For a More Client-welcoming Art Studio

Trahnael · May 7, 2015

The day had been pretty peaceful. As usual, the sun was up and warm, and no matter how busy the streets were, no matter how much noise the passing cars made, nothing had been in disarray. At least until the loud crash coming from an apartment near the downtown area, followed by a loud scream of despair.

Eve had been fixing her studio, which was also the first floor of her apartment. She was planning to make it more client-welcoming, so people can come and go anytime during the day without her worrying that the place would be a bit inappropriate. Or messy. Even though painting was understandably a messy line of work, Eve knew she should minimize the mess. She's been working on it the entire day, scraping off unwanted paint splatters on the walls, moving her furniture and potted plants to the corner, fixing the receiving area and its couches, and displaying her finished artworks on every space possible without making them look too cramped. She also fixed her working area in an inner room and tried to contain the mess there.

However, while she was moving the chairs and art materials, carelessness happened. Tripped on her own tired leg and fell to the floor face first, throwing everything she held to the air. Result? Three of her most detailed and therefore most expensive paintings were ruined with paint splatters. As the artist, of course she was devastated. She could never describe what she felt after getting back on her feet, as she covered her sore face, as she saw what she's brought to herself. It was as if something heavy dropped in her stomach and started turning, also knocking the air out of her. And so, the scream.

It was loud enough to rattle the whole building, and those beside it. And the air of total despair escaped through the opened door, the only object separating her clumsiness from the sidewalk and the people passing by.

Unable to take the shock, Eve somehow melted back to the floor, half-conscious. She was not going to make it today. Oh, if only someone would help her out.

Bolt · May 8, 2015

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"Thank you dear come again."

"You know I will. Always run out of these in the middle of important parts."

Waving goodbye, Miya leaves a store downtown where she gets her music supplies. How a girl goes through over a thousand music sheets every two weeks the world may never know. But Miya enjoyed walking downtown to grab them as it made her feel normal and didn't have to worry about her body heat making people hot.

Walking a few blocks Miya hears a scream. At first she jumped, along with a few other passerbyers, as she looked where people were staring at. It wasn't a "Help me I'm in danger!" scream but more of a "God fucking damn it!" scream. Those nearby started to walk away and just ignore it. However Miya was curious. She still had a few hours before she had to return home so she figured why not go see what it was about.

Walking up to the building it looked just like some normal apartment building. Tilting her head she looks inside and sees an open door and a woman on the floor, looking like her life was ruined. Miya took a step towards the woman then one back. Should she? Well....

Miya took a few steps towards the door and peered through at the woman. Inside she could see it was some kind of artist, paintings everywhere and a....Oh. Miya spied the mess and followed the splatter to the paintings. Ouch. Miya knew that pain all too well with her music. Wanting to help a fellow artist out Miya knocked on the side of the door, her head hanging into the room as her long hair flowed down with it barely above the ground. Her hair was covering her one eye, with her other green eye showing concern for the artist.

"Umm...You alright Miss?"

Trahnael · May 8, 2015

Eve was out for a few minutes. She was there in the middle of everything, slumped on the ruined floor as if her soul has just been sucked out of her. Her eyes stared at the mess, but they looked blank, as if what she was looking at wasn't there but somewhere else, somewhere farther.

She didn't sense the young lady immediately. But when she did, she turned her head slowly, and life came back to her chocolate eyes. But that new life was filled with sadness, and tears were starting to form in the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision.

"I...I'm sorry, did I... did I disturb you..?" she asked. She couldn't help but sob a little as she wiped her tears with her long sleeve. A sleeve that was ruined with red paint that smeared on her cheek right afterwards.

She slowly stood up, and only then was she able to take a better look on the young lady. She was slightly embarrassed that she looked really haggard in front of someone so beautiful, someone who was younger and taller than her at that.

Her hands fidgeted on the hem of her tee while her eyes wandered around the room again. Most of the stuff were clean, but her ruined artworks and the paint splatters in front of her were really eye-catching. "I was... I was fixing this place but... It doesn't really look fixed, does it?"

Bolt · May 8, 2015

Seeing the woman sobbing Miya slowly came out from behind the door and walked into the room. Seeing the woman look at her with teary eyes Miya walked over to her pulling a handkerchief from her coat pocket and hands it over to the woman.

