The Artist is at it Again

[the_blue_rose]

Who: Garry and YOU!
What: Garry is making himself at home in a spare room doing all the arts.
Where: SOME SPARE ART ROOM.
When: October 14th, 2012. Morning through Evening.
Warnings: Uhhh...





Maybe you were walking around. Maybe you were actually looking for this guy.

Well, for whatever reason; you have passed a room that, until recently, was empty. But now, someone has vacated it. It is someone's art studio.

It's this guy's.

Curious? Just wanna bug Garry? Well, he's here.

Paintings are lined on the walls and on the canvases. There are large boards on the walls with various drawings and colored pieces of a fashion nature. The desk is covered with various paints and paper. And then there's Garry. Working to his content with a worn pair of slacks and a shirt; obviously worn for a messy situation like this. He might have a a few blotches of paint here and there. But hey, he's a hard working artist/art student/art teacher.

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Mid-Afternoon~

[maverickhunterx]

There was something about art that X found absolutely fascinating. Perhaps it was the abstract nature of it; even though concepts such as fractals or vector art could be considered mathematical in execution, the designs and concepts given were not even close, with the rest of the artistic spectrum even more so.

It was something beautiful, and yet while there were techniques, ideas, and obvious symbolism involved, it wasn't something that could be quantified in an equation, or through something so simple as a line of code.

Some pieces made him laugh.

Others made his core ache.

Others still made his 'tears' bunch behind his eyes, with a hollow feeling that he couldn't explain settling in.

So when he, clad in casual autumnwear, passed the room, and the sight of canvases poked in the corner of his eye, he knew that he had to investigate further, poking his head inside.

But...

...wait.

Was that...?

It was.

"Mr. Garry?"

X hung around the door and watched, blinking at him. He didn't dare step fully inside, in case he was either ignored or denied entrance to what looked to be his teacher's work-area.

Mid-Afternoon~

[the_blue_rose]

Garry was busy working on a piece, sure. On canvas, it looked like he was working on something abstract. But it was the beginning marks of it, he took a moment to stop and look at it.

Hrm...what kind of color should he do for...

Oh?

He heard a voice.

He turned to look at it, away from his thought process. Oh hey, it was-!

"X?"

[maverickhunterx]

"Hello, sir."

X gave him a smile and scratched his head, but he didn't move to the room one way or the other. Rather, he leaned in the doorway, huddling himself to one side in case someone else wished to come inside.

Just in case someone had business with him.

"Sorry to intrude. The paintings on the wall caught my eye, so..."

[roses_are_blue]

Garry put his hands up in protest, he never minded company at all. X seemed like he was treating the room like some barrier and he couldn't get inside. This will not do.

"You're most certainly NOT intruding. Come on in! Do you need something?"

Because well, he was his teacher.

late afternoon

[iaiai]

Yes, actually, Ai had been looking for Garry.

Having a friend leave without explanation was troubling to the young Pikmin, but she managed to pick herself back up again fairly quickly after Caim's departure. That wasn't to say she wasn't still upset about the situation. Rather, she was comforted by the kindness of all her friends who had flocked to her when she realized Caim had left.

So on a particularly lonely Sunday morning, following the news, Ai sought out the company of one of her friends. Garry immediately came to mind, considering how sweet he had been to her on the network. She was determined to strengthen their friendship!

Not long after looking for the art teacher, Ai came across his new art studio. Ai was curious by nature, and poking her head into open doorways was not uncommon for her. Stumbling upon Garry when that was exactly who she was looking for was a happy surprise, though!

"Garry the Human! Hello!"

[roses_are_blue]

Garry had been looking through his fashion sketches when Ai came around. He had a large sketchbook in his arms and was about to sit down and make another when Ai popped her little head in. Garry snapped out of his concentration, but it was good that he did. Garry was very fond of Ai, and would never turn down a visit. Garry felt like the place wasn't in such an art mess that Ai would be uncomfortable, at least he had hoped that was the case.

Garry had still been concerned for Ai since she posted on the network, so he was curious to see how she's been doing. She looked okay but you never know. Garry was here when she needed him, if she needed him.

He smiled brightly at her, "Ai, hi there! How are you, come on in! Sorry for the mess in here."

[iaiai]

Not uncomfortable in the slightest, Ai helped herself in and shuffled closer to Garry and his sketches. The young Pikmin peered over at the sketchbook in his arms, unsubtly inspecting the drawings. She felt a twinge of jealousy, but quickly abandoned the insecurity.

