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Blank Page Art Club [Monday, After Classes]

It might be obvious from Angela's entire demeanor, that today was not one of her best days. The argument with Hannibal yesterday was still weighing heavily on her mind, and she really didn't want to talk about her current 'married' status anymore.

"I didn't really get a chance to do much planning," Angela admitted. "Spring Break and everything. But I pulled together some of this Plasticine stuff, and some plain pottery clay so we could do a bit of sculpture."

"If you don't want to do that, that's fine. There are cookies and other art materials for you." She waved a hand in a vague 'get to it' gesture.

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Katina Choovanski

Cal Stephanides

Claudia Kishi

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With the clay.

Or you can draw, paint, stick popsicle sticks together, whatever.

Angela was there, and squashing several different colours of modelling clay together in a nice flat puddle shape on the table.

It was really surprisingly cathartic.

Katchoo got herself a chunk of Plasticine and a corner bit of table and settled down into a steady staccato thunk-thunk-THUNKTHUNKthunkthunkTHUNKTHUNK rhythm of just pounding at the stupid thing.

It might be a good idea to not sit at that table unless you wanted your art supplies jumping around.

Slightly perceptive of the moods of a few other people in the club, Cal arched a slight eyebrow, considered the clay and Plasticine stuff for a moment, fashioned out of them a few busts and statues with limbs and heads artfully 'fallen' off, but, mostly he went to get to sketching a few new landscapes, buildings on grass splattered beaches, eaves and posts and water subtly supported with pastel colors.

Claudia gave a cautious look around the room, then, eyes wide, began to quietly make her own sculpture.

She wondered if everyone was PMSing or something...

Liir picked up the clay thoughtfully and got to the task of trying to shape it.

He actually had a rather good rabbit after a few minutes. Which made him wonder what else he could make...

Peyton was in a particularly good mood today.

You might even catch her singing a little under her breath.

Harper wasted no time in trying to sculpt Justin's head, except it had been so long that she was having trouble remembering what he looked like.

Claire was sculpting a tiny figure of a lobster-red girl lying on the beach out of the Plasticine.

Figuring out how to make an umbrella was the frustrating part.

Alice was sculpting flamingos. It seemed the thing to do.

Those cookies are there for the eating. Just don't eat the Plasticine.

Cal was not going to lie. He thought about eating the Plasticine.

Or at least trying to convince someone else to give it a try.

Savannah noticed that something was way way off with her friend.

"What's going on, Angela?"

"Rough couple of days," she replied, hitting that plasticine firmly with the side of her fist.

This modeling clay thing had been a good call on her part.

Savannah sat next to her and pummeled some clay.

"Need someone to talk to?"

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