"You didn't disturb me, but I couldn't help but see what was wrong. Seeing you like that I couldn't help but check if you were okay."

Miya listened to the woman and tilted her head and looked at her. She was trying to fix it? Fix it for what? Miya took a look around and noticed the paint mess on some paintings and on the floor. Looking back at the woman Miya smiled, though only half was showing through her hair.

"I dunno. I mean if it looks good to you then it looks good to you. Though I can understand trying to make it look good even for yourself. I may not paint but I do sew and compose music so I understand how devastating it can be when your stuff gets ruined."

Miya looks over at one of the paintings and thinks. Well the paint may have ruined what it once was, but it could mean something else as well. She didn't know this lady either so she didn't know if this was her own of a commission.

"Oh sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Miya Narikama. Even if this maybe ruined what it once was, but maybe we can turn this into something else. I mean I've changed an entire composition around over an accident I've made. So I'm sure there's something that can be done to turn this from a disaster into a new masterpiece."

Trahnael · May 9, 2015

Eve took the handkerchief and muttered a soft "thank you" before wiping her eyes more. She held on to it, even as she listened to how the young lady named Miya tried to comfort her. It returned a small smile on her face.

"Thank you, Miya. That actually helps a lot."

She tried to speak louder, and tried to stop herself from sobbing more. She looked at her ruined paintings, and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I could do that. Make it into some kind of abstract art... Or an entirely new one but... I can't bring it back anymore... Not exactly at least..." She sighed and glanced up at the young lady. She waved her hand with the handkerchief. "I'll wash it and return it to you later. I'm Eve, Eve Willows." And then she held out her free hand for a shake. Fortunately, it wasn't dirty or blotted with paint. "And thanks for the idea. I'll just have to work on it again, right?"

Bolt · May 9, 2015

"See that's the spirit!"

By this point Miya had put her music supplies on the ground as she looked at the "ruined" painting again, turning back to Eve and shaking her hand, a decent amount of warmth emitting from her hand as she shook it. Right...Paint was something she couldn't touch or get specially made. Good thing it wasn't something Miya did normally.

"Nice to meet a fellow artist even if our art is in different forms. And you're absolutely right! All you need is to take a step back and see what you can turn it into! May not be what it once was, but art takes many forms and you can turn what looks like a ruined piece into a new masterpiece!

Oh and don't worry about getting it to me right away. I can always make another if I need to, just gotta talk to my supplier when I'm getting a new batch of material. Because of my condition I have to pretty much get everything custom made. And before you ask it's my unnatural body heat. Sure you felt some of it during the handshake. I have magical wards and my longcoat preventing it from catching things on fire so nothing to worry about there."

Miya tried to make it sound like she wasn't a threat to her art studio and currently she wasn't. That would depend if something dispelled the wards though then she would be a threat. A nervous chuckle escaped Miya's mouth as looked at some of the other paintings throughout Eve's studio. Removing some ribbons from her pockets Miya slowly starts to tie her hair together so her face isn't hidden anymore. After a few minutes it was clear that Miya was almost in love with the art with her face and both eyes showing.

"Oh my god your artwork is so beautiful too! Wish I had this kind of talent! All I do is compose music and sew clothing. But your artwork is amazing! And I'm sure you can make this into something even more amazing as well!

Trahnael · May 10, 2015

Eve did feel the hotter-than-normal heat of the young lady's hand when they shook. Just being able to touch that warm hand made her feel thrilled. After all, she did not have anything special in her, unlike most people living in this island.

"I don't mind having your company. Actually, maybe that's what I need. I'm always alone, see."

She smiled, especially after seeing how Miya looked at her art. To her, there actually wasn't anything special with her paintings, but all of them were the result of her hard work and passion. Her strokes were always as fine and detailed as she can possibly make them, even though she wasn't really into realism that much. Her artworks were an assortment of almost-fictitiously majestic sceneries, and images which seem like they were taken out from grim story books and light fairy tales. Some of them were portraits of village life, indoors and outdoors, those people always see in old fictional stories. There were also portraits of people, but the way she painted them could not be considered as realism. Since they also seemed magical. She had one work in progress, but that one was different from the rest, and was still in her working area, in the small room in the corner.

