Blue, red, yellow, chartruse, violet, green, teal, ect.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Class had ended roughly twenty minutes ago but she didn't have anywhere to rush off to, so she just kept working. Even if she did technically have somewhere to run off to she didn't really care. She was in the zone and wasn't about to get up any time soon. Most of the other classmates had left immediately after the class ended other drifted out slowly after. The blue haired, young woman felt like she was there alone, but when she moved to get a specific color of paint she saw another female. It wasn't the teacher since she was pretty sure the teacher was a male. Or was it a female? She couldn't remember since it wasn't important to her.

In silence she moved to the table holding all of the various paints grabbing what she wanted to mix with her current blue. A lot of her paintings tended to contain either a lot of blue or a lot of red depending on her mood. Not that she had that many moods or that noticeable of ones. Most figured she had one mood and that was pissed off crazy lady. Today it was a blue day, or at least right this moment it felt blue.

Don't confuse her with other people when it comes to the color blue. It doesn't mean she's sad, depressed, lonely, or some other sentimental crap. It was more peaceful, serene, and not ready to slice something's throat.

Back at her canvas she started mixing the blue in to get the desired shade before applying it to the work. It was a giant tree the limbs ending with hands faces appearing within the leaves the roots were legs and feet. Veins of red woven throughout the numerous hues of blue and green. Her brush moved deftly over an area adding detail to a face twisted in agony.

[Roxana Strix]

The class had ended and the college students; with a few high school kids, all started to leave the classroom. However; Roxana stayed behind with the hope to get some time to herself surrounded by a passion that she could only indulge in during class and what little free time she had. Ever since her return, she had to deal with her brother Vlad lurking around, knowing that he was up to something with the school council. Of course that was information that she was keeping to herself and would remain keeping to herself.

Instead of working on any crystal art, she had a painting to do. It was a class assignment of sorts but with a lot of free option on how the students wanted to take the project. Roxana for once was having a hard time finding her creative inspiration. Most of her sketches and drawing centered on the same thing; the same people of late. She was sick of it on some level, but at the same time it was where her mind was. So there she was, just sitting in front of a canvas with a single line of red across it.

The sound of movement had her aware of her surrounding again, glancing, and quickly spotting the girl that had decided to remain in the room. Lavinia Ann Flamick. 23. Reptile Mimicry...of something. Roxana's mind automatically rattled off the information she had on the other girl just from having memorized her face. Lavinia was really good at art, Roxana had seen some of her work but the two of them had never really talked before. Then again, Roxana didn't talk to that many people.

Rox remained in her seat for a moment before she rose and went over closer to the girl, looking at her canvas, and taking it all in as she tried to analyze it. "Do you have a name for this work, yet?" Roxana spoke up, hoping she didn't started to the girl with how silently she moved over there. She naturally moved through a room as if she was not even there, part of her training.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Scent hit her nose making her whole body tense slightly before she even noticed the girl was moving. Dull eyes flick up at the white haired female then back to the canvas. She didn't like that she hadn't noticed movement; hadn't heard the other approach. It made her tense and she didn't like being tense. And if she didn't like something she had to try really hard not to hiss. Her counselor said it was something 'stable' people didn't do.

"Beautiful Agony." It was the first thing that popped into her mind as she stared at her own work. So for now at least that would be what she'd call it. Her voice was tight her grip firm on the brush as she calmed herself from not being more observant. It wasn't like her but then again she had to accept that people were different in this school, and not all noisy baffoons.

Lavinia lowered her brush not wanting to fudge it when so tense. Closing her eyes she saw red. Great washes of it filling her mind like a dam breaking. Once the torrents eased the red darkened stilling into ruby pools. A deep breath through her nose she scented the other mostly smelling the acrid aroma of the paint. Eyes opening she slowly turned a none too pleasant gaze up at the other artist. "What's yours called?" Her shrink would be so very proud.

[Roxana Strix]

It was easy enough for Roxana to spot that the girl was tense; her whole life often depended on being able to read someone’s body language so she could react before they did anything. Out of habit, she already formed a small crystal dagger within a closed fist. The closed fist mainly to keep herself in line from using it right away and to also hide the weapon. The other girl had stayed her likely to be left along and from the way Rox recalled how she acted in class, it was not surprised that Lavinia would want to keep to herself.

"Interesting name, it most certainly fits." Roxana respond back after the girl gave her the name of the work. Roxana looked at it in detail, able to spot out recent strokes and in general what had the most amount of time put into it so far. It was most certainty a dark piece but Roxana had a feeling that was just the kind of person Lavinia was and there was nothing wrong with that. "Is there were your current muse is or do you find you prefer this kind of art style?" Roxana could not help but asked. When it came to art, she had a genuine curiously for why people made what they did and the story behind it.

