Of Paint and Of Pastels ~*Open as heck*~

(Le current outfit)

So this was the studio? It was amazing! Hope couldn't find anything negative to say about it!
She noticed that nobody was here, so she decided that she'd do what she used to do back at home. Abstract art, with style. It seemed a little odd to anybody else who painted with pastels and with paint brushes normally, by simply moving the item on the canvas, and sure that was a way that Hope loved to create art, but this new way of hers was just plain fun. More fun that standing up and slowly making sure that not a single line of paint went where it wasn't supposed to.
In abstract art, there we no borders.

She pulled out a long strip of paper, as long as she could find, and quickly grabbed a few thumbtacks. She stuck the paper to the wall. Now what she had to find was the paint. Of course the studio had to have paint, it wouldn't be a studio without one! She headed over to a table that had a few bottles of paint sorted neatly on top of it. This would do nicely. Plus, it was acrylic (REFERENCE) paint, which was even better. Back before she had arrived at Beata, she had made sure to pack a few packs of empty water balloons, not for a water balloon fight, but that would be great fun. She took the first bottle of paint she saw, sea green, and squirted as much as she could into one of the empty water balloons. When it was filled, she tied it up tightly, like anyone would tie a normal balloon.

This was the fun part...
She stepped in front of the canvas, far away enough to make it sort of an aiming game, and close enough to not make her miss every time. She had also brought a pair of headphones with her, pink and white cat ones that she thought were really cute. They were wireless, and her MP3 player, which was in the bottom of her bag, already had Hope's usual playlist on loop. She smiled, and switched the paint balloon from her left hand to her right hand. What she did next was unusual. She moved her arm back, silently, and then flung it forwards. The paint ball flew through the air, then landed against the paper that she had hung up with a loud splat!

She filled a few other balloons quickly with various colors, and flung those as well at the paper. Some paint had gotten onto her dress, but she didn't care. Paint always got onto her outfit when she did this. She had left the door to the studio open, and her laughs were audible from outside of the door. She realized that she also had a paint smudge on her cheek.
I can always wash it off. She thought, shrugging and laughing.

What she didn't realize was that another student was going to find her in the middle of her odd paint balloon art, and hopefully she wouldn't get any salt or insults.

Stella had a paper map of Beata, but she was definitely excited to explore the school for real.  Soon after her arrival, she looked through the map and made a mental list of what places she wanted to see for herself.  The art studio made it to the top of the list.  A few of Stella's art pencils had been broken in her bag and she knew there had to be replacements she could use in the studio.  She just had to find it.

After twenty minutes of wandering and asking a student where she was, Stella finally found the art studio.  The door was wide open and a joyous laughter floated out of the opening and filled the hallway.  The dark-haired student smiled and walked up to the door, peering inside for the source of the noise.

Leaning against the door frame, her green eyes scanned the girl in front of her as a smirk formed on her face. The student in the studio was tiny, blonde, and having a lot of fun. The girl was wearing all white and stained with paint, which was no surprise considering the fact that she was throwing what seemed to be balloons filled with paint in a myriad of colors.

Stella wondered how long she could stand there before the other student noticed her. Probably a while, considering the girl had headphones on.

More paint balloons flew from her palms as Hope filled and tossed more and more. She felt like she was in her own little world. Nobody could harm her, nobody could come near her, nobody could disturb her. Until someone came. When Hope was going to fill one of the balloons with gold colored paint, but she couldn't find it on the table.
Hm, I could've sworn it was on the table! She thought.
The Autumn student turned, searching for the paint, but stopped when she saw a girl standing at the door. She had thought nobody was going to be here...or had Hope left the door open...
It was fine, Hope enjoyed meeting students anyway! The blonde lowered her headphones, placing them around her neck as she headed over to Stella.

"Hi, there!" Hope said, happily.
She had never seen this girl before. Then again, she hadn't seen a lot of people. In fact, Hope had only met two of her roommates!
"I'm Hope, from the Autumn house!"

Stella watched the blonde student pause, turn around, and register Stella's presence. Her green eyes examined the girl's face as she spoke. The student, Hope, as she had introduced herself, seemed very excited to see Stella.

"I'm Stella, currently waiting on the results of my house test," She introduced herself, shifting so that she was no longer leaning on the door.

"What on earth are you doing with those balloons? Stella can't help but ask Hope.

Stella definitely hadn't been expecting to find a student in the art studio throwing balloons full of what seemed to be paint, but she was kind of glad she did. Being new, she hadn't met many people at Beata yet and she was pretty excited to meet someone as nice as Hope seemed.