[OPEN RL - HSAU, the art rooms after school]

[not_that_lockon]

[The DDD High School art department is, in three words, Glorious Organised Chaos. And even then only loosely organised. There's various half-finished student work lying over the place, drying racks stacked with paintings, overflowing drawers full of art supplies, and scraps of paper lying on the floor.

Lyle's lounging at his desk or flitting around the department and is available for any students to holler for if they need help; meanwhile, there's a huge pile of books about Surrealism on the desk for help with the assignment, and all the art materials you could want to play with.]


((ooc: BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN, have an open RL for anyone working on their art assignment after school. :> Other students can also feel free to drop in and annoy Lyle/their friends/the art department in general; teachers can also feel free to drop by if you have a need to. GO NUTS GUYS.))

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[doomedyouth00.livejournal.com]

[Setsuna is working in the back corner as far away from everyone else as he can be, quite content to be left alone. If you look at his painting it is quite clearly of his beloved motorcycle, though obviously done in the surrealist style]

[trinities]

[ twirling around in a spinny chair she stole from some other classroom, SIGHING ]

Mr. Dylandy, I don't know what to paint!

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[sitting on his desk right now because chairs are boring :> ]

You know what the assignment is, right? Have a flick through some of these - [taps one of the books] - if you're stuck for ideas.

[trinities]

Yeah, it's surrealism, but that can be like anything!

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Exactly. I thought that if I told you all what you had to paint or sculpt or whatever, you'd throw some sort of "down with Mr. Dylandy the tyrannical art teacher" riot on me. [grins] Look, if I told you exactly what you had to do, it wouldn't be art anymore.

[hops down off the desk] Alright, let's start from somewhere. What sort of stuff do you like? Maybe you can find some way to make it a bit more surreal.

[trinities]

Hmmm... [ drags her legs along the ground until she stops spinning ] Cheerleading, computers, boys...

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Okay, good... now think of a way to make them weird.

[trinities]

Cheerleaders with computers for heads?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Now we're getting somewhere.

[doomedyouth00.livejournal.com]

[sideways glance, raised eyebrow]

[trinities]

[ turns back to her canvas, but keeps chattering ]

So how'd your brother turn out to be such a tool?

[trinities]

Let me guess, 'motorcycles are cooler'!

[doomedyouth00.livejournal.com]

[scowls and looks away, annoyed at getting caught. Pretends to concentrate hard on mixing paint for a bit before replying]

Yeah.

[trinities]

Maybe I'd agree, if you ever let me ride yours!

[doomedyouth00.livejournal.com]

No chance.

[trinities]

Bo~oring.

[doomedyouth00.livejournal.com]

[ignores, and goes back to his work]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[pulls paintbrush out of pocket and plays with it idly] How much of a tool he is is in direct proportion to how much you disagree with him.

[imperfectionary.livejournal.com]

[sitting by the windows painting something with shadowy creatures, keys and Dusks. unfortunately, with her hood pulled up.]

[philogynous.livejournal.com]

[Kanako is close by and is keeping to herself. She wants to talk to Xion but is having inner conflict on whether or not to approach her. The hood is really intimidating.]

Um... How are you going with your assignment?!

[imperfectionary.livejournal.com]

[She looks up, startled.] Huh?

Oh - Alright, I suppose... [Hesitates.] And... you?

[trinities]

That just means he's got his head up his ass.

[philogynous.livejournal.com]

... [It's pretty much blank except for a few drops of paints.] I-I'm having some trouble.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Well, not all of the time.

[fluffmisheru.livejournal.com]

I... still don't get how to do this.

[She looks at her canvas in frustration, a sigh escaping her lips.]

Stupid surrealism.

[She chuckles about it, placing her canvas back down to her desk. It's weird, she knows how to do surrealism yet she can't :p weird.

Eitherways, she looks over to Lyle's desk and frowns; she isn' really a student (infact she's 22), yet when she asked him what to do, he told her to come there. Stupid her.]

Lyle! I don't know how to do this...