The earlier question was turned on her, which had Roxana looking over her shoulder and at her painting with a single red line across the canvas. "At the moment its 'Lack Of Muse', but at this rate it's likely going to be called All I Understand'." Roxana replied. The only other thing she could think of besides Ellen and Elsa was her work. Her work that involved blood, death, lies, tricky, and secretes. She could work something out with all of that, keeping its real meaning from those who did not know her and get out what floated around in her mind.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

It did fit which was probably why it had been the first thing to pop into her head. She never spent much time thinking about the names for her pieces. If a name didn't just pop into her head she picked a number and a color and mushed them together. People wondered if there was a sequence or some meaning to the numbers with the color. But there wasn't. It meant she probably hated the piece and felt not real connection to it. This one she saw meant something. Odd.

"I paint a lot trees. A lot of bodies." Lifting the brush again she added a small detail to one of the faces. "For money I draw cutesy things, but for me..For me, I paint bodies." She liked painting bodies not much for living happy people or even sad people. Angry, pain filled, or raving lunatic type people sure, but not 'Oh feel sorry for me' type of people. Plus being premed gave her a different insight to bodies than a lot of her fellow artists. Sure they studied the anatomy to draw accurately, but to cut into a body; to see it bleed that changed her art.

Lavinia blinked stopping her training of thought on her own art and turned her attention to the others art. "Red is strong. Powerful." Eyes fixated on the line then up at the blond. "So you understand strength and power." At least that's what it clicked in her mind.

"Red is life. Blood. Passion. Anger" Most of these were the typical associations with red, so it probably knew all of them already. She took a finger and smeared it through her own red paints. Rubbing the paint between her fingers covering her hand in red soothed the rest of the tension away. "But what does the red mean to you? Why did you pick red?"

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana listed as the girl explained that she pained a lot of trees and bodies, yes Roxana knew that from seeing the girls past work. That didn't fully explain why she did it and Rox could not help but to be intrigued on some level. While it probably had a hint into the way the girl behaved, there could have also been deeper behind it. Was it something dark related to a person and an incident with a tree or was it how she felt she was or others were in the world full of people? Roxana didn't know and while she was here to just talk about art she could not help the part of her that wanted to learn more about the other girl.

"Any reason in particular you like to pain bodies?" Roxana asked as she looked closely at the painting. "You certainly know how to make the pain on their face come across on each individual face and the overall painting." Roxana complemented but more so it was just an observation in her opinion. Roxana didn't think the other girl was crazy, but she did figure there was something dark there or at the very least that the girl was just really into dark things for some reason. Roxana aimed to find that reason, but was getting distracted with looking at the piece itself.

Rox nodded her head in agreement with the girl's words about what red stood for and she honestly did agree for the most part. There was also more that Roxana felt when she would use the color red and the other girl was hitting more of them. It made her feel connected to the other girl already, just because of their understanding of colors when used in a painting. There was a question then, one that Rox was slightly surprised to be asked. "For me...for that piece that might come of it; I think it would have to mean blood, pain, and power the most." Roxana said as she looked back to her mostly blank canvas.

Yes, her work was full of those three things, it was what she knew best and probably explained a lot about why she was the way she was. "By the way, you are Lavinia, right? Are you at all from Romania or do you just have family from there?" Roxana could not help but to ask. After all, Roxana was Romania and Russia and was actually from over in that area, while she mainly grew up in Russia until she came into her powers and then it was a lot of time in Romania.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

People asked all sorts of questions in all sorts of tones about her art. But not many actually asked the real questions without sounding disgusted about what she painted. So for a second or two she was thrown off. "You wouldn't like the answer." No one really knew the answer, not really. A hand reached toward one of the faces twisted in terror and pain. "If you look at people's faces they all express pain differently, yet the same."

Noticing pain was one of her gifts, or at least what she viewed as a gift. Pain came in different flavors some sweet, others sour, and some so savory it made her drool. Then after taking in all that pain, all the heart ache, and darkness she unleashed it out into her paintings. It didn't hurt her to take in the pain. Because she wasn't some sort of empath. She took it in like a well taking in cool water only to pour out to make something vibrant.

Lavinia gazed up at the other the dark waters still inside. Each word made a ripple in those waters causing her to drop her eyes to the girl's canvas. "Then don't stop. Take it and push it out onto that blank space." The paint on her fingers was starting to dry in places making her skin feel tight and sticky.

