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History of Art / Studio Art Combined Studio | March 31, Periods 5&6

At the front of the class room there are a large number of bottles of various coloured paints set out, as well as brushes and make-up pads and handouts on body painting.

"Okay kids, today's assignment is to find a partner and come up with and paint a design on each other ~~and I will love you all forever if anyone ends up in a pairing that goes horribly, horribly wrong~~."

Class Rosters

[ooc: OCD threads ~~coming~~ are up!]

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Barbossa, steering well clear of Jaye and her glitter, sat next to Isabel.

"I could paint an eyepatch on ye," he offered.

This was much the extent of Barbossa's artistic genius, yep.

"That would great Barbossa," Isabel laughed. "Would you like a nice skull and dagger on your arm? Or perhaps a nice lightening bolt?"

"Skull 'n dagger would be grand," he said, rolling up his sleeve. He peered suspiciously at the paint choices. "Jes' not in glitter, if ye please. It be not terribly piratey."

"No glitter, I promise. How about black and a nice blood red?" she asked as she used a marker to start to draw a skull holding a dagger in its teeth. "Keep in mind, I'm not that great an artist."

"That be soundin' fine," he said, grinning.

"Thar be people flyin' past me window this mornin'," he commented. "This be a strange school."

"It is. But isn't it fun?" She bit her lip, concentrating on getting the teeth of the skull just right. "Who was flying? And how?"

"Cameron," he said, "bein' aided by Anakin." He winced. "Then Cameron be jumpin' right off the roof 'n be fallin' like an anchor." He waved the arm Isabel wasn't drawing on. "Anakin be doin' whatever it is he does, so Cam be not makin' a crater in front o' the dorms. Mad, all o' them."

"Oh really? I don't think I would have enough control to stop someone in a fall like that. I'll have to ask Anakin how he does it." The outline completed, Isabel reached for the white paint to start filling in the skull. "I'd think it would be neat to fly through the air like that. As long as you knew you'd have a soft landing."

"It weren't much like how a bird flies," Barbossa said, "but they did seem t' be havin' fun if all the hollerin' were any indication."

"That's usually a good sign of fun. I'm sorry I missed it." The skull was filled in, so she started filling in the blade using a shiny silver paint. "I was thinking last night, I forgot to add something to my list of things I'd learned in Fandom."

"What have ye learned?" Barbossa asked, watching the progress on his body art with interest.

Isabel lifted the brush away from Barbossa's arm. She had a feeling that she was going to make him laugh and she didn't want to smear the paint. "The really important thing I've learned? If the shurbbery snickers? Expect your name to be mentioned on the radio."

Barbossa threw back his head and laughed. "Aye, that be an important thing t' learn."

He smiled. "Thar still be people who be not figgerin' that out. And then they be terribly surprised later that night."

"I just don't get that," she snickered. "A random shrub suddenly shows up and you're not suspicious?" Using a tiny brush she added several drops of bright, red blood dripping from the dagger. "There. What do you think?"

"That be another truth o' Fandom. Thar be some terribly stupid 'n self-absorbed people around here." Barbossa grinned. "O' course, they normally be makin' fer the best stories."

He looked down with delight at his arm. "That be quite a piece o' art. Thank ye!"

He reached for a pot of black paint. "Which eye be ye preferrin'?"

"That is true," Isabel agreed as she tipped her face and pushed her hair back to give him a better look at her left eye. "The broadcasts would be pretty boring without all the emo and innuendo to report."

Barbossa leaned forward and began painting, starting above her eyebrow.

"Without emo 'n inneundo, we'd jes be talkin' about classes, and who wants t' hear about that?" he asked.

He frowned. "Can ye close yer eye, please?"

"I'd be a hypocrite if I said me," Isabel stated. She closed her eye and tried not twitch too much. "Still, I prefer it if my name is only mentioned in a fairly innocent way. That's why I'm always careful to look for shubbery."

Barbossa painted quickly, hoping it would dry just as fast.

"The shrubbery be appreciatin' it, too, o' course." He smiled. "Though as far as I be knowin' it be only chased out o' one common room by someone wieldin' a shoe so far this year."

"That's good. I just hope it didn't mind being watered by punch at the Valentine's dance. But I think Peter thought it looked thirsty," Isabel chuckled.

Barbossa laughed, then carefully finished drawing a painted line for the string for the eyepatch.

"Ye be lookin' most fearsome," he said, smiling.

"Thank you," Isabel smiled. "Now all I need is a hat and a sword and I can go plunder the common rooms for food."

Barbossa grinned back. "I'd let ye borrow mine, but then I'd be feelin' positively naked."

"And we couldn't have that. It would be wrong on so many levels." Isabel looked over at Parker and Kara (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/769440.html?thread=36439456#t36439456). "I think I prefer our artwork. That's a little too messy for me."

Barbossa was not at all interested in looking at two hot wenches covered in paint. Nope, not at all.

"I be likin' our version better meself," he offered faintly.

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