"I'm glad you like them," she said as she continued observing Miya. More than the lady's reaction, Eve was captured by her physical features, especially her eyes once she revealed both, and the way she moved about. "You know, composing music is also a wonderful talent, and you can't put the word 'just' beside it if you're comparing it to other forms of art. It's also just as complicated, after all. And sewing is something I can't even do."

She laughed. Oh, it was amazing, how another person's presence could make her feel at ease immediately. "I guess I need a break from all of this. Do you mind staying a bit more? We can have some coffee or tea and some snacks."

Bolt · May 10, 2015

"Makes sense. I understand what company can do more then you might think."

Miya began to think of her own seclusion. But right now she couldn't feel sorry for herself while she was trying to make Eve feel better about herself. Miya was just so taken in by the paintings that it reminded her of how her own sheet music looked when she was ready to try a new piece out on the piano. At the moment that thought came into her mind Eve mentioned that she shouldn't compare her music to her art like that. Well that was true. Both were art and each just as complicated as the other. Just different creative processes involved.

"Well you are right in that regard. Sewing is just as difficult ya know. Though most of the time it's about not sticking yourself with the needle and paying attention. Some days I'm just dumb when it comes to that. But that's the process of it all. I mean this coat is of my own design and made by myself. Cept the magic properties anyway, that was someone else."

When Eve started laughing Miya couldn't help but join in. It was nice to relax once in a while and not worry about burning a place down. Allowed for her to have more fun then normal anyway. When Eve asked her to stay Miya simply nodded with a smile on her face.

"Sure. I don't have anywhere to be for a while. And as a fellow artist you need to take breaks or else you'll overwork yourself and lose the creative juices. For something to drink....Oh I think tea will do. If you have any uncooked toaster snacks that'd be nice. I say uncooked as I can warm them up just by holding them and I don't overcook them by taking already heated food and...Well I think you get the picture. If not then maybe some fruit. Ohh if you have apples that'd be cool! Turning the juice into warm apple juice is so delicious!"

Miya's face could basically be called "mouthwatering" as she started thinking about biting into an apple and "drinking" the warm juice within. Too much? Perhaps, but Miya was really wanting an apple to eat because of her own overactive imagination.

Trahnael · May 10, 2015

Miya was very interesting, Eve thought. Her powers, her and her adorable personality, they all piqued her interest. She liked her to the point that she wanted to ask her if she could model for an artwork, but asking that at the moment was probably too soon.

Eve shifted a little, wiping her slightly messy hand on her shirt before starting to pick up the things she scattered. She quickly put them in a corner, before picking up Miya's things as well. "It's much better to eat upstairs," she told her, smiling gently. "Unlike this studio, it's cozier there. Follow me?"

She led the way to the inner room where the wooden spiral staircase was. Aside from that staircase and the covered canvas in the corner, the small room was nothing but white walls and more paint splatters.

The second floor was like a whole different place. They were welcomed by red cozy couches, big fluffy ones, around a small glass center table. The floor was wooden, polished and spotless. The walls were painted brown to resemble wood as well. Before the right turn on the opposite side, there was a wide window that stretched from the waist level up to just a few inches below the ceiling. It was draped with elegant red curtains tied on each side. There were also small potted plants in the corners, and end table beside the window, and a couple of abstract paintings decorating the walls.

Eve placed Miya's things on the center table and turned to her. "You can wait here," she said, motioning towards the red couches. "I'll get the snacks. I'm pretty sure I still have some apples, too. I'll go check. Make yourself comfortable."

And so she took that right turn by the window and headed to the kitchen.

Bolt · May 11, 2015

Walking over Miya gathers her things from Eve and follows her upstairs. Miya's jaw pretty much hit the floor. It looked so amazing! Everything looked so comfortable that all Miya could think about doing is laying down and relaxing. She had to admit Eve had some style and Miya was sure she could get some advice or tips on how to manuver her own room around to make it look fancy. Granted her room wasn't as big as this either.

"Wowwww. This is really nice. And oh. Oh so fluffy," was all she could do as she say down on one of the couches and man did she want to fall asleep right there. It was so comfy!

A simple nod from Miya as Eve walked off to gather snacks. To this she reached into her bag and pulled one of the fresh notebooks she had just bought and began taking small notes about the place. Maybe she could turn it into a quilt or blanket? Give Eve something to hang around. Have to get more supplies but that wouldn't be much of an issue. Or just something nice in general. Something would come to mind.

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