Apr 20, 2009 06:50
[There's not long until class, but the school's art room is a mess. Ashura is wearing a makeshift smock--a white, button-down shirt that's much too big for hir--over a tank top and shorts, and is barefoot, to Hell with regulations. Hir shirt, hir hair, and hir skin are smeared with oil paints, and there's a look to hir that's halfway between manic and exhausted.
The canvas sie's near is still wet, but the painting on it looks pretty close to done, a moderately disturbing surrealist piece in dark tones.
Sie catches sight of the computer, and looks over at it, as though just noticing it existed and still not particularly caring.]
...I won't be attending Ancient History class today. Someone can inform the teacher, if they wish.
[OOC: Ashura has changed too much since last time to do the Foreign Exchange Student thing again. Now, sie's dealing with hir grief through art! Have fun trying to make hir do anything else, teachers :| ]
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