This is still considered art.

Alicia frowned as she sat tall in her seat, slightly leaned over and concentrating on a piece of blank paper. Her hands and shirt were covered in colorful streaks and smears from the oil pastels spread out in front of her and surrounded by colorful works of art. They were all quite juvinile in style and she wasn't exactly sure what any of them had meant, was it her artistic vision or her power trying to tell her something? She drew a boy with brown hair falling from the sky. A girl touching an angel. A flower blooming out of the ashes. These were the ones that stood out to her the most. She honestly wasn't thinking much of it.
Jason stood out by the window, leaning against a counter and messing around with some clay in his hands. He didn't expect too many people to be here, but he didn't mind. Art such as this wasn't exactly his forte, but it was a good way to keep himself distracted and pass the time. The young man paused for a moment to hold up his creation in the light. It was supposed to be a bird, but looked more like a malformed peep to him. He frowned. Close enough.
Brailynn was chilling in the corner of the room, sitting on the ground with her hair tied back - as well as it could be, anyways; carefully pouring paint into balloons. For what purpose, she was determined to keep quiet about. I'm not even sure, but people jumping in can pretend they were here the whole time or walk in. But if people walk in, Jace will be the first to notice and shoot you a smile~ ;D

Lotte sat in a desk adjacent to a window, peering out at the courtyard and sighing at her drawing. The imitation on the paper didn't quite look up to par when compared to the real deal. Holding the device that was around her neck in her hands, she quickly snapped a picture of the scenery instead. Smiling with her success, she put down the pencil, glancing at Ethel. The ghost was asleep in a chair next to her, making the only possibility for escape hardcore ninja-ing. Greeeat. She didn't want to wake up her ghost friend, who was recovering from training, so she just sat there, staring at her incomplete drawing.
Alice didn't know what she was going to draw. At first she was going to draw her brother, who sternly told her to not do such a thing. Therefore, she thought over what to do for a little bit before beginning to doodle stick figures having an epic war. This occupied her for a good amount of time.
Art? More like nap time. With Alice preoccupied and a night with no sleep, Garrett found this a perfect time to doze off. The boy had his head down on a desk in the back corner of the room, snoozing away.
Colette smiled warmly at the picture that she was portraying on her easel. With each brushstroke the painting seemed to come alive, and she was proud of herself. The painting portrayed a woman, who seemed to be in her 40s, with blonde hair and a warm smile. The details were kind of off, but it looked pretty nice for a first time painter's handiwork.

If only Lindsey could draw... That would make things so much easier. No, she was the girl sitting in the middle of the room with a sketch book in her lap and crumpled up pieces of paper lying all over the floor. She had tried several times to draw something, each attempt simpler than the last, but still nothing looked right. It all looked way too not proportionate and weird. But she kept trying until finally she just gave up. By the time that she was done, she had used the eraser on her brand new pencil until it was nearly flat and the point extremely dull. The poor sketch book she had was missing quite a few pages as well, making it hard to concentrate on what she wanted to do with all of the paper building up around her.

Well, Richard couldn't exactly draw. That wasn't really his forte. He couldn't really do anything that involved talent, actually. The most he could do was walk through walls. Woohoo. Like that was going to help him in here. So instead of actually trying to draw or sculpt or something of the sort, he leaned back against the wall in a chair with a notepad in his lap and tried to snooze while also trying to think of something to do to pass the time...

Penny tried, but got really bored. And since her lovely owner behind the 4th wall is suddenly rushed, she plopped down in the nearest chair and looked around the room. "Well, aren't we just a bunch of fun little bees?"

Alicia's eyes shot up to meet Penny's. Strange, she'd never seen that girl around here before, nor did she ever see her coming like she usually did with the new students. "You don't enjoy drawing or painting...? Or anything artistic at all?" She frowned, turning back to stare down at her childish pieces of art. She definitely was no Picasso, but her art at least kept her amused.

Jason still kept to work on his little bird, poking out a pair of eyes with the tip of a pencil and ruffling up the feathers with his finger tips. It still looked rather malformed, but hell, he was proud of himself. It turned out way better than he thought he could do. Feeling satisfied, he set it on the window sill to dry, on several paper towels with his other little artifacts; A fish, a few stars and hearts, a basketball, and a little miniture pot. He stared all of them down before picking them up to see if they were dry, pausing on one of his little heart shapes - the best out of the bunch in his opinion. His fingers ran over the smooth clay surface a few times before an idea came to mind, glancing down the room at the girl a few feet away, staring outside the window and snapping pictures with his camera.
He was rather wary, considering the incidents they had been in together recently and the last girl he made a move on sort of screamed and kicked him in the legs and broke his heart a bit... And turned into a lesbian last time he heard. Damn.
Lotte wouldn't do that, right? Probably just call him an idiot or something. Then it'd be laughed off and forgotten about... Maybe. Eh. yolo. He wasn't entirely sure where this bright idea came from anyways, but he still went for it, getting onto his feet and walking to her side. "Hey, Lotte?" Jace called for her attention, a smile on his face as he held out his little clay creation on his palm, giving her a hopeful look. "Peace offering?"

Tying the last balloon and placing it in another bucket, Brailynn glanced around at her handiwork. there had to be at least a hundred water-balloons filled with paint at her disposal. A mischievous gleam in her eyes appeared as she looked up again at the large blank canvas. Now all the needed was a volunteer. The young woman looked around the room before finally spotting a familiar face. "Richard!" she shouted loud enough for him to hear before getting up on her feet, just now noticing how she was stained with multiple shades of color, from her clothes to her cheeks. It bothered her a bit, but she could deal with it for now. Lynn walked over to her roommate, shaking him by the shoulder back to the waking world. "I want to try something. You're gonna help me, yeah?" She said with a grin, her enthusiasm not leaving him much of a choice.