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Post by meigan on Feb 21, 2008 17:20:23 GMT -8
It was lunch period on a bright sun shiney day, most of the student population was housed in the cafeteria choking down peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, or mud, or whatever it was kids ate these days. After eating a strawberry yogurt and a pear in her classroom, Em propped open the door that led to the outside from the art room with a painted brick, carrying a couple gallons of paint outside and setting them on the grass. She then carried out a tarp and set it down on the ground against the brick wall. Why was she doing this? Because yesterday a couple rebellious freshmen had spray painted all over this wall of the school...and Ms Cassidy was going to turn it into a mural promoting the arts in education. Da da da daa!!~ Returning back inside, she retrieved the beloved paint splattered boom box and an extension cord, bringing it outside and turning it on. "Lip Gloss" blared over the radio, it was an odd song (who sung about lip gloss?) but it had a nice beat. Fluidly, she opened the cans of paint, tying on a khaki smock, she picked up a large brush and began to paint. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 28, 2008 2:17:20 GMT -8
Quietly... In the distance a bit, "Unfettered" watched. He'd managed to dodge out of the way of the usual corridors, avoid the amount of tiresome fights he'd been getting himself into, as of late.
---What the...?
In fascination, he peaked out of the corner of the wall, looking at this tall person going about, painting. Given her clothes, he couldn't tell if it was a staff or not... And if she was just a student, well...
However, at the moment, he didn't quite have the desire to break up the whole parade of colors that was flowing onto the wall. If he had an eye for art, he might notice the amazing abilities being displayed, creating such a wonderful masterpiece. In turn however... it was simply the process that he enjoyed watching. Leaning forward even more---
...Shit.
Roughly, he fell forward, catching his hands before him on the ground, effectively scraping them at the bottom of the palms. Not that he bothered too much, but the 'tingling sensation' of 'cutting nerves' was never pleasant.
...And that is, when it dawned on him that his moderately loud 'grunt' must've caught her attention. He looked up, pushing himself up, not quite certain wha--- |
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Post by meigan on Mar 2, 2008 19:19:18 GMT -8
Fwump.
The unmistakable sound of something large falling onto the grass caught the teacher's attention and instinctively, her head turned the to source of the sound, auburn tresses bouncing about her face. A person! Now who would have thought...she considered him as he made his way back to his feet.
"A little clumsy today?"
She asked unabashed. She didn't know who this kid was, but she wasn't afraid to make a comment on an observation. She was an artist after, seeing what what she did. Her tone was light, rather curious with a hint of authority rather than condescending. She looked away for a moment the drag the brush in her hand across the brick, trailing a line of green.
"I can guess you can handle a brush though."
She nodded at the cans of paint, clean brushes sitting on top of the plastic tarp enticingly. Finished with the green for a moment, she turned to go clean her brush and stopped, bringing her finger to her chin, and paintbrush dangerously close to her delicate face.
"Water...hm..be a dear and go grab a small bucket of water from one of the sinks? There should be containers all around there."
The boy hadn't even spoken a word and she was already sending him on missions. It didn't matter to her, Em usually had a way of moving people into things without them even offering, like a kindly ocean current. The radio buzzed out some staticcy announcers voice before fading into another song. One she knew! Continuing to paint with her green paintbrush until water arrived, the art teacher sang along with the music.
"And I said 'What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?'
She said 'I think I remember the film and
and I recall I think we both kinda liked it'
and I said 'Well that's one thing we got.'
...da nana da nana nanana..!"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 2, 2008 21:56:16 GMT -8
Make-Shift Tool He looked up, pushing himself up, not quite certain wha---"A little clumsy today?" Ouch."Zat was uncalled for..."Still, the voice was light-hearted enough. Not exactly without motion, but he considered, as he quietly got up to his feet. With a gentle shrug, he'd look at the woman, brushing himself off at the same time. Kinda cut---"I can guess you can handle a brush though." *Blink*"Vait, vat?""Water...hm..be a dear and go grab a small bucket of water from one of the sinks? There should be containers all around there."  ...
For a moment, he was confused. This didn't make any sense.
...But the fact that three minutes later, he returned with two buckets full to the brim made even less sense. His mind had gone blank. It wasn't because this woman was that dazzlingly beautiful or anything. Maybe just shock at how strange the proceedings of his lunch was turning out?..."And I said 'What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?'
She said 'I think I remember the film and
and I recall I think we both kinda liked it'
and I said 'Well that's one thing we got.'
...da nana da nana nanana..!"
