What would a paint fight hurt anyway?

Faye

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Faye decided she needed to work on some of her paintings in art class, lately on her own time she wasn't getting any art work done in her room. She would start, but then get distracted by something else entirely, then found the same unfinished piece a few days later. It was starting to irritate her, so being in a classroom would surely keep her on task, or maybe not?

Faye grabbed a canvas, and instead of grabbing small tubes of paint she grabbed the large gallon buckets of paint. She knew she wasn't going to use it all, but what could it hurt? She was the only student in the room , and thought it would be a great idea to splatter paint on a canvas. I mean there was no one she could hit, so what would be the problem?

She lay down a plastic sheet in the middle of the classroom and put the canvas and stand in the middle of the plastic sheet. Faye then put ear buds in her ear and listened to a song. As she did so she quickly grabbed a paintbrush and dipped it in black paint, and painted the canvas entirely black. After she painted it black, she opened many other colors and back away from the canvas. She dipped the paint in red and slung it towards the canvas, hopefully no one would walk through the door. If so, they would be in for a surprise.
 

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Science and art were often considered mutually exclusive fields, if not outright rivals or even enemies. On the surface, it was not difficult to understand why such a schism existed. On the one hand, science was built completely around the idea that nothing should ever be considered absolute without some kind of concrete evidence and logical train of thought. On the other, art was seemingly all about free expression without any need for any reason or explanation. Science was cold and emotionless, art was spontaneous and held emotion at its core.

But Orion could see the similarities between the two, and was often happy to cater to one side or the other. Both disciplines often required rigorous processes, and the best of both worlds were often subjected to scrutiny and critique. The most common thread he felt, though, was that both sought capital-T Truth, just in different ways.

For the longest time, he had been indulging in his scientific side, performing experiments and testing hypothesis's. Today he decided that the other half of brain could use an exercise. Unfortunately, he was ill-equipped to dive into the world of creative endeavor, and so he had to go the Academy and use their facilities. Excitedly.

The moment he got his hand on the door, he swung it wide open and burst into the room.

"Come to me, Art!"

And come it did! Right in his face. Square between the eyes. A paintbrush became a momentary painbrush as it landed and splattered his face with red paint, knocking him over by sheer surprise.
 

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Faye was losing herself in her art, almost too literally. It's a good thing she wore old clothes today because she had paint drops all over her. She didn't care though, she was having fun.
After cleaning her brushed of orange paint