Post by Rosaline Grey on Nov 8, 2008 2:59:10 GMT -5
Rose walked into the quiet art room and breathed in the slightly metallic smell of paint, clay, paper, and coffee.
The bubbly sound of the dark coffee percolating in a bright red coffee maker in the cornor of the room, was the dominant sound. Below that sound was the tap tap tap of her boots everytime they hit the ground and the rustling sound of her skirt as it moved around her legs. She kicked the door closed and jumped slightly as it banged closed.
Today she was in a long layered black skirt, a pair of knee high boots and a red corset and her hair was braided down her back tied with a white ribbon. She tossed her bag onto the table and began taking out art supplies. She crossed the room and took a canvas off a tall pile along with a paint stained easle.
She set it up and slowly began to layer on the paint. She had the picture all planned out, it was going to be a stormy ocean with a shady asexual figure on the dock. Standing and leaning forward as if falling. She painted each cloud in the sky carefully letting herself slide into the painting, and without even paying attention using dozens of differant sized paint burshes and not noticing as her water got dirtier and dirtier.
Not that the dirty water really mattered for this picture, it was supposed to be stormy. When she finished she would clean her water and add pure white to some parts but for now it was perfect. She didn't even notice as the hallways got louder and louder as more students arrived for the school day.
She began to hum a song, she wasn't sure what song it was or even wether it was a song nor was she fully conscious of the fact she was humming. She didn't hear the door squeak slightly or feetsteps enter the room.
The bubbly sound of the dark coffee percolating in a bright red coffee maker in the cornor of the room, was the dominant sound. Below that sound was the tap tap tap of her boots everytime they hit the ground and the rustling sound of her skirt as it moved around her legs. She kicked the door closed and jumped slightly as it banged closed.
Today she was in a long layered black skirt, a pair of knee high boots and a red corset and her hair was braided down her back tied with a white ribbon. She tossed her bag onto the table and began taking out art supplies. She crossed the room and took a canvas off a tall pile along with a paint stained easle.
She set it up and slowly began to layer on the paint. She had the picture all planned out, it was going to be a stormy ocean with a shady asexual figure on the dock. Standing and leaning forward as if falling. She painted each cloud in the sky carefully letting herself slide into the painting, and without even paying attention using dozens of differant sized paint burshes and not noticing as her water got dirtier and dirtier.
Not that the dirty water really mattered for this picture, it was supposed to be stormy. When she finished she would clean her water and add pure white to some parts but for now it was perfect. She didn't even notice as the hallways got louder and louder as more students arrived for the school day.
She began to hum a song, she wasn't sure what song it was or even wether it was a song nor was she fully conscious of the fact she was humming. She didn't hear the door squeak slightly or feetsteps enter the room.