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@whalekeeper OF COURSE I AM XD although if I am it must be a Godly hour, hm? š XD
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#ProtectSeb@whalekeeper Iām not sure what to RPā¦
I just wanna totally ignore the teachers/classes and do my own thingā¦
AKA I jus treally wanna RP as Paxton but I have nothing to RP cuz weāre waiting in a classroom ROFL
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#ProtectSebXD Indeed (sorry I’m late in replying, snuggling a sick sister)
I mean maybe Pax and Marc just jam with paint while the teacher’s gone or something
After all almost no one else is there
āEverything is a mountainā
@whalekeeper aww poor sissyā¦
Hm true. Not sure what Pax would draw.
WAIT! I got itā¦wonder what Marcel and Evelyn are gonna think XD
Paxton
Paxton shifted on his stool, one hand still lingering on the pack that now sat next to his feet. He stared at the already laid out paints, eyes gazing at the variety of colors.
There were so many choicesā¦
And they even gave a few paintbrushes too!
All Paxton had were a few old watercolors heād been able to salvage after his mother had thrown his others in the fireplace, and a single, rough paintbrush.
But these brushesā¦
They looked brand newā¦
Andā¦so softā¦
Paxton let out a small breath, shoulders drooping as he reached out, grabbing the nearest one.
He so badly wanted to feel its soft texture glide across his skinā¦ He ran a finger over it, smiling; perfectly content as the silkiness enraptured his mind.
He glanced at the paints again. All of the pretty colorsā¦like a rainbow!
Heā¦he was able to use themā¦wasnāt he? Thatās why they were thereā¦right?
He looked around at the two others in the room, wondering if they were inspecting their supplies as well. Maybe if he watched them, they could give him an answer.
The last thing he neededā¦wantedā¦was to get into troubleā¦
He couldnāt have it being reported back to his brothers.
To his mother.
The thought made his stomach churn. He rubbed the end of the paintbrush between his fingers, using the texture to calm him. He breathed.
Maybe he could just use some of his own paintsā¦
Maybe that would workā¦
Butā¦would they be angry at him if he used their paintbrush?
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#ProtectSebMm btw @whalekeeper itās up to u, but if u want, after Art I kinda wanna run into Seb again XD. I just love him. He cracks me up.
also I understand the not liking ppl touching u (from a character perspective. I donāt have it personally XD. Iām a physical person)
Pax has to initiate touch usually, so heād understand.
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#ProtectSebAnd Iām legit feeling Paxtonās overthink rnā¦that would be meā¦. š¤¦š»āāļø
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#ProtectSebI figured Evelyn would sketch Paxton while he done his thing XD
EvelynĀ
I watched as one of the boys seemed to look closely at his supplies. He was a perfect model for a sketch, but then I looked around to see colored pencils. Yes, those were perfect, I never got to use colors before. I began to sketch the boy as he moved and felt the paintbrushes, but in my drawing, I had the paintbrushes having paint on the end of them and the boy was painting himself.
I finally finished my drawing and then turned to look at the boy. should I show my drawing or not? I decided yes and held the picture up to the boy.
Although I was starting to wonder when I would meet a girl, so far this had felt like an all-boys school.
“I was bored… and I drew you,”Ā I sound like a weirdo,Ā
Do me a favorā¦. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneXD Sure. Seb probably won’t be as grumpy as before… It kinda depends, but he will have unexpected tantrums, especially if he gets touched unwillingly. I’m letting him lay low in this RP, but I’ll write him once in a while.
Also, I’ll let you reply to @smiley ‘s charrie before I reply
āEverything is a mountainā
@smiley aww š„° Pax will be a bit shy at first but heāll like the painting! @whalekeeper
Paxton
Paxtonās thoughts were interrupted by a female voice. He jumped slightly, hiding a bit behind his easel.
The girl across from him, a few years older, gave him a small smile. She turned her canvas around, showing a very well-done drawing ofā¦
Was that him?
In what looked to be colored pencil.
Paxton blinked, staring at the drawing for a moment.
āI was boredā¦and I drew you.ā The girl said. āAhā¦that sounds a bit creepy,ā she chuckled.
Paxton peeked out from his easel only slightly, still staring at the picture. The boy in it, while resembling him, lookedā¦so much different.
