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Post by cameo on Sept 7, 2006 21:39:42 GMT -5
Cameo nodded, "It makes sense, just make sure that you make the right choice in the end, you have been given a second chance, don't waste it." she said wisely, before entering the art studio. she smiled at it, she had decorated it years ago, but she still loved it, it had a forest painted on the walls, with a gold-leaf print showing through faintly, from when she and Elios had bought the victorian mansion 100 years ago. The walls were covered with art work, for Cameo loved her students to be inspired.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 8, 2006 16:39:07 GMT -5
Sakito nodded. "I'm embracing the second chance as much as possible..." he said, and walked to his usual desk. Sakito took off his bag, and gingerly placed it on the chair. "Okay...what do you need help with?"
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Post by cameo on Sept 8, 2006 17:09:13 GMT -5
"Can you...help me move...these easels?" asked Cameo, grunting slightly as she tried to manage two at once. One clattered to the ground and Cameo gave a sigh of exasperation, today just was not her day! Rain, explosions in the chemistry lab, and now- organised chaos in the art room!
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Post by Sakito on Sept 8, 2006 17:54:07 GMT -5
Sakito flinched at the loud bang of the easel falling to the ground. He paused. "Uhm...you need help with that?" he asked. Sakito made his way over to the easels and picked them up. "Where do you want me to put them?"
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Post by cameo on Sept 8, 2006 18:00:22 GMT -5
"Put them in a circle around the centre of the room? Wait- we need to clear away the desks and chairs first!" Cameo laughed, the problem with being an art and healing teacher, too creative and not enough logic!
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Post by Sakito on Sept 8, 2006 18:06:16 GMT -5
Sakito smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Alright..." he said, putting the easel back, and began moving the desks. "Poor Madam M...her head always in the clouds." he mused.
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Post by cameo on Sept 8, 2006 18:17:32 GMT -5
Cameo heard his thoughts and thought it best not to respond, though she smiled. Yes, she wished her thoughts were more in the clouds, well, concerned with someone who was in them, the same person who was closer than her very breaths. She shoved the last of the desks back, and began putting out the easels, humming a sweet little tune to herself.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 8, 2006 18:21:03 GMT -5
Sakito started quietly moving the easels in a circle to the middle of the room. "So....are we bringing in a model today...or is it still life?" he asked.
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Post by cameo on Sept 8, 2006 19:25:49 GMT -5
"Model...I hope that you are ok with nudity?" asked Cameo, as she opened a draw and took out rolls of paper, which she began clipping the easels. This would be the class' first life drawing class, and she expected some immaturity.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 8, 2006 19:42:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah...I'm 25 I'm fine with it..." he said, and started setting up his spot. "What media are we using?" he asked.
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Post by cameo on Sept 9, 2006 18:49:47 GMT -5
"Yes," laughed Cameo, "I keep forgetting! You look so young! But then, I am one to talk!" She opened a drawer "I thought we would start off by using charcoal, then move onto pen and ink washes, and then finish with water colours. Could you put these pieces of carcoal on each easel? Thank you." She instructed with a grateful smile.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 9, 2006 19:14:29 GMT -5
"I stopped ageing when I was nineteen." Sakito commented, getting the box of charcoal, and starting to lay each pecie down on the small tray at the easel.
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Post by cameo on Sept 9, 2006 19:26:37 GMT -5
"I know, I know!," sighed Cameo, "It is hard to keep track of you lot sometimes!" she grinned, walking over to her desk, where a copper kettle rested, "Tea?" she offered.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 9, 2006 19:30:28 GMT -5
Sakito nodded. "Especially with the much older students." he remarked, finishing the rest of the charcoal, before wiping his hands off. "And yes please."
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Post by cameo on Sept 9, 2006 19:35:48 GMT -5
Cameo nodded approvingly,a student after her own heart, and set the kettle to boil, she then placed to herbal tea bags in two mugs and poured the scalding water over the top, fishing the tea bags out, and tossing them into the bin, she handed him one of the mugs, and sipped lightly from the other. Herbal tea had replaced her need for human blood, and now she thrived on the essence of cammomile and peppermint instead.
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