Dude I'm a painter

Yo I'm Sting Eucliffe. I'm a senior and I'm aiming to be a painter! Now I don't mind much, but try not to get on my bad side, things won't end well for you. Other than that, I'm open for fun. *Au Sting Eucliffe Blog; will rp with anyone* Tag: paintingdragon Affiliation: Cieli-Stellati

[gomenboy]

"I-I’m fine." Sakurai replied before looking up to see who he had just crashed into. 

Once his hazel eyes focused on the person before him, the brunette got quite a shock. The stranger before him was quite intimidating, causing tears to well up in the poor boy’s eyes. “U-uhm I’m sorry for being in your way!” Sakurai apologized again, mostly out of habit. 

[painting-dragon]

"Whoa!" 

At the sight of tears, Sting started to panic. The blond replayed his words to make sure he didn't say anything to offend. It wouldn't be the first time he said something without thinking which would result in negative consequences. "Ah hey, I said it's cool, just chill dude." Honestly, there was nothing that he had to apologize continuously for or cry about. "Nothing to get worked up over."

[painting-dragon]

whoops my dad rented Iron Man 3

I must see my bby RDJ 

I will come back and make a starter and reply to some opens and do whatever replies I have.

ADIOS AMIGOS.

[gomenboy]

This school really was enormous compared to the one he was in back in Japan. The nervous boy strolled through the hallways with a map in hand, provided by the registrar’s office. Sakurai was so concentrated on the map, that he didn’t notice someone coming towards him. Bump.

"I-I’m so sorry!!" The shaken boy quickly apologized, bowing a couple times before asking. "A-are you okay?"

[painting-dragon]

Sting was just in his own world as he walked down the hallways. Luckily, they were starting to become very familiar to the blond, seeing as how it's been a few weeks since his arrival. Currently, he was making his way to the cafeteria to get some lunch, however as he turned a corner, he ran right into something. Or rather someone.

"Ah hey it's cool dude!" Sting said with a chuckle when he regained his balance. "I'm good; what about you?"

[painting-dragon]

Kame....

Hame....

HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[linkedthroughtime-deactivated20]

Now that Porky was asleep Link could do what he wanted without having to worry about that cute little pig. The blond stretched as he walked through the halls; class was out by now and kids were just hanging around. Link still didn’t have any friends, maybe one but he wasn’t too sure about that. He needed to make more but talking tire him out quickly. 

[painting-dragon]

  ☼ -- Sting was bored. He's already finished what he wanted for his art project, leaving him with nothing to do. Usually, the blond would use the free time to go hand with friends, but sadly he hasn't made any since he came back and all his old friends were miles away. This just left him to wander the halls, trying to find something to pass the time. "Maybe I'll go get some food..." He muttered to himself as he turned a corner. However, since he wasn't paying much attention, he ended up bumping into something, causing him to stumble back a couple of steps before he regained his footing. "Oh ow....sorry about that." 

[okarutou]

"Hm. There’s a lot a’ new people an’ stuff. A lot a’ new names ta learn an’ that kind a’ stuff." She paused for a moment, before a small smile came onto her lips. "Regardless, nice ta meet ya all, yeah. M’Siran."

[painting-dragon]

  ☼ -- "Yo." Sting greeted with his own smile. A smile that was more of a smirk than anything. "Nice to meet ya Siran. I'm Sting Eucliffe." Greeting aside, he tilted his head to the side, raising a curious eyebrow. "So what are you? The welcoming committee?"

[no-cheren]

— { Ω }

“ … “

Cheren sat in the library quietly, rapidly filling line after line in the notebook before him. There were several books sitting on the desk he sat at, some of them open, while others were stacked at the side, not being his main focus at the moment.

He was trying his hand at songwriting, and had managed to find a decent book on it. Cheren, being his studios self, read as much of the book as he could stand before he wanted to put the material to use.

 It had taken him a bit over an hour before he felt he was done scraping putting together what he thought might make a reasonable song, but when we read over it, something didn’t feel right.

He knew he was new at this, and this was only a draft, but there was this nagging doubt in the back of his mind: something telling him that he should start from scratch.

He sighed, eyebrows furrowed, and looked around, his mind taking a bit of a break before starting again.

[painting-dragon]

   ☼--  Sting rarely goes to the library  Not simply because he doesn't like to read, he actually does. But for the fact that it's always too quiet and he was just too loud. Every time he goes to the library, he ends up getting into trouble because he's talking too loud or doing something to disrupt other students. 

So the blond just decided it would be best he keeps his trip to the library to the bare minimum. However, today he was in dire need of some art books in order to get ideas for his next project. Usually he would already know what he wanted to paint, but it seemed this time he had a little artist block on his hands. 

After collecting a large stack of books, Sting went to the nearest table, not paying attention to anyone that may have been there already. Unceremoniously, he dropped the pile of books on the table, before plopping down in a chair with a sigh. It was as he was pulling out his sketchbook from his backpack that Sting realized he left an essential tool back in his dorm....his pencil.

Groaning, the artist looked around, before his blue eyes landed on a single student that was sitting at the same table as him. Sting leaned forward, waving his hand to get the other's attention. 

"Hey ! Hey you! Do you have an extra pencil?"

[painting-dragon]

Art Project || Sting & Lycoris

[vagrant-red-child]

▶ Nighttime.

It was approximately 23:34 pm. Central European Time.

Normally at this hour, approximately 85% of the students should be in their dorms by now. Out of that percentage, possibly only 55% of them would be sleeping.

Lycoris, however did not fall under that normalization. She was deviating with the 15% of the students who shouldn’t be out here in this hour. More than likely a violation of the rules.