"It isn't that messy, you don't have to be sorry! Sometimes my desk is messier than this," she replied, nodding in reply.

"Is this your office? I like it in here very much!"

[the_blue_rose]

"I guess you could call it an office. It's more of a personal art studio."

He set his sketchbook down and used his forearm to wipe his head of the tinge of sweat from all his busy work he'd been doing as he was an art locomotive for a few hours. Thankfully, he held his hair away from his eyes with a clip; and he had no paint of his forearm.

"I have a lot of art projects myself, with all this space I can make as many paintings as I can and want."

early afternoon

[duodeca]

Noel was one of the former, that is, just walking around. She actually overslept some and upon that realization went on a mad dash from her bed to get herself ready to go to class. Not realizing that it was a Sunday until someone questioned her in the halls after she left her room in her uniform with a piece of toast hanging from her mouth and her shoes left untied.

She was about to go back to her room to change her clothes when she stumbled upon the art room. Wasn't this room empty just a few days ago? Maybe she missed something. In the room, she saw a familiar face in Garry. Curiosity prompted her to step into the room, hoping he would mind too terribly.

Noel's eyes grew wider when she gets a better look at all the supplies, paintings, and canvases within the room. Really, she was in total awe of the fantastic art. Everything was so well done, it must have taken so much time to do...

"Wow..." Noel couldn't help but show her surprise with just that statement.

Re: early afternoon

[the_blue_rose]

-Oh! Another visitor? Garry jumped a little as he was taken out of his focus. A...student? In her school clothes...does she know it was Sunday? Aha, he can kind of piece it together but he won't say anything unless Noel does.

Garry went into greeting mode and stopped was he was doing so he could greet his guest.

"Hello there, can I help you?"

AND THE SLOWEST TAGGER AWARD GOES TO BANI

[duodeca]

Maybe she should have gone back to change first. Noel just hopes he doesn't say anything about her wardrobe. She keeps her arms pressed against her sides when Garry greets her, looking a bit apprehensive at first, but still putting on a small smile.

"Oh, I was just curious about this room. I-I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

She bows her head slightly, then takes another look around.

"Did you paint all of these?"

WORST TAGGER GOES TO ME

[the_blue_rose]

He won't say a single word about it. YOU MUST HAVE REASONS. He won't judge.

"Oh no, not all, you're perfectly alright."

He let her walk around, and he will answer her question too.

"Yeah, I did. This is my work space so I'm sorry for the mess."

middle of the mornin'

[burningheart]

Exploring! Totally a great idea! It'd been a long time since Kieran had set foot in these halls, after all; he was quite sure plenty had changed. Change, after all, was the natural state of things, wasn't it? His bare feet (dirty and cold against the flooring) didn't make much noise, so he was sure he wouldn't make a bother of himself.

Because, you know, some overcurious stranger barging into rooms at random wasn't bothersome in the least.

Kieran hadn't really had anything in mind when he'd peeked his head into this room in particular, but it immediately caught his fascination. A realm of colour and curious forms -- who wouldn't be fascinated? Eagerly, he moved into the art room, brown eyes wide as he examined the art-covered wall.

[the_blue_rose]

Since it was the later hours of the morning, Garry hadn't killed his coffee yet. So he took a few moments to get a swig of his mug. He had his back turned but when he did turn around, he was greeted by another stranger. WHOOP. It made him jump, and a little coffee spilled out of his cup. He wasn't mad, just startled.

"Ah, hi there!"

You now have the seaweed head's full attention.

[burningheart]

Oh, whoops. He hadn't meant to use Camouflage sneak up on anyone. Kieran turned to the room's occupant, looking a little startled himself.

And then. He kinda just looked at Garry for a second. Kieran wasn't too good at guessing what spirit was supposed to be what -- as long as humanization was a thing, he found it easier to just assume anyone could be anything. It was hard not to find something familiar about the top of this guy's head, though: those darker strands kinda looked like the flowers that bloomed on top of the Deerlings' heads back home.

Except... you know. Dark, limp, and scraggly. Wilted. Oh, no... what sort of cruel fate had this poor, poor man suffered? He maybe looked a little old to be a Deerling (thought the guy who had been a Deerling just a year ago), but with a flower in a sad state like that, of course evolution wouldn't be possible. THIS POOR CREATURE.

The room, in addition to smelling like paint, suddenly had an undercurrent of something woody and earthy. Because, y'know, Aromatherapy can totally fix everything. "Oh!" Kieran blurted, vague hints of distress creeping into his expression. "I'm sorry! You don't have to be scared of me! I was just looking around."

