said, grabbing some paper towels, trying to clean up the mess, but she was only making it worse. Lorey knew she was going to cut herself on the glass if she tried to do anything else, so she just smeared the paint on her now-blue hands on her jeans. She was going to have to get rid of them soon anyway...
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Post by Davina Austin on Aug 28, 2008 20:45:43 GMT -5
Davina raised an eyebrow, "It's fine, so long as you learn from it. In the future, dump paint on the bad critics."
Then she grinned, "Besides, you got more on yourself than you did on me. I hate these shoes- those look like they were nice jeans."
She reached around for a roll of paper towels. Ripping off a few, she tossed the rest to the other girl.
"At least it didn't land on the painting. I hate to see good artwork ruined like that."
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