It couldn’t be helped though. She couldn’t sleep comfortably… and she also had her drawing homework due in 8 hours and 22 minutes. The one that should have been done 3 days ago… but she couldn’t think of anything.

Drawing… was rather difficult to her. The topic of her current assignment was to draw an object to represent an abstract theme… an emotion.

The crimson-dressed girl was rather baffled when she couldn’t grasp the meaning of the assignment. How? How can just an object represent any abstract meaning?

There was only one definition to it and it could not represent anything else. 

And as Lycoris questioned that about her homework in the last few days, that said predicament led to the current situation she was in now: she was scurrying through the courtyard with bunches of tulips and daisies in her hands. She would draw these instead, meaning or no meaning, to complete her assignment.

She hurriedly took a turn around the corner. If she was careful enough, then she would have approximate 90% chance of avoiding encounter and trouble. Up ahead would be the school courtyard. Crossing it directly would save her 5 minutes and 30 more seconds.

However…

Lycoris stopped dead in her tracks to find another person squat near the center of the courtyard, 40 meters north away from the main school building, 55 meters east away from the dorms. The flashlight that person held in one hand lit up to reveal that it was a blonde male student, crouching over to do something.

Although she knew she shouldn’t have forsaken her calculations and ignore this person to return to the dorms, curiosity got the better of Lycoris. She stepped a bit closer to the other student, intent on finding out what he was doing.

"…What are you doing?"◀

[painting-dragon]

There was no way to be sure just how much time had passed when Sting started. Once the male gets into his art, there is no way to get him out until it's finished. That's just how serious he is about any art work he does, something that contrasts against his carefree attitude about everything else in his life.

Sting was attentively creating his art, bringing it to life under the light of the moon and the flashlight he had. 3D art takes time and the angles have to be just right in order for the 3D to actually show. So into his own world, the male didn't even sense that someone else was around.

It was just as he was measuring out some guidelines, that he heard that soft voice.

In his shock, Sting's hand veered off course, the once straight line becoming jagged. He cursed silently as he saw the ruined line, before he whipped his head around to snap at whoever interrupted him. However when he saw that it was just a little girl, his annoyance immediately dissipated and he opted to let out a disgruntled sigh.

"I'm drawing a picture." He stated as he reached for his bag, looking through it for the rag he brought. That jagged line would have to be erased and redrawn now. 

The blond began the task of carefully removing the line, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. No words were uttered in that time, but when he finished, Sting glanced back up at the mysterious girl, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you be in bed kid?" Heck, he wasn't even sure if she was suppose to be here at all. Maybe it was just the dark (which he highly doubted) but the girl looked like she belonged in a middle school. "If you stay out here you might get caught."

Wise words from the male who was breaking curfew and also defacing school property. Not like Sting actually cared as he simply reached for his chalk again and turned to work on his art some more. "You better run along, you'll only get in trouble if you stay here."

[painting-dragon]

Art Project || Open

"Hmmm."

The blond teen stood in the middle of the school courtyard, looking down at the nice and clean concrete. This might have seemed some what normal, except for the fact that it was late in the night and no one was around.

In his hand he held a flashlight, which was currently giving him the means to look around. In his other had, Sting held a back pack that was filled with art supplies, mostly side walk chalk, rulers, and anything else he thought he might need for his little project.

With another quick glance around, Sting got down and started to pour out his supplies, grabbing for the white chalk and his ruler. He placed the flashlight at an angle that could give him some light and started to sketch out the begging lines of his art.

Already he was highly excited about the 3D art he was about to create. He didn't know if this allowed, but he honestly didn't care. everyone was mostly likely back in their dorms at this hour, so he doubt anyone would see him. At least he hoped so.

[michigolove04]

[everythingan1me-blog]

[defenseoftheinnocence]

"I’m Apollo Justice!" Yelled the spiky teen. "Sorry if I was too loud."

[painting-dragon]

Sting merely laughed at the sudden outburst. "Hey no need to apologize!" After all, Sting was a loud fellow himself. "No shame in being loud. It just means you are proud and not afraid to show it!"

[snowflakesaria-deactivated20140]

Hearing him tell her his name, she turned her head to look at him. "Nice to meet you Sting-kun, I'm Aimi, Aimi Yamada." She said back. "So i'm guessing your an art student here. I haven't seen you around before are you new?" She asked.

[painting-dragon]

"Sup Aimi!" Was Sting's way of acknowledging the new information. He wasn't one to care about honorifics, nor was he worried about being overly familiar. "Yep I'm new...well I was here briefly before this school got pretty full, but I had some problems." His face fell for a moment, before he instantly perked back up and laughed. "But it's all good now. I'm back and ready to get my painting career going! What about you? Are you in music?" He asked, motioning to the guitar on her back.

[defenseoftheinnocence]

Apollo started walking with the other male. “Excuse me, I didn’t catch your name.”

[painting-dragon]

With a cocky smile, Sting pointed to himself. "Sting Eucliffe is my name. What's yours?"

[snowflakesaria-deactivated20140]

Nodding Aimi watched the blonde male thank her before seemingly head off. Strapping her guitar case to her shoulder she noticed him cone back and ask her to take him there. The red head smiled a little a nodded. “Sure, follow me.” She said walking toward the schools front gates.

[painting-dragon]

Immediately, Sting followed after the girl, picking up his step so he could walk next to her. Not even a beat of silence fell before Sing started to speak once again. "Hey I'm Sting Eucliffe by the way." He announced with a bright smile. "What's your name?"

[wowbanetasticbaby]

"Oh. Oh no you are very gullible. To the point that it’s adorable yet laughable.”

[painting-dragon]

"Tch. Just shut up already and stop laughing at me!"

[larenhaww]