Quietly, he walked over, not paying attention the radio or he woman. Sighing a bit as he heaved over the water close to the other buckets of water. "Here... two buckets full of---VAT ZE HELL AM I DOING!?"As if in shock or fear, he stepped away from her, almost violently. A look of possibly 'fright' coming across his face."Who do you zink you are!?"...The truth was, he subconsciously knew why he was doing this.
But after... 'her'... he'd found it increasingly difficult on his pride to ever admit that again. |
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Post by meigan on Mar 3, 2008 15:21:20 GMT -8
"Zat was uncalled for..." A slender eyebrow arched at the boy. It wasn't often she was told anything she did was uncalled for. She was an authority figure after all, even if she didn't appear like it. But he still disappeared back into the building to fetch her water. The second thing she noticed, of course, was his accent. Accents were cool, Marina herself had a slightly rounded tone to her speech, having spent some time in Milan during her schooling. Nothing too much to be as pronounced as his, but it aided in the light quiality of her speech, not heavy with elongated vowel sounds like she heard around here.
It wasn't long before he returned, bringing the water with him. "Here... two buckets full of---VAT ZE HELL AM I DOING!?" Unperturbed, the woman simply dipped her brush into the water and swirled it around, the water turning a transparent green. "Who do you zink you are!?"
"I think I'm the art teacher here. Or at least that's what it says on my employee record." A layer of wit mixed in with the declaration of her title. "Marina Cassidy, and you are?"
She moved to another can, brown, moving back to the green she was painting and adding to it, creating an abstract sort of tree. Em didn't care what the kids called her, as long as it was somewhat related to her name and wasn't derogatory. Most art teachers didn't, as they were usually the least mainstream in the education field.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 3, 2008 21:25:07 GMT -8
Oh...? "I think I'm the art teacher here. Or at least that's what it says on my employee record."..That texture of authority... Putting it respectfully, she sounded one like one of those people who 'knew' what they were doing, but was also 'out' there... Yet at the same time, very effective? Was that the stereotype? But that didn't matter. "Unfettered" took a step back in slight surprise. His expression softening, and then hardening into the appropriate 'expression' that showed the more sought-after respect the teacher was looking for. And also to hide some slight disappointment he had in himself. He'd labeled her. Where had his ideals from his Freshmen year washed away to!?"Marina Cassidy, and you are?""..."
"...Jonathan Winters."...Oh hell, why not? He'd already yelled at her."And... may I ask vat it iz you're doing to the school wall, Miss Cassidy?"Sadly, he was resisting the thought of helping her, unless she ordered him. But then, this was why he'd fatally lost several months of his time, 'waiting' for her to make a move. To his core, a tool. Hah. So long as he could fake it though, right?... |
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Post by meigan on Mar 6, 2008 15:26:05 GMT -8
"Pleased to meet you, Jonathan."
Marina replied pleasantly. She made a slightly angled line from the areas of green downward..the tree was leaning to the right, the leaves curling upward and to the left to frame in the mural with an organic line. Marina loved trees, so healthy and lively, and strong. So maybe this mural could promote thinking green as well? Who knew!
"And... may I ask vat it iz you're doing to the school wall, Miss Cassidy?"
Manners...well, now that he knew she was a teacher he was treating her with a little more respect. As he should, though she was pleased that he was asking what she was doing. "Some hoodlums painted some graffiti here the other night, and I was asked to get rid of it..so I'm taking the liberty to paint a mural. Have you ever painted a mural before Jonathan?"
She wasn't asking him if he knew what a mural was as it was quite obvious what she was doing, but if he had ever made one before. Few indulge in the arts as it is, and Marina knew even fewer had experienced what it was like to paint a mural. It was like using the world as your canvas, but in a productive way. The hoodlums had used the world as their canvas, but somehow '259 sux bawls' is a little less enriching than actual artwork...and it seriously lacked in spelling ability as well.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 14, 2008 17:15:14 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry, quick, short, to ze point... ja. ^_^;Nostalgia "Some hoodlums painted some graffiti here the other night, and I was asked to get rid of it..so I'm taking the liberty to paint a mural. Have you ever painted a mural before Jonathan?"..."...Hah..." A quick shake of the head. "Nein. I've never found the time for such a hobby..."...As if to contradict this, however, he'd sit bowlegged, just behind her, settling himself. Leaning forward, his elbow on his right knee, palm holding his face upright. "...I'd like to vatch, even help with the process, if you don't mind, however."Quiet grin. It wasn't the mural itself that interested him. Actually... it was the process. Art teacher? Then, at this manner, he could observe a master at work, no? See the technique, the passion, the thought, the feeling that was passed on...