That couldnāt be himā¦
Heād never lookĀ thatĀ confidentā¦
Butā¦it was a nice gesture.
He smiled politely, nodding his thanks. He stared back at the paintbrush in his hands as the room lapsed into silence once again.
The girl cleared her throat, turning her canvas back around and placing it on her easel, looking a bit embarrassed.
Marcel spoke up, āDonāt take it personally. He doesnāt really talk.ā
āOh,ā The girl said, eyes brightening a bit now that she knew the little boy wasnāt just putting her off. She smiled again, facing Paxton, crossing her ankles. āI understand. A bit shy, huh? Thatās alright. Iām Evelyn.ā
Paxton waved.
āHave you painted anything yet?ā She pointed to brush in his hand. āI donāt think theyād mind.ā
Paxton looked at it for a moment, biting his lower lip. He glanced at the paints, and then, reached for a tube of light purple. He put a small drop of it in a nearby plate, and then dipped the tip of the brush.
He could feel the eyes of the girl watching him, and was pretty sure Marcel had glanced his way too, but he tried to shake them off.
He held the paintbrush for a moment, staring at it and the glob of fresh paint on its end.
And then, he rolled up his left sleeve.
The bruises were mostly just faint blues now It had been a whileā¦since heād painted over them, his last patches of artwork practically faded into oblivionā¦
Paxton places paintbrush to skin, and then slowly swiped, a small, almost non-existent smile on his lips.
In a momentās notice, the room seemed to disappear, along with Evelyn and Marcel.
It was just him now.
Him, Hope in the backpack at his feet, and the paints.
He put some different colors on the palette, cleaning the brush, taking in the texture and chill of the paint on his skin with every stroke.
Once he was finished, he stared, studying the mix of shapes and colors that now lay on his arm.
He smiled, feeling more at peace then he had in a while.
Heād missed thisā¦
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#ProtectSebI love my baby š
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The little kid – who Marcel had realized was only slightly younger than him – had been messing around with the paintbrush tip. But now he was really diving into it.
Streaking, sweeping, dribbling the paint down the canvas and dabbing it in with delicate, yet meaningful care.
Well, every artist had a ritual of some sort.
Looking around the room, Marcel spied a pile of large paper sheets, and stuck one to his easel.
Then he pulled two things out of his backpack.
One was a new hoodie – his art hoodie, to be specific. It was pale orange, striped with lightning bolts, and speckles of blue and pink. On the front, balloon-like letters spelled out the declaration,Ā Pow!
He didn’t want to get the brown hoodie stained with paint. It was his oldest and favorite.
He also pulled out his pair of secret agent sunglasses.
Then, putting both things on, he grabbed his markers, and set to work.
You couldn’t work without looking awesome.
Cal’s mom used to tell him,Ā what you wear might change your mood. Even if it’s just a smile.
Marcel wasn’t interesting in the smiling part, but if that maxim meant going out of his way to look super, then he was all in.
The girl was back to her sketching, a little shy, but obviously satisfied.
Pax, at Marcel’s side, lowered his paintbrush, sighing.
Marcel pointed at Pax’s now colorful canvas. “You’re going to celebrate now, aren’t you?”
Pax inspected the brush again.
The older boy grunted. He grabbed his bag of taffy, and dropped it between the two. “Candy will man you up a little…”
āEverything is a mountainā
Awwww Paxton XD
You can do the next one (:
Do me a favorā¦. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne@whalekeeper just wanted to let u knowā¦Paxton didnāt actually paint the canvas lol! Sorry if I wasnāt clear!!
Paxton painted on himself (on his left arm to be precise)
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#ProtectSebSeeā¦Paxton is on the spectrum, and one of his coping mechanisms is art. However this also includes paintingĀ on himself.Ā Some of this is because he didnāt have anything to paint on.
Hed scribble on walls, curtains whatever he could get his hands on. And the kid is all about texture, so the feel of the brush and paint soothes him. Itās like painting away the scars/bruises.
(This is something in the actual series) eventually, with Araās help he grows out of this because he doesnāt need this coping mechanism anymore, but as a little boy he had to have things to help keep him centered.
And this is definitely better than someĀ coping mechanismsā¦. š
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