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â Lee ; @paintstrokes I keep getting paint in my hair, it might be time to cut it all off...
wandering art.
Tablo slowly turned his head his eyes met a petite enchanting girl to join in his loneliness. âOh, yes. I signed up for the art club.â he replied with a crooked smile upon his face. Tablo stood onto his feet the wooden stool wasnât so comfy, he didnât want to be rude towards the female he was never rude to the opposite sex unless it was needed. âIâm tablo, simple enough. you are?â he simply asked showing his gummy smile turning his head away to inspect the art classroom it was rustic especially with the desks covered in paint, he was already inspired by  it. Wow, iâm going to be in here most of my days.
She never was so happy to hear someone speak, as it was surprising that someone would join the club that she produced. A smile graced her lips as she set down her things and walked over to the other, holding out her hand. "I'm Jieun the umm, leader I guess. " She let out a small laugh, " Its really nice to meet you Tablo, I hope you enjoy it here. " She stated smoothly nodding once, as she tilted her head, " So tell me, whats your favorite art style ? "Â
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 everyone please plot with me ;;
Just Like Old Times ; JieunXHyosung
It seemed like every day of her life she was covered in paint or her fingers where covered in dark remains of pencils stuck to her fingers. This time it so happened to be the colors red, yellow and different shakes of blues that covered her cheek and hands as she took a step back from her art piece. A Sigh fell passed her lips as she tilted her head at the painting, something was missing, she just couldn't pinpoint what. Her eyes focused on the brightly colored swing set in the painting.
The swing meant something to her, it depicted her childhood and fun memories playing with her friends on that very swing. Ideas popped into her head as she scrambled for the white paint so that she could make a small pair of shoes as she remember her and this girl, a girl she couldn't remember clearly, would always lose their shoes on the swing.Â
She dipped the brush into the white and was about to begin the process over again when she heard a knock on the door. A female voice sounded, making its way over the soft sound of music that played in the background. The voice was familiar to her, warming. Â She turned to glance at the girl, she had to be one of the prettiest girls that graced bullworth and yet she couldn't shake the familiar vibe radiating off of her.
" May I help you ? " She asked in a bright tone as she set down the brush and paint. Jieun reached to the table, picking up a slightly used rag and wiped her hands on it before tossing it back on the table.Â
jBoa nodded, looking up at the ceiling for a moment and making a sound from behind her lips before looking back at Jieun. âYouâll get there in no time, Iâm tellinâ ya.â To reaffirm this, she gave a quick nod and then reached out to pat the young girl on the shoulder. âDonât think of it as a long way to go. Think of it asâŚâ Paused to then give her other arm a flourish, as if showcasing a banner. ââŚan adventure." Boa paused, looking at Jieun with a mischievous grin before shrugging. "I guess thatâs what a teacher is supposed to say, right? Did I lift your spirits some, hm?"
She couldn't help but let out a small laugh, the teacher did have a point. School was an adventure she learned so much each day, and everyone was just bringing new things to the table. A smile played on her lips, "Yah, I guess you're right, I'll think of it like that. " She nodded once, "So are you settling in well ? Or do you need some help ? " She asked bouncing on her heels lightly.Â
Art Club Interest Meeting
Attention all member of Art Club or those who wish to join, we will be having a meeting in the art room. We will be discussing a booth to be held at the festival so that we may gain more members. As well as discussing possibly helping out with construction of the props for the upcoming musical. I hope to see you all there ! Please remember there is no touching of any other studentâs artwork that is in the art room as they have worked hard on their pieces. Thank you !Â
Art Club  { meeting to be held 11/19 at 7:00 EST. }
Any booth ideas should be sent to me, via email or text message, then we can discuss as a group at the meeting. Please be sure to attend as we start up our club !
Contact ; Text messaging ; EmailÂ
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Any art students wish to come chat with us, we are currently hanging out in the art room. All are welcomed ~ Artroom
Art Club Interest Meeting
Attention all member of Art Club or those who wish to join, we will be having a meeting in the art room. We will be discussing a booth to be held at the festival so that we may gain more members. As well as discussing possibly helping out with construction of the props for the upcoming musical. I hope to see you all there ! Please remember there is no touching of any other student's artwork that is in the art room as they have worked hard on their pieces. Thank you !Â
Art Club  { meeting to be held 11/19 at 7:00 EST. }
Any booth ideas should be sent to me, via email or text message, then we can discuss as a group at the meeting. Please be sure to attend as we start up our club !
Contact ; Text messaging ; EmailÂ
wandering art.
"Seriously? Am i the only one that is in this art club or what? or are people seriously good at hidingâŚ" Tablo sighed which followed into a frown, he was bored he wanted someone to share his artistic thoughts with or someone he could wreck havoc with someone as he was a rebel at heart.
