Thread: The Art in Punishment    { Fish & VenomousLips }

Oh god, no. Third person is perfectly fine. I write first, but 95 of the time I'm roleplaying with third, so I have no problem at all. And as for writting, I try to keep up, but sometimes it's hard. Don't think you have to write as much. I'm perfectly fine with 2-4 paragraphs. C-c-assy.... Isabella, the girl sitting next to me stuttered. I can't d-do this... As I went to look over at her, the paint brush in her hand was twitching and shaking violent. My eyes widened in confusion. Before I could say anything she spoke once again. I can't do this... I've never seen a man na... naked before.... Her eyes, I could see it in her eyes. Fear, alot of it, and nervousness. Don't worry, Izzy, I'm sure you've seen seen something havn't you ? I was thinking, probably porn, pictures, or sex ed of course... But that was only the drawing and a video of cartoon characters. No... She said lightly, shaking her head. Her face was turning a deep pink. Blush, obviously, but it only seemed to be getting worse. Soon her face look like a tomato, and she didn't seem to be looking at me anymore, but at someone else. I made a confused frown, my eyes squinted as I wondered what she was doing. I peeredcarefully into her eyes, only to see the direction she was focussing on wasn't mine. I turned my head to see what she was looking at. There it was, your bear backside visible to all of the members. Also known as, Izzy's biggest fear. I could already hear her starting to hyperventilate. Izzy, don't think of it as that. Think of it just as art. Just think of it of those flower pictures you always look at and paint. Nothing more, nothing less . I smiled warmly. She looked over at me, swallowing hard and giving a light nod. As I turned my head around again, another surprise, this time it was all of you, not just your pretty little ass. Well, glad to have dealt with that one. I glanced over and Izzy as she started, she still looked pink, but she looked like she was dealing with it pretty well. I gave a sigh of relief. I looked over at you, you were tense. I gave you advice right as I started, hoping you'd take it and calm down a bit. That's what I seemed to be doing all today. Calming people down, or telling them off. As you looked back down at me, I was not looking at you, but at my canvas. I sensed movement, even if it was your eyes, I had that gut feeling me telling me to look up. My eyes moved up, my head staying in place. As our eyes met, I could tell, just by the delicacy of your eyes you apreciated my advice. I exchanged a light smile. It was only half. More of a left corner-lip curling than anything. I started to dip my paint brush in a small cup of water I had prepared on the shelf of my art stand. I was running the brush over the cloth several times to clean it off. I was making sure it was perfect. Unlike almost all of the girls painting, I wasn't using acrylic paints or oil, but water paints. I was just about to start, when someone started for me. A huge blotch of black paint splattered all over my canvas, even a few drops hitting you. I could feel the cold wetness of the paint, all over my backside and my hair. My mouth was wide open, not in shock, but in anger. Who was it? I knew already by the loud piglette snort, it was Luna. Oops! Sorry Picasso! I must of missed while trying to get my own painting... She giggled again. I stayed frozen there. My eyes filled with rage, almost evil. I was looking directly into your eyes, almost like I was about to kill you. But really, I was using you eyes as a mirror to see her.