Thread: What Matters More (Super Cancel)

Man, that weather is looking pretty rough. Let's get those windows closedyou know how our adviser is about that sort of thing. A young man said, green eyes scanning the room, tails of a plaid shirt whipping about as the wind rustled papers and threatened to knock down a trio of books sitting on a nearby table. But the wind blowing through the room would really help set the mood for a murky, confusing piece don't you think Travis ? A young man said, gripping a set of brushes in either hand so tightly that they should have snapped into splinters. Really Holland? Do you even listen to the things that come out of that mouth of yours? Travis shook his head, as a pair of students carried bundles under either arm. Sometimes I make recordings of our conversations together and listen to them when I paint... He said, and while Travis was sure he was just joking, Holland's ability to blush on cue was very disturbing. Okay then! Anyone else want to share inappropriate details about their personal lives before we go? No? The young man looked over the dozen or so students that were in the room, and watched as one student slowly began to raise her hand. Good, let's roll people! Travis whirled his index finger in a circle and pointed to the door. B-but, I-- The young woman stammered, switching a set of easels to her right shoulder for comfort and support. Nope. Not hearing anyone else, which is a shame really. Oh, and Sasha? He called to a towering youth who carried a duffel bag full of extra supplies. What is it Chief? He said, his voice rather mellow and bit chipper even. Travis popped a set of keys into the air. You're on supply duty today. No one is to get extra supplies todaywe don't need another dry cement incident. Travis mentioned, as Sasha caught the keys and offered a silent nod. Dry cement and human skin are not to mix people. Last time this happened, they had to rub mineral oil on someone's face in order to break up the bond. Never has something so thoroughly ruined sensual massage as a materials mishap. In any case, today isn't much different than our other days, as we'll be working on perspective and drawing from life until we actually settle on a major projectstill taking proposals I might add. He saw about half of the group suddenly take an interest in the conversation and he crosses his hands and threw them to the side. Love, Space, and Fireflies is still off of the tableit's too much work and it isn't even a real project as it stands. No way! It's feasible! You're just oppressing our collective vision! A dark haired student piped up, carrying a back pack full of cans and stencils, along with a pair or respirators. He felt the eyes of his peers, and for a moment he was confused as to what they wanted until it clicked. Oh right! He coughed, as if preparing to give a speech. Maaaaaannnnn! He drew out the word, and drove his tone deep into the basement of condescension and parody. The group had a good laugh as they entered the gym, and while their laughter reverberated throughout the spacious building for a moment, it stopped as they saw that the space was in use. Girls' soccer is in here today? I'm, conflicted. The young man said, while a young woman behind him rolled his eyes. Justinian is worthless, MacKenzie, show us some leadership. A young woman with bronzed skin and blonde hair pinned to one side scolded, clearly in a bad mood now that they didn't have a work space. Look, it's probably just because of the rain or something. I'll talk to their captain, and we'll see where it goes from there. Everyone, just have a seat on the stands and get out those sketch books. Annie, establish a prompt for the gang, would you? What? Why does it have to be me? She balked, as the young man offered her a smile as he held her wrist in passing. It's a pain, but I'm relying on you Francesca. He noted, only pausing for a moment. Fine. She said as she turned to the group and started barking orders, a regular task master. The young man flipped his hand through his hair, a shock dyed a shade of red as he wandered into the middle of the practice. Sorry, but who's in charge here? We didn't think that the soccer team would be inside today. He knew that it was raining outside, but he didn't think they would have stuck around to hold an indoor session. Maybe we can work something out? He said, walking a bit closer to the visitors side of the gym, while the Fine Arts Club had set up base camp on the home side. There was something to be said about that, but it probably wouldn't have helped the young man's case.