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Teritus "Wesley Drakon" Venizelos (tattooed_skin) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-04-12 05:47:00

Entry tags:

starbuck, wes

Week Seven: Friday
Who: Starbuck, and Wes
When: Late afternoon
Where: Wes' classroom

As if the day hadn't started off bad, it seemed to just turn into a complete shit slide, as it wore on. Too much booze, drugging, and sex the previous night, had left him exhausted, and rather off his game the entire fucking morning. In fact, his classes had one of the easiest assignments, that they had ever had, in one of his lessons. That was to draw whatever the fuck they wanted, while Wes enjoyed the peace, and quiet, and graded older projects, that he needed to tend to. Everyone seemed to catch on that he wasn't in a mood to be bothered, seeing that only a minimum amount of questions had been asked. There would be no more partying, on a school night, ever again. He could only imagine how the students were feeling today. Especially those who had morning classes. Haha, sucks to be them.

If that weren't enough, he came to find out, that Xael had a big mouth, and had told Kat that he had asked about her. Great... It wasn't that he expected to get away with it, but he was hoping that it would come, after he was able to talk to Starbuck. Now, he would have to be more careful with his questioning. If he gathered that Wes was fishing, and Kat found out, there was no telling how she might react. She could very well cancel that Monday meeting. The one that he was dreading, but needed to happen. It seemed, unless Starbuck told him something that completely blew his theory out of the water, that he was going to tell Kat, was he suspected... that he, was in fact, her dad.

Fuck, this was what he deserved. For all of his screwing around, and slutting it up over the years. It was amazing that this sort of thing hadn't happened before. He should have more than just three kids, if he lucky was really so shitty. Not that having children was a bad thing, but fathering a kid, that you didn't know about, had nothing to do with for years, was torture. It killed him to think what sorta life she had, and what it could have been like, if he had only know from the begining. Granted, his kids were far from spoiled, but they were loved, and taken care of. No kid deserved less than that.

Reaching up, he tugged down the brim of his trucker hat, further shielding his eyes, from the over head lights. He looked like shit, there was no denying that. Felt like it too. But, there were things, that needed to be done. Which was why, there were two canvases set up at the front of his class room. Paint, brushes, water, the works, everything they would need. He was willing to venture back into Starbucks comfort zone today, but not without some direction. Otherwise, it wouldn't be much of a lesson, now would it?

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starbucky
2008-04-14 03:14 am UTC (link)

Starbuck was oblivious to all that was going on with this baby daddy business. Kat hadn't mentioned anything to Starbuck, and there was really no need to. It was doubtful that Wes was the first dude to go snooping around in Kat's business, what with her being so secretive. Wes was gonna have to learn the same lesson Starbuck had... you only got to know Kat if she allowed it, and asking a lot of questions would only make her bolt. It was best to just let her come to you in her own time.

Following that philosophy was starting to pay off for Starbuck. He and Kat were closer than ever. This whole week had been a good one, and Starbuck was doing his very best not to jinx it. It seemed Kai's new fortune was the start of a new, better chapter in his life. Maybe money really did solve problems. Starbuck sure as hell felt great since his bank account had swelled!

He'd not done much abnormal spending, but he had bought some new art supplies, and he'd been painting a lot more as a result. Since his last lesson, Starbuck was trying to continue on with abstract work, breaking down and doing the sort of painting he felt more comfortable with only a few times. He really wanted to show Wes that he was making an effort.

When classes were done, he ran back to his dorm to change into some old clothes and then headed off to Wes' office. Starbuck felt a bit like a stealthy criminal as he slipped inside and shut the door behind him. He really didn't want people to know about these lessons. Kat was the only one he trusted with such information. Well, maybe 'trusted' wasn't the right way of saying it. Taylor and Kalli were definitely trustworthy friends, he just didn't care to publicize this side of himself.

"Hey," he muttered, walking in and looking around, seeing the supplies set up for their lesson. "What're we workin' on today?"

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tattooed_skin
2008-04-14 04:37 am UTC (link)

"Call it a compromise. Well, sort of. Ever heard of Gustav Klimt?" Wes felt it was a compromise. A mix of abstract, and surrealism. "Klimt was a Symbolist painter, from Austria. He was best known for depecting human figures, with a very abstract, orinate backdrop." Klimt had always been one of Wes' favorite painters, and at times pulled inspiration from the mans work. Now, he only wished, that he had been able to meet the man. That would have truly been something. Moving to his desk, he plucked a rather ragged, aged looking leather bound book from it's surface. Thumbing through the pages, he paused, before presenting it to Starbuck.

"That is the Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer. You see how the two are mixed, but still harmonious? That's today's challenge, or lesson, whatever." He waved his hand flippantly, before returning to his own canvas. "This sort of painting, relies heavily upon the sort of colors, and shapes you use. It's not just throwing random paint on there, like we've been doing before. This has more form to it." Some might see this as more of a challenge. Others might think it was an easier task. It all depended on the persons ideals, and where they rested on art.

Wes had never been the sort to work from still life, especially not a bowl of fruit. "As for the subject matter, that it completely up to you. You've got a good eye for remembering detail, so I doubt you would need a model." He smirked lightly, recalling how perfectly he had drawn the aquatic life, during his trip to the shop, on that first meeting. "So, you know how this works, sketch out first, if you need to. I've got paper, if you don't want to jump straight for the canvas." Some people liked to have a base idea outside of the canvas, himself being one. So, it wasn't surprising when he sat down on the edge of his desk, pulling a sketch pad into his lap, before he began to draw. "So, how's life?" He asked lightly... building up was always a good idea.