Attention on the red smeared across her hand she furrowed her brows at the new set of questions. Not that she didn't expect someone in her class not to know her name. But the second question was odd... "I think I have ancestors there. Mother says our family came over in the 1800's." Taking up her brush again she started painting again. "Name. Origin. Go." Lavinia flicked a look at the girl expecting her to answer.

[Roxana Strix]

"I would not have asked if I was not ready to risk what possible answer I might receive in return." Roxana pointed out. Her tone of voice was as it always was, even while speaking to the other girl. Many viewed her to not have any emotions because she didn't really display them or sound like she had any by the way she talked. No, it was not monotone but it lacked that certain spring to it that would give away how interested or happy she was to hear this sort of information. Granted, there was a slight look in her eye, the look that showed she was focused and actually interested in the matter.

Rox took in what the girl said, thinking on it while her blue eyes went from the girl and then to her painting. Yes, she did have a point. While there were different looks to when someone was in pain, they were all similar enough to know that someone was in face in some kind of pain. "Valid point. So then you like to paint them because while they are different, you are able to still show that deep down they are the same and everyone can understand or relate to them?" Roxana could not help but to ask.

Perhaps she was looking a little too deep into what the girl was saying, but she was working on putting it all together. Roxana didn't say anything, she didn't even look at the other girl as she spoke of not stopping and just take it and basically run with it. She had a valid point; it just seemed harder than it normally was. "Other things have been clouding my judgement on it." Roxana admitted, leaving it pretty vague as she did most things. She was slightly disappointed that the girl was not from there but just was a decedent, but she should have figured as much already.

"Roxana Strix. Roxana meaning bright or dawn in Romanian. Strix being of Ancient Roman and Greek legends, but means owl in Greek." Roxana informed her without any hesitation. She then moved to grab a seat and pull it over a little closer so she could sit while they chatted. "Do you mind if I watch you work?" Roxana asked, even if she was already sitting down like she was going to do just that.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

A flicker went through her very tempted to tell the harsh truth of her work. To show someone the dark waters that dwell inside other than through her work. There was all sorts of dark and twisted artwork out there, and most of it meant nothing. "Lots of people paint happy things. Positive things. Beautiful things." Usually her voice was a mix between nearly robotic in its emptiness with mild boredom, and an edge of violence. "They forget the world is ugly."

Using her fingernail she added a vein of red to one of the limbs before the red dried completely on her hand. "Yes, and no." Lavinia sighed rotating her head to loosen her neck muscles. "I don't care if everyone can relate to them, or to any of my art. Those faces are there because I want them to be. Because I see them. Not because I want to connect with some moron and make it feel like it's not alone in the world." Crap she was ranting. After taking a deep breath she turned a sharp gaze upward to the blond. "It's just pain. In all its hideous, wonderful variety. Pain for loss. For rejection. Because someone shoved a knife into your hand. It's all pain."

She had a feeling that the girl wouldn't understand, or again someone would find her to be a freak. On the subject matter of its art she glanced to the red line again. Honestly she could care less what was causing the girl's artistic block, but to not be able to express one's inner-self seemed horrid. "Do something to clear your head. Or paint about the things messing with your head."

As the names were being explained she dipped her hand into a small bucket she kept at her feet. It was filled with paint remover. Then wiping her hand on a towel she picked up a different paintbrush staring at the tree. "Owl. They're usually depicted as wise. Does that make you wise?" Brush now coated with paint she leaned forward to add details to the trunk. Not taking her eyes off the canvas she shrugged adding texture to the trunk like wounds in a butchered body. "I don't care. Just don't touch."

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana listened closely, her piercing blue or basically grey eyes locked on the girl to read her expression as she spoke. Each word rang true and it didn't even seem like Lavinia cared about what the world around her thought. That was good. It meant the girl was well past the point of worrying about what others would say and was about herself. While that also meant that she likely came off as cold to others, she didn't to Roxana. Not to someone who had been often compared to being like a robot. Perhaps a robot and a girl that viewed things the way Lavinia did could be friends. It was just a thought but Roxana was not placing any money on it.

"Yet another valid point. It is good to meet someone who sees the world for how it is instead of pretending that the world around them is perfect." Roxana said, still with her eyes locked on Lavinia for a moment before she looked back to the art. Yes, she didn't see the world like most people did. Rox could relate to that. Roxana asked her question, listening with a moment of confusion as Lavinia said yes and no. Lavinia's style was for herself; something else that Roxana could respect a lot. She was already starting to like the girl the more she listened to her talk and just be honest about why she painted the way she did. Roxana honestly didn't mind the rant, nor did she see it as a rant.

