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Post by Hyacinth Llewellyn-Mochizuki on Jun 27, 2015 21:11:58 GMT
Try as she might, Hyacinth couldn't abandon her -- what was the word Rose used so insistently? Thirst? -- for art. For the average person, this would have meant joining the Art Club, but Hyacinth was far above average… and not particularly skilled at art. She was very good at calligraphy, but that could only get her so far. All it was good for was embellishing notes and letters and annoying Rose at every opportunity. It wasn't the same as being able to draw or paint or sculpt.
Of course, snooping on the Art Club was the next best thing. She'd done it often since she came to this school, just to admire (half-enviously) the brilliant work her classmates were capable of. With all of her efforts going into starting the Engineering Club, she hadn't had the time to peek this year. Now she was making the time for it! She couldn't stand passing by the club room so often and not having a clue of their secrets and plans! The end of trimester exhibit was approaching soon and surely things were starting to heat up now!
Hyacinth pushed open the door to the classroom, looking about. She was a little early, but someone had to be here already!
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Post by Matthew Pascoe-Harrison on Jun 27, 2015 21:58:05 GMT
Matthew was pissed beyond all belief. The fucking art student from the university had come down to sneer at the first and second year's work again. Matthew had sent him packing with a lot of expletives and paint covered wash cloth to the face. Then he'd retreated to the corner of the art room that he'd used for working in since his first year and sat there steaming. Balls of paper scattered the floor around him. Some canvases leaned against the wall, covered in sheets. His hair was stuck up at odd angles due to him constantly running his hands through it. Eventually he'd restarted work on one of his main pieces. A large painting of buildings in Akihabara. The front center of the canvas was colorful and bright, lots of neon signs, the other parts of the buildings were grey and faded. It was almost finished but he still wasn't happy with it. He never was. The Trimester exhibit was coming fast and he wasn't ready. Wasn't ready at all. He was bricking it. His camera was sat next to his bag, and his paints were dumped on the ground next to the easel and canvas. Dumping his paintbrushes in the mug labelled 'Paint Water' he looked up at the sound of the door opening. At the sight of Hyacinth and small grin crossed his face as he looked back at the painting, leaning back and observing it. "Long time no see." |
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Kaede Tanaka
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Post by Kaede Tanaka on Jul 2, 2015 2:08:09 GMT
Kaede walked out from the connected supply room, where the sinks and projector and several crates of supplies and old work rested. He'd just gone into refill several water cups when he'd heard the argument between Matthew and the university student. He'd really wanted to come and aid Matthew but he'd gotten a bit too nervous for it perhaps? Besides, Matthew kind of always kept things straight around here. He was really protective of their whole club and he was good at it, too. He came back out just as the door had opened and a girl he had never seen before stood there. Politely Kaede smiled at her. "Hello." He moved back to the floor in one corner where a large canvas was. It was 48x20 and so far layered hues of blues had been applied to it. Sketched out figures stood in the middle, yet not painted or inked. The end piece was to look like surreal, fantasy picture of a girl with a creature. He still had a ways to go but at least most of the background was done and now he could begin on the girl and the creature, then move onto his foreground and all the added effects and touches. Water colors, pens, pencils, and ink sat around the picture on the floor. Kaede himself wore an old pair of jeans, already coated in several layers of paints and ink, and a loose graphic tee that was just as ruined. His uniform was neatly folded with his bag near the door, trying to keep it clean or else he might hear about it later. "Pascoe-Harrison-San? Do you know if we have more India Ink?" He questioned, sure the upper classmen would know better. He hadn't found any in the supply room so perhaps they'd forgotten to get it last time they restocked. |
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Post by Hyacinth Llewellyn-Mochizuki on Jul 14, 2015 4:31:18 GMT
Hyacinth perked up upon seeing Matthew, something in her flinching. She should have expected to see him today, he'd said a while back he was in Art Club. That must have been his painting he was examining.
"That's a beautiful painting!" She smiled, inching closer. "You've rendered the lighting well - though that man in the road looks flat to me. Squished." That may have sounded rude, but she was trying to help him. He must have been used to even a little critique. "How long have you been painting?" She couldn't remember whether she'd asked him that or not.
Someone else was speaking now. She turned, finding Kaede. "Hello!" She smiled at them. They must have been another member of the Art Club; they dressed the part at least. She wondered what they were working on. She'd definitely have to spy once she was finished with Matthew. She glanced back at him. "Well, get on with it! Where is the India Ink?" The sooner he said something, the sooner she could get back to talking to him!
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Post by Matthew Pascoe-Harrison on Jul 14, 2015 19:25:37 GMT
As Hyacinth hovered by his side, Matthew felt warm inside at her praise. "Thanks, I'm glad you think so too, something about this painting's been winding me up all day." He rubbed at the pencil lines of the men, rubbing most of them out, ready to even them out a bit for later.
He brushed his hands on his apron, pencil marks left behind. At Hyacinth's question he frowned, forehead creasing. "About 12 years... 15 if finger and potato painting counts. Which they don't." He leaned towards the canvas again, sketching lightly, trying to get the outline of the man again, trying to fix it but stopped when Kaede asked about the India Ink.
"Hm." He looked around, scanning the room quickly before finally standing up and heading over to one of the shelves, pushing stuff aside and looking through it. "Bollocks." Turning around he headed back to his messenger bag and dug through it before he found his bottle of, unopened, India ink and handed it over to Kaede, "Use that, I'll put it on the shopping list." Picking up a notepad he wrote India Ink at the top as well as Oil pastels and water colours.
Ripping the piece of paper off the pad, he pinned it to the notice board, "If anyone else wants anything, put it on the list. I'll do a supply run this weekend."
Turning back to Hyacinth he moved back over and sat in his seat, looking up at her, "Do you paint?"
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Kaede Tanaka
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Post by Kaede Tanaka on Aug 20, 2015 19:06:34 GMT
Kaede felt a bit bad for having to interrupt their conversation. He trailed behind Matthew as he searched, Kaede trying to help by looking through a few bottom cabinets. Definitely nothing was turning up for him. His eyes glanced up at the cursing from Matthew and he slowly stood back up, shutting the cabinet door.
"A-Ah! You don't have to..." His voice trailed off, lips slightly parted in surprise. "Senpai, I could have waited!" He insisted, but smiled with gratitude. "Thank you." Relenting he traveled the short steps back to his spot, setting the ink down carefully by his tools. Then he moved back to the notice board, carefully scribbling a few more things down along the paper that he'd noticed while searching. 'Gloss, Scotch Painters Tape, Staples...'
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Michiko Fujiwara
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Post by Michiko Fujiwara on Sept 16, 2015 22:32:14 GMT
The door to the club room eased open, allowing Michiko to push through it, one of her newer sketchbooks cradled against her chest. Compared to the last few sessions, when she came in with slumped shoulders and sat in utter silence, she looked noticeably brighter and --
Oh. Someone new was here. Her smile immediately faltered, loosening at the edges. Senpai seemed busy enough and she found herself hesitating against interrupting.
“Hello.” She bowed a little, mostly to acknowledge the new girl.
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