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He failed to mention that he didn't really have any idea what a 'mural' was. The matter would be just to simply watch and gather the common sense through observation. ...Hehehehehe. ^_^;
Funny, almost.
This reminded him of a long time ago. Before the School Captain, before the Pillars, before...
Before.
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Post by meigan on Mar 17, 2008 21:22:06 GMT -8
Nein...German? Well that would explain the accent. Marina kept this thought to herself as her arm moved in exaggerated, arching movements, leaving liquid pigment in her wake. The tree was beginning to take form now, its branches bending upward energetically and gracefully. After the first layer of paint was done, the art teacher dipped the brush in water, swishing it around and the drying it on an already colorful towel that lay at her feet. Exhaling positively (kind of like a non-emo sigh?), she turned to look at the student Jonathan. He had said he hadn't dabbled in the hobby of mural painting, or possibly painting in general, but he looked upon the medium with interest, and had even offered to help. "Well, there is an extra brush here if you would like. Murals always look better when they are a collaborative effort."She smiled warmly, bending down to pick up the clean brush and tossed it underhand to him before turning to dip her paintbrush in purple, dabbing it on the wall with sweeping movements, creating swirls that extended from the topmost branches of the tree. [ooc: *IMADORKALERT* Crazy MS Paint idea of the finished mural XD click] |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 27, 2008 1:11:30 GMT -8
"Well, there is an extra brush here if you would like. Murals always look better when they are a collaborative effort."Staring off, watching her, he only barely noticed the flicker of movement, as the paintbrush went flying to him. Inevitably, he missed in catching it, but grinned as to the reason why. Fascinated with the how and the why she worked, he slowly bent down, groping for the paintbrush, before finally successfully getting 'it'.
The message (and the paintbrush, for clarification... hehe).
..So much creativity, flowing like a river...
A river.
Why not?
Awkwardly, he moved down to the green paint cans, moving a bit to the side, yet somewhat close enough... initially, helping her out slightly with the swirls... No, he'd work on his piece of crap idea later. If he found the time...
..A few... little dabs here... and...OOC: For the record, he hasn't painted the 'link'... but its an idea I'm playing around with. I'd need better patience/skill/a better program to get it nice, but its just something silly I put together anyhow.  Let's see where this thread takes us, then.
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Post by meigan on Apr 3, 2008 14:59:55 GMT -8
Marina smiled to herself as the student named Jonathan picked up a brush and helped paint the mural. Nothing made her feel better than sharing the wonders of art with the youth of America...except perhaps death by chocolate ice cream. It was a close race.
After another splash of green, the art teacher returned to the paint, cleaning her brush in the water before picking up a nice pink color. She would then add a few pink leaves to the tree she was painting...who said it had to be realistic? She looked over, admiring the river that he had begun to paint, or at least she thought it was a river, but it was all up for interpretation. Cleaning her brush once more she picked up some brown, extending the roots of the tree to touch the water, it needed to live somehow!
"So how old are you, Jonathan?"
She asked curiously, probing to learn a little bit about the student. Adults have this weird need to know things, often asking generic questions such as 'how old are you now? what grade are you in? what's your major (usually when talking aboug college)?' just so they can place them into this neat little boy or girl cut out call the 'real world.'
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Post by "Unfettered" on Apr 11, 2008 23:48:39 GMT -8
Decisions, Decisions "So how old are you, Jonathan?""Unfettered" gave a small grin to himself.A) Sarcasm: "Old enough to impregnate a girl vith a healthy baby."B) Suspicious: "...Vy?"C) Defensive: "I don't zee how zat's your business."D) Asshole: "Vy? Making sure I'm legal before zings heat up?"---"...About zixteen." (OOC: ...I've totally forgotten to update his age/profile... Or did he really start out as 14? I can't remember anymore...---Yeah, he's 16, and I forgot to update *Checked "Thrush"/Jonathan profiles*)..Quietly, he decidedly began working more on the mud and tall grasses that surrounded the dirt, but at a much slower pace. Thinking, before pausing a moment. He looked at her. Trying to get a feel for her, trying to catch the vibe that made her 'her'.
Briefly throwing away the temptation to ask the teacher 'And how old are you? =D...'"...If you don't mind me azking... vy do you paint? ...Miss Cassidy?" |
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Let's see where this thread takes us, then.