She listened to every word the other girl was saying, taking it all in as she stared at the painting before her. Only glancing away when Lavinia would move. "Poetic." Roxana said under her breath. It was mostly too herself but she could see Lav being good at poetry on this kind of subject. At the advice, her attention broke away from what Lav was saying as her eyes drifted over to her own painting. She didn't think it would be a good idea to paint what was on her mind, it had already consumed up a whole sketch book. "Sculpting usually helps. Perhaps I'll take a break from painting until I have a clear hear." Roxana said in response as she looked down at her hands. Almost immediately crystal began to form on the surface of both of her hands, Rox going right to work on forming it together to create a softball sized crystal ball to start.

There was a question, one that had Rox pausing for a moment as she thought of how to answer it. "I think I still have a way to go until I live up to my family name." Roxana responded simply. She then made herself comfortable on a stool that she had pulled over to watch Lav paint. It was perhaps going to get weird to just be sitting in the silence, but Roxana was not much of a talker to begin with and her interest was locked on what the other girl was making.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

"Nothing is perfect. Nothing." Her voice sounded a tinge disgusted at the very word. There was certainly a rather long rant she could go into about the word perfect. The idea of perfection in anything. So many aim for that idiotic word or ideal, and it was simply not possible. Everyone and everything needed to be tossed from whatever pedestal it lived on back down into the gutter where it belonged. But instead of going on another rather negative tirade she kept her mouth shut. Her therapist had informed her that such thoughts are not a good way to approach life. One needed to positive, and blah, blah, please kill me now, blah.

That one word made her pause a moment eying the girl curiously. Some artists were poets or had some rosy view on the world. Or dark smog over the world. But she never viewed herself as poetic. Just stating the truth as she saw it, but maybe that's what made a poet. She gave a small shrug attention drifting away from the shockingly blonde female. Talking to her wasn't annoying her or angering her like most people. It was refreshing.

After a moment of painting she appreciated the girl's willingness to work through the block. Rather than just succumb to the issue and let it rule her. Showed that she was stronger than most of the wisps than sat in these halls. Her dull gaze sharpened immediately when the crystals formed in its hands. Yes, they lived in a school of super freaks, but it seemed like not a lot of people actually came out and used their powers. Lavinia stared utterly concentrated on those hands and the crystal for a moment. Then blinking she moved back to her painting pushing down the feeling of fascination. Push back the draw toward the power.

The concession to the family name bit made her twinge a bit. Living up to one's name. Yes, that was something she knew of. After a moment she realized she wasn't being all that talkative. Basically falling into thoughtful silence like usual. Light chatter just never came easy to her. She added a touch of red to one of the necks of the bodies then swiveled to face the girl directly. "You're distracting. I can't paint." Eyes narrowing she gestured at the crystal in the its hands. "So show me what you can do with that."

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana just nodded her head in agreement, yet she was still going to strive to be perfect for the sake of pleasing those she so craved praise from. She didn't understand why she needed that praise, but she did and it had been so long since she got it. It made her feel disappointed in herself and made her feels like she needed to try and be 'perfect' even more. Part of her wondered if Lavinia had ever had to deal with people expecting her to be perfect. It was possible, but she still had to learn more about the girl before she could go assuming such things just yet. She honestly would not have minded Lav ranting; she much preferred to listen to others talk instead of doing the talking.

She didn't have much to say, especially recently when she was dealing with the thoughts that consumed her almost every moment of peace in her day. Yet, right now she was not actually worried about such things. Not when she was talking to the other girl and looking at the work that she was creating and her opinion on the world. It was weird to meet someone that was so...well similar to Roxana in some ways. At least in terms of just being blunt and clearly not one to play 'the game' unless she had to. Rox was willing to give Lav's advice a try and even right now felt at...peace perhaps from just watching the other girl work.

It was what allowed her to be able to feel some creativity and start to form the crystals together in her hands that had started to appear. It always left her hands and skin so smooth, but when she first created it, it was always jagged and thus needed to be worked out to become smooth. Rox was not even aware that as she ideally worked on forming the crystals into a ball, that she was distracting the other girl. So when Lav spoke up about it she had an apologetic look appear on her face for a small moment. "My apologies." Roxana said as she gave a small bow of her head. However; Lav seemed fine with now seeing what Roxana was making.

"Certainly, do you have a favorite animal at all or something that you enjoy?" Roxana asked. She now desired to make something for the girl, but she was still going to finish what she had already been working on. She could not fully explain why she wanted to make this, but it was not Ellen or Elsa, so that was a good thing to her. "I can make sculptures, jewelry, weapons, and a few other things with my power. Crystal Manipulation." Roxana informed Lavinia as she finished up what she was making and removed her one hand as she held out what she created for Lavinia to look at. It was small so it had not taken her that long to get the overall shape.

