Unexpected Canvas (Open)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy found herself alone in the art studio one afternoon. Honestly, she preferred it that way. A lot of people seemed to be pretty committed to the art they practiced, but at the same time a lot of people spent time just talking to each other instead. She liked the quiet. It made it easier when she was painting, anyway. And by quiet, she meant people-traffic quiet. So yeah, it was quiet. Well, until several loud banging sounds occurred.

Oh, and her voice followed shortly after; "Bloody hell!"

Paint. Spilled over the side of the desk, onto the floor, and splashed up onto herself.

The myriad of green, yellow and purple was... Well... Beautiful, actually. Lucy looked down to her soaked shoes as she stood almost perfectly in the puddle. Even now, the colours were blending together. Though maybe she was the one moving them. "You gotta be fucking kidding me!" She called out in frustration, picking up one of the empty paint cans and hurling it towards the mess. It was then that she heard a noise; was it the door opening?

"What!" She called out, turning her head to look towards the door.

[Oliver James]

Oliver loved art. It was the one thing that he could do for school without feeling like an idiot. Nobody ever told him his art was wrong or that he had made a mistake. They just appreciated it. Plus it was easier than trying to sit through math while struggling with his dyslexia. Art let him feel like he knew how to do something really well. Which was why he was surprisingly excited to actually do his homework. He was going to do some big art assignment, so he needed to work in the art studio.

He heard something loud fall in the room as he was heading towards it with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He hurried and opened the door only to be greeted by a angry loud girl. He looked at the floor and had to hold back some laughter. He looked back up at the girl and shrugged, "don't look at me, I didn't do it."

He quickly walked inside, closed the door behind him and set his backpack down. He knew that she'd probably get in trouble for wasting the expensive equipment of a department with a low budget. It actually looked kinda cool, though. The green, yellow and purple had now started to blend with one another.

"Is there a mop in here or anything?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Cheh." Lucy replied, only offering the frustrated sound as opposed to any formed words. She didn't recognise the guy, and thought he would just walk on given her natural reaction to his appearance. But surprise etched onto her features when he walked in and closed the door behind him. Was he going to help her? She stood back up again, watching him with clear cut curiosity.

"Oh, you think I didn't think about a bloody mop?" Lucy retorted, laughing sharply to herself at the question offered to her. "Have you ever even been in this room before?" Her money was on no, but a different answer might prove interesting.

"Why'd y'stop anyway?" She started again, her Australian accent playing through her words.

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo had just finished arranging every plate, pot and pan in the shelves and fixing the two broken ovens in the home economics room just across the hall (that manual was no help; not only were most of the pages soiled or torn, but it was also apparently for an older model) and was all ready to pack things up and call it a day when he heard the loud banging. He groaned inside his head, thinking it was simply two hormonal teenagers having at it one of the empty classrooms down the hall. (He’s been guilty of doing it in the said abandoned rooms, more than once, in broad daylight after all). But then the deep grunts and heavy breathing that usually accompanied such a bang was absent, not to mention the whole ‘bang!’ didn’t happen more than once.

Which meant it was something else.

After quickly putting everything back in the toolbox Mr. Cohen gave him, Romeo began checking all the rooms. It took a while for him to reach the room where Lucy and Oliver were, but when he got there, all he could say was, “Oh fuck me.”

He seriously couldn’t think of a bad deed he did lately to deserve such bad karma.

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