[the_blue_rose]

"Ah no, nonononono! You didn't scare me, you're just really quiet there! I didn't notice you!"

...Also why are you not wearing shoes?

...And you're not quite on the mark. It's DEAD but not a PLANT. It is dead hair from...ugh. Beginner cosmetologists.. Garry just has misfortune...and weird hair strands. So you're right about the cruel fate thing.

Afternoooooon

[fatedred]

Ib had gotten lost that day, awhile or not, she still only remember one fraction of the school.

Curiously, she decided to take a peak in the room that was labeled "Art room". It wasn't a gallery, so she doesn't feel as frightened. Crimson eyes marveled around the various canvases and work that were placed around the room, until her eyes rested to that purple-haired man she met on her first day. Garry.

The other doesn't seem to be aware that she had sneaked in. For once, for the same reasons she feel comfortable with this man, the brunette spoke up first.

"Hello."

[roses_are_blue]

Garry was taking a moment's rest and staring at his new piece. Which upon inspection, wasn't close to being done yet.

"....Ugh..."

Garry hadn't had the slightest clue what to do with this one. Another artist block. He ran into more of those these last few days. And when he gets one, he gets frustrated. He had no idea what to do...

Then he heard a little voice. A tiny, familiar voice.

...

He looked at Ib's direction. Ib had came on in and spoke to him, this felt a little better than before but Garry didn't know.

"Ib?"

That was all that came out.

[fatedred]

The young brunette held up her hand and slowly waved to the man. Hi.

She looked around her surroundings again, did he painted them all? Ib remember that he said he taught art class, but was this all his work? They're very nice, she thought.

Some day some time

[rivalsweetscent]

Where ever this mystery room was, it was somewhere near where Bulba trekked. He had just been used to it being an empty spare room by this point, so any evidence of it being used for anything was a surprise. There was a quiet sound coming from within, and it smelled a lot different from usual. More like... the painting room...?

He poked his spotty green face through the doorway and peered around with gold eyes.

Oh.

It was a painting room. "Vyy...?"

Re: Some day some time

[the_blue_rose]

OH! Garry recognized that noise right away! Only one thing could make that sound!

He was actually cleaning his mess, as it was nearing the evening and maybe it was time to pack it up. Get cleaned in his dorm and type that art history paper. Jeez, it was getting dark outside already. He stopped for a moment when he heard the saur.

"Hello there Bulba!"

Oh Ivysaurs were so cute. But why was he a Pokemon today?

Re: Some day some time

[rivalsweetscent]

And there was a Garry! Bulba's ears perked and he nudged himself through the doorway some more. Once he was in the room he gave the older boy a smile before he started making curious glances around the room.

There was a spot of paint on the floor, and he tentatively nudged it with a cautiously extending vine to verify if it was still wet or not. The tip was now sufficiently more blue. Welp. The Ivysaur circled around the dot as he trotted over to Garry.

What are you up to was the question the inquisitive look on Bulba's face was asking as he tilt his head and peered up at him with big, curious eyes. "Saurr?"

A TIME OF CONVENIENCE...

[paletteknife]

Know what could be found in art studios? Art supplies. Mary's favourite red crayon had been worn down to nothing more then a nub and it was time to stock up again. She had absolutely no qualms about taking things that didn't belong to her. If it was in the school, it was for students, right? She was a student.

She wasn't expecting to find anyone else in the new studio. But she should have known. Garry. Garry. She'd been avoiding him ever since the bonfire, and since Ib's arrival at the school, her distaste grew.

Ib didn't remember her.

She didn't remember Garry either, but she could have been lying about that. How should Mary know? Even if she didn't, there was still a chance it would all happen again. That she'd choose Garry over her, again and again. Just like in the Gallery.

She stood in the doorway of the studio, gripping the door frame, her fingernails digging into the wood. Just. Staring.

OH SHIT

[the_blue_rose]

It was the end of the day for Garry, it was sort of clean and he was about to turn to leave. Mary being there had...been a surprise. He hadn't seen her since the bonfire, and though concerned, he never sought her out. He wanted to talk when SHE was ready. Was she ready now-

...Oh. That face...Those nails on the door. What...had...

"...Mary?"

Time... TO DIIIE.

[paletteknife]

In the way... In the way... Between her and and a new red crayon. Between her and a red rose.

Unfortunately, in her time in the real world, she hadn't yet shaken the habit of becoming violent when she was upset. At least she didn't have a knife this time. No, she just stomped right up to Garry and punched him. In the dick.