It was what was inside that took a bit more and it was still rough but she figured she didn’t have to show a perfect rendition of what she could do right away. An owl within crystal just seemed right, trapped but still held its symbolic meaning.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

"Don't apologize." She growled shaking her head slightly as she set down the paint brush. The painting was no longer speaking to her, so she'd had to finish it up later. Perhaps it was does and that was why it had stopped speaking. Or maybe, just maybe the girl with the short white blond hair was more of a distraction than she cared to admit.

The idea that she had a favorite animal made her think a little less of the other. But then again it was a common question to ask people. Most people liked animals. But luckily she added something that Lavinia enjoyed. Nothing she first thought of could possibly be transcribed into a crystal. Or not that she could easily think of. Sliding a hand through her blue hair she continued to watch the crystal seeing something take shape not of the crystal but in the crystal. The girl obviously had a fine tuned handle on her powers to be able to do such delicate art.

"Jewelry, and weapons?" Now she didn't wear a lot of jewelry but the weapon part intrigued her. But she couldn't just focus on the weapon part didn't want to seem like a crazed freak. Even though most were convinced that she was. "What about a mixture of the two?" Now if the piece of jewelry was actually useful she'd be sure to wear it.

Once it was done with what it was working on she felt the edges of her mouth twitch. It was felt like she almost wanted to smile. It was very well done she reached out a hand tentatively to touch it. "So life like." It wasn't the art or the owl that attracted her but the detail. Such detail didn't come from a small power or someone too lazy to practice. This girl had power and knew what to do with it. That drew her in more than anything else.

[Roxana Strix]

The other girl growled out not to apologize. Roxana just gave a slight nod and didn't say anything more on the matter. It was a little difficult to not apologize because she was used to apologizing when she did something wrong. If she did not, well then the words and the punishment would be that much worse because of her lack of manners. In this case it was safe to say she was not going to receive any kind of punishment for not apologizing a second time so she put those thoughts to the back of her mind. Roxana was no mind reader so she didn't know what was going on in Lavinia's mind but part of her was happy that the other girl was taking an interest in her ability.

Her question on what the girl's favorite animal or thing was did not get answered but she figured because the girl was distracted with what she was currently making. It was the first thing that came to her mind; the symbol of her family, and the animal of her dear best friend Delta. She missed her owl and hoped that when she was given her next owl that she would be able to form a close bond with it as well. It had taken a lot for Roxana to be able to do what she just did but this was on the small scale and she had years of practice. Most of said practice in using her power was mostly to create weapons but even those had to have a certain fine detail to them and it just translated well when she first started to make art with her power.

Rox gave a nod in response to Lavinia's first question about being able to make jewelry and weapons with her power. A mixture of the two? "Yes, I have created a few things with a dual purpose, mainly in the form of a necklace that could be used as a knife or...other uses." Roxana went on to explain, almost slipping up she had created a necklace that held poison before but thankfully managed to keep that to herself. Why did she almost slip up when it came to talking about her power? Was it that she just loved to talk about it and receive praise for it that it almost happened? That was what she was currently assuming but would think more on it later.

Roxana fully extended her hand out to the girl so she could touch, look at, and even pick up her creation if she wanted to. "Thank you, creating a picture on the inside is by far one of my favorite ways to use my power in an art form; granted I can't do it as much as I would like." Roxana said. Already some of her hair in the back of her head had turned from its bleach blonde color to a dark black.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

The girls wasn't a jabber mouth she merely said what needed to be said and was done with it. She liked that greatly. The white haired girl seemed fine with quiet musings, and showed obvious signs of strong concentration and focus. Lavinia gazed at it's hands then glanced up at the face taking in the line of the jaw and stark eyebrows.

When Roxana spoke again she blinked slowly eyes dropping down once more. "A blade or..." Which would she like more? A vial could hold a vast array of liquids and powders. Easy to put into someone's drink or food. Or worn as a symbol. Or blood. Yes, she could have it hold blood. With claws of her own and fangs to match a blade wasn't necessary. But the vial idea made her almost smile. "What about a vial? You can put whatever artistic twist that you wish. But something to hold liquid." That seemed simple enough.

As the hand moved toward hers to encourage the touching she barely brushed her fingertips across the crystal. "The detail. How much concentration and practice did it take to be able to do this?" Lifting her gaze once again she wanted to see more of this power. Lavinia took a long inhale and leaned back erasing the eagerness from her face. "What hinders you from doing this thing that you like so much?"