The girl walked down the hall way, papers in her hand as she read over ideas she had found for a booth of some sort, all she need was her club to be up and running. A sigh fell past her lips as she walked into the art room, she was pleasantly surprised to see a male standing inside. "Hello, are you here for the art club? " She asked tilting her head slightly as she flashed a smile. Her goal was to start her own art club, as it seem bullworth lacked one, but it was hard to get things up and running around here, which is why she was excited whenever someone wandered into the art room, whether it be for supplies or to simply ask where the teacher was.Â
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Inspire || JieunXIlhoon
 Fingers traced determinedly along a strong jawline, as another set carefully dabbed sky blue paint to a new creation. Like most times that Jung Ilhoon decided to paint, he had no prior concept in mind before starting and had come out with something quite abstract. The painting was regrettably a mess, much like the boyâs mind, as of late. A sigh escaped a perky set of lips, his inner levels of despair almost at maximum. When had the last time that he had actually created something worthwhile been? As he pondered the deep subject, the blond placed the brush against his cheek, placing a blotch upon the pale surface. Though he had been painting for as long as he could remember, Ilhoon still made a mess every time, whether it was off his face or his clothes.
A knock at the door took the male away from his cluttered thoughts and a thick eyebrow raised up in question. He hadnât been expecting anyone over, so whyâ Then a voice rang out, causing Ilhoon to smile for the first time all day. Jieun. A girl with the face and hands of an angel, the only person who could possibly have taken over his spot as the leader of the artists, after he graduated from Bullworth. âWhy didnât you call first, young lady, I could have freshened up a bit, so I could make you fall for me at first sightââ Ilhoon chirped, as he opened the door to his studio apartment, allowing the other to come in, âWhatâs up? Having inspirational problems, so you came to see your favorite oppa?â
His warm voice reached her ears before she saw the familiar face. A burst of laughter fell from her lips as she shook her head at his comment. "Yah, it wouldn't be a surprise visit if I called oppa." The girl walked into the apartment, a smile curved her lips upward as she glanced around. Though she had be inside the apartment many times she couldn't get over the fact that everything was so him. Once she was fully in she looked back at him, " You're so strange, you know ? " Â Another laugh fell from her lips as she looked down at her covered painting before removing the cloth she had put over it so that nothing would fall on it during transport.
The canvas was covered in multiple colors, browns, golds and reds. As she had tried to capture the leaves. She had wanted to put an item, maybe in the color yellow in the middle of the canvas full of leaves, but she couldn't decide on a center piece, something to draw attention. Her hues moved from the painting to the male as she held it out to him. " I don't know what to do, right now, its just leaves. Help me ?" She asked, pouting her lip out slightly, she knew he would most likely said yes, but she just had to make sure he wouldn't back out.Â
Boa laughed, slipping her hands into her pockets as she rocked back on her heels. âWell, youâre half right and half wrong. Iâm studying to pass the college entrance exams, but for now, Iâm a TA at Bullworth. I help Teacher Kim whenever he needs me to in for his math class.â Tilting her head to the side, she winked at Jieun. âWhat about you? Are you a student? And what year are you?â
She placed her hands in her back pocket as she listened to the girl, feeling slightly dumb for thinking she's a highschool student. "Ahh I see, thats cool, I wish I could do that once I reach college level." she replied giving a slight nod, "I'm a student, a third year." She shrugged her shoulders, " I still have awhile of schooling to go."
Grin widening, she shrugged. âWell, there arenât many options left after that, are there?â She leaned back, clasping her hands together. âDo I look like a teacher? Be honest, I can handle it.â Boa laughed near the end of the statement, a soft and teasing one.
She shook her head, hoping not to seem rude, "You don't look much like a teacher, just an elder student, maybe even college. " She let out a small laugh, "Are you a teacher ?"
You are my muse; you inspire me to be the best I can be.
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Apodyopis -Â The act of mentally undressing someone.
Boredom struck the young female as she slid down in her chair. Mathematics fell to the bottom in her listing of favorite classes so naturally she didn't pay much attention to the class. Her eyes felt heavy as she rested her cheek on her fist. A small yawn fell from her lips as her mind began to wonder other places other than her current situation. A smile pulled on her lips as she thought of her boyfriend, Niel.Â
She seemed to always be thinking of him, his smile, the way he laughed. Everything was just so interesting to her. Suddenly the bell rang signaled to her the torture was over, she quickly sprang up from her seat and grabbed her belongings before walking out the door to see the male she was just thinking about moments ago. Her eyes glanced over him, she took note in the way the light shirt hung on him, she wondered what it would be like to run her hands under the shirt. To touch his bare skin to ki- the sound of her name pulled her out of her thoughts. She blinked once looking up at him, a smile forming on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his middle hugging herself to him, as she tried to ignore her hyperactive imagination.Â