Post by Lori on Aug 24, 2015 23:46:45 GMT -5
The night before had not gone well at all. Declan had gone out and about Salem in hopes of scoring with a girl. And he thought he found a very good one. Most blond waitresses were gullible, weren't they? So why did he fail so miserably with her? Was he losing his touch already? Was starting at Metric just getting to be too much for him already? Was it that much or a bigger change than usual that he wasn't adapting as quickly as he normally was? Had he finally felt some form of guilt thanks to his ex being so willing to let him go here and seeming so understanding with what he finally wanted?
Nah. But, whatever the case, it didn't work out. And it threw Declan horribly off course for his classes earlier in the morning. ...Ok, so that might have been a small white lie. To say Declan had any interest in any of his classes was a stretch. Short of a miracle, really. But at least his art teacher bought the excuse he gave. Said he had a fight with his ex on the phone the night before about when he could Skype with his baby girl. The prof fell for it like a sap. There was no way at all Declan was losing his touch! He grinned at the recent memory. As if he lost his touch already!
Still, the failure was a bummer to him and the last thing he wanted was to get out of his groove, especially so early in the game. The best way to do that was with a little painting. He had briefly toyed with the idea of bringing some of his stuff from his room to the painting area and working on a still life. The concentration and attention to the detail proved to be an amazing distraction. But he just didn't have the energy or the desire to carry more than a few painting supplies sort of across campus. Instead he opted to paint what he painted best - squares. Nah, he didn't expect anyone to understand his interest in them. Why would they anyway? But it worked for him and it was a great way to pass the time. Who knows, maybe a cute artsy girl would end up walking in. And getting busy in the painting room...that'd be nice! Doubtful, considering how seriously some people around here actually decided to take their craft (for whatever reason), but still nice.
For now Declan focused on his art. He stood in front of an easel where his slightly full canvas was set. On his left was the window where he had a decent enough view of the campus and he could occasionally scope out cute girls walking by. He did that ever so subtly by dipping his paintbrush in the cup filled with cold water on the window sill. A bit behind him was a chair where he'd occasionally take a seat; a light sweater rested on the arm, which Declan had been wearing due to the gusts of wind Salem was receiving earlier. As for his painting, he had most of the outlines of the squares painted on the canvas for now. Some lines were thicker than others; they were just outlined in black and none of them were painted yet. He removed the caps from the primary colors and washed his brush off in the cleaning cup. He left it there momentarily and stared at his work in progress. Currently the canvas stood in a vertical position; Declan may have painted the squares based on how the canvas was set, but how would it look horizontally? Or upside-down? Could there be a better angle for the composition? He carefully took the canvas by the edges and turned it clockwise ninety degrees, followed by back to its original position, and then upside-down. Deciding he liked it sideways better, Declan set it as such and reached for his paintbrush, which he promptly decided to dip in yellow paint. Now where would be a good place to start...? A small one at the top, perhaps. Declan nodded to himself in approval and went about painting the first of the squares, trying his best not to let the paints mix on the canvas. As for his attire, he kept it simple as usual. Sneakers and jeans with a brown t-shirt splattered with a few paints - he might have gotten a few colors on it earlier that morning. But he figured he wasn't going out anywhere to purposefully meet anyone yet.
At least, that's what he thought until he heard the doorknob turn. He quickly pulled his paintbrush away from the canvas and glanced in the opposite direction to see who'd be entering.
Nah. But, whatever the case, it didn't work out. And it threw Declan horribly off course for his classes earlier in the morning. ...Ok, so that might have been a small white lie. To say Declan had any interest in any of his classes was a stretch. Short of a miracle, really. But at least his art teacher bought the excuse he gave. Said he had a fight with his ex on the phone the night before about when he could Skype with his baby girl. The prof fell for it like a sap. There was no way at all Declan was losing his touch! He grinned at the recent memory. As if he lost his touch already!
Still, the failure was a bummer to him and the last thing he wanted was to get out of his groove, especially so early in the game. The best way to do that was with a little painting. He had briefly toyed with the idea of bringing some of his stuff from his room to the painting area and working on a still life. The concentration and attention to the detail proved to be an amazing distraction. But he just didn't have the energy or the desire to carry more than a few painting supplies sort of across campus. Instead he opted to paint what he painted best - squares. Nah, he didn't expect anyone to understand his interest in them. Why would they anyway? But it worked for him and it was a great way to pass the time. Who knows, maybe a cute artsy girl would end up walking in. And getting busy in the painting room...that'd be nice! Doubtful, considering how seriously some people around here actually decided to take their craft (for whatever reason), but still nice.
For now Declan focused on his art. He stood in front of an easel where his slightly full canvas was set. On his left was the window where he had a decent enough view of the campus and he could occasionally scope out cute girls walking by. He did that ever so subtly by dipping his paintbrush in the cup filled with cold water on the window sill. A bit behind him was a chair where he'd occasionally take a seat; a light sweater rested on the arm, which Declan had been wearing due to the gusts of wind Salem was receiving earlier. As for his painting, he had most of the outlines of the squares painted on the canvas for now. Some lines were thicker than others; they were just outlined in black and none of them were painted yet. He removed the caps from the primary colors and washed his brush off in the cleaning cup. He left it there momentarily and stared at his work in progress. Currently the canvas stood in a vertical position; Declan may have painted the squares based on how the canvas was set, but how would it look horizontally? Or upside-down? Could there be a better angle for the composition? He carefully took the canvas by the edges and turned it clockwise ninety degrees, followed by back to its original position, and then upside-down. Deciding he liked it sideways better, Declan set it as such and reached for his paintbrush, which he promptly decided to dip in yellow paint. Now where would be a good place to start...? A small one at the top, perhaps. Declan nodded to himself in approval and went about painting the first of the squares, trying his best not to let the paints mix on the canvas. As for his attire, he kept it simple as usual. Sneakers and jeans with a brown t-shirt splattered with a few paints - he might have gotten a few colors on it earlier that morning. But he figured he wasn't going out anywhere to purposefully meet anyone yet.
At least, that's what he thought until he heard the doorknob turn. He quickly pulled his paintbrush away from the canvas and glanced in the opposite direction to see who'd be entering.
