fandomhighdorms | The Roof, Sunday Afternoon

Katchoo lugged the easel, the paints and palette, and a couple of the blank canvases she'd bought earlier in the week up to the roof, setting herself up in the corner with the garden of spiky plants. It had been a long time since she'd had a chance to do any artwork, and painting was still something fairly new to her; now that she actually had her life to herself again (for however long that lasted) she welcomed the chance to try her hand at.

Acrylics. She'd never painted with acrylics before, either, and though she'd never admit it out loud as she squeezed generous daubs of various colors onto the palette, she had no idea what it was going to be like. Some classically-trained artist somewhere would probably have a fit if they saw her guessing her way through this, she thought, lighting up a cigarette.

Absently, she dipped her brush into a color at random and began to let it trail over the canvas. This was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, but it was soothing.

[OOC: Open like a roof is. Mind the temperamental artist, but she's a bit mellower today.]

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The first canvas was covered with paint by now, just random streaks and splotches by the time she'd called it done. Now that she'd gotten a bit of a feel for the acrylics Katchoo had set it aside, replacing it on the easel with the fresh, larger one. That, of course, meant time for a break of another sort, so she paused, fished a cigarette and battered Bic from the inside pocket of her leather jacket, and sparked a flame; as she did, she caught sight of Cal and gave him the brief sort of nod she gave everyone these days.

There ought to be some kind of law of physics about smokers gravitating toward each other, or something.

Cal jerked his chin up in greeting at the nod, his eyes roving a moment over the girl before they drifted back to the painting.

"Nice work," he commented, even if he wasn't entirely sure what he really thought of it from here and with only just the brief, curious glances.

Katchoo quirked an eyebrow as she exhaled a long stream of smoke. "Into abstracts?"

Cal shrugged a little. "Don't really know until you look at them a bit," he answered, lowered his hand a moment, down to his side as he tapped ash to his feet. "Isn't that how abstract's supposed to work?"

"Never really gave a crap about how it was supposed to work," Katchoo said dismissively. "Whatever stuffy art critics have to say doesn't matter to me."

Interesting response; Cal wondered exactly how true it was, sucking at the end of his cigarette. He didn't respond until after he'd lifted his chin, slowly letting out a cloud of smoke into the air.

"So, do you think it's any good?"

Since, clearly, her opinion was the only one that mattered.

"I think it looks like acrylic vomit," Katchoo said bluntly.

And yes, if you asked her, her opinion was the only one that mattered.

It certainly was a very...appropriate assessment. It still didn't answer his question, though, because, while they were in the same mindset that it did, indeed, resemble a regurgitation of the medium, there was no indication of whether or not she thought this was a good thing.

Since he didn't particularly care that much, he tried a different angle, "Was that what you were going for?"

"Nah." Katchoo turned to glance at the canvas, propped up against the wall by the easel. "'f I'd really done it right, lookin' at it would make people want to hurl."

That managed to wring a small snort out of Cal.

"Better luck next time, I guess. But I'll let you know if the urge to blow chunks starts rising by the time I finish this cigarette."

The corner of her mouth twitched, just for a second, as she absentmindedly stroked a few more lines on the canvas into what was beginning to look like a rough human form. "Just keep it away from my shoes, 'kay?"

"I'll do my best," Cal agreed, shaking his head with a small, wry grin.

The Roof, Sunday Afternoon

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