(2018-11-09) Creating
Summary: Besa and Bronwyn have a very interesting discussion on creation.
Date: 2018-11-09
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NPCs: Players go below, other chars that deserve mention can be listed here
Scene Runner: Who ran this scene, NA if no-one or mutual

Art Room Coral Springs

Sure this is called the art room, but it is actually more than that. Art isn't just painting and pottery. Because of this, the room is large, and is actually broken up into sections, with partitions or half-walls to give each area boundaries.

The largest section is where the cabinets, cubbies and various tables are. Also in this section is the teacher's desk and one of the sinks for cleaning up at.

The other sections are dedicated to certain styles of art. There is a section for doing pottery with a both a kick wheel and two electric pottery wheels, kiln and racks and cabinets for drying pottery and storing equipment.

Easels take up another area, and a few computers workstations in another.

Toward the back is another sink for cleaning up at. Next to that is another section with an upright piano and a cabinet that holds a /small/ selection of musical instruments and other things aspiring musicians would need.

It is a fall evening. The weather is freezing and stormy.

<FS3> Besa rolls Music: Success.

It's been a long Friday, students all antsy for the weekend. Besa has plans for tomorrow, but Friday night is free! He's been in the Arts room, having thrown mugs and vases. But now, after setting everyhting to the side to dry, he's washed his hands and is sitting in the music section with his hand drum. The rthythm isn't anything too complex, but then again he's not trying to impress anyone. Well, maybe Cocoa a little bit he's sitting with her ears perked watching him make very loud noises. Luckily the room is made for such noise, so no one should be disturbed by his playing, good or bad. He's dressed in designer jeans and a worn turquise sweater with the sleeves pulled up. It's too big for him, but it looks comfortable. The scars on his left forearm stand out on his dark skin.

"I know, I don't understand it either. But how many times can you argue with a brick wall?" Bronwyn is on the phone…again…as she pushes open the art room door. She uses ear mics these days, so her hands are free to carry in her art project. "They said too many people worked on it so it's not /my/ art. They have no idea." She spots Besa in the corner and offers him a shy smile. "Gotta go." Placing her diorama on a table, she flicks back her hair, leans nonchalantly on said table, and smile sweetly. "Hello, Besa. All alone?"

Besa stops as soon as he realizes someone else is in the room. He knows his drumming isn't on par with most of the musicians at the school. He smiles back, flexing his slightly swollen fingers, "Hello Bronwyn. Do you need the art room?" Dark eyes dark over to try to figure out what her art project is. "I am. Everyone seemed to have things to do. So I worked on the wheel," he motions towards the clay he threw today, "and then my fingers itched for the drum. I have found it is best to listen to them when they wish such. thing." His smile grows, maybe he realizes how silly he sounds, "And you? Are you alone tonight working on soemthing?"

"I'm always alone" Bronwyn sighs, pushing away from the table to sashay towards Besa; she thinks it's a sexy walk at least. "Long weekend, so most of the American students are heading off to see families. Mine are too far away for that. So I will sit in the school and work on my songs. You should drum on the one about you." She peers over at the clay work. "Nice. You have clever fingers, you should definitely listen to them." A wave of her hand at the diorama. "Stupid diorama thing. I was not allowed to use my songs as art projects, so I had to do that silly thing."

Besa's brow furrows softly, not liking that she's 'alone' at all. "Who is it that you are always on the phone with? Are they your friend?" He nods, laying his hands on the head of his drum, "I understand not having a family. I did not have one for a very long time until the Masters took me in." His smile returns with a gently head tilt, 'I am not good enough to accompany you, but thank you." There's a chuckle, he does have clever fingers! "A…diarama for art?" Huh. "Do you require help with it?" He does have clever fingers.

"I'm usually talking to one of my parents" Bronwyn explains with a shrug. "They are both busy this weekend…and a long way away. "Didn't these Masters want to kill you? Not a very nice family. And you can tap away on a finger drum on my songs. If it's bad…which it won't be…we'll bury it in the mix." A shake of her head about the diorama. "Nah, it's done as much as it's going to get done. A 3-D sculpture of life in action."

Oh, that's not what Besa expected her to say. His eyebrows shoot up, "Kill? Oh, no no. The Masters have always been very kind to me!" He wets his lips, thinking, "Perhaps you are thinking of my priests?" He nods, "I will have to be careful to not ouch anything, but I will play on your album if you wish me to." He doesn't wan to short out any equipment! Leaning forward in his seat he tries to get a better look at the 'art work'. "Are you just dropping it off then?"

"Oh…Masters…Priests…sorry, I get things mixed up." If it's not about Bronwyn, she is likely to let it drift in her mind and get confused with all the other things people who aren't Bronwyn may have told her. "Oh, yeah, you have the whole destroy electronics thing going on. That could be a pain. Hmm…so you never recorded your own voice or anything?" Her brows furrow. "Why are you so interested in the diorama? Yeah, just dropping it off. Come and have a look at it then." She makes her way back over to what proves to be a 3-D evolution of the universe - with lots of lyricism and psychedelic colors. Some may call it a mess, others may call it art.

Thank goodness neither twin heard that! Besa chuckles, "They are very different. The Masters have never sacrificed me." He nods, "I do. It is…annoying." That perfect hair sways as he shakes his head, he's never recorded anything, although, "I have had my picture taken!" That counts for something, right? "I…I was just interested in seeing what you have created, is all…" He moves the drum to the ground and gets up and follows her. "It is very colorful." And then he smiles warmly, "Creation usually is."

"If you can have your picture taken…oh…what on? A phone? That's the same a recording. A camera with film? That's more a chemical reaction with no electronics" Bronwyn muses as he looks over her diorama. "Yeah…I like colors" is her artistic assessment. "Do you do much creating, Besa? You won't be able to with Dylan…just saying. You could with me." Good grief, is she onto children already? "It's cool, you two are good for each other. Probably. So you'll be around for the weekend too?"

Besa nods, "As long as I do not touch the device it seems to be alright." He looks up from the art, 'I do. I like to draw and play music and throw clay. I-" He stops, obviously confused at the Dylan comment, "Tom is very creative, just in different way. And we can create together. We are going to make music, yes?" Yes, he really is that oblivious. Blame the language barrier…or maybe it's the century barrier. "I am to get tacos with Tom tomorrow, but I have no other plans after that. I should be around, yes."

"Creating art is a wonderful thing" Bronwyn concurs, how could she not? "Creating life…that's even more special. Don't you think?" An innocent flutter of her eyelashes before she gives Besa a hug. "I have to go and make sure my roomie hasn't opened a portal into Hell in our room. Magic. Am I right?" She even gives him a light kiss on the forehead before stepping back. "You stay gorgeous, Besa, and give Dylan my love." For some reason, she refuses to call him Tom. A fingerwave as she heads out.

Creating…life?The ancient teen looks baffled, how did she jump to that conclusion, "I…I suppose it is." His fingers are still slightly swollen as he pats her back. He would argue about her roommate, but she's headed out, "Be safe, my friend." Gorgeous? He blushes at the kiss, hard to say why though before sighing. He's unsure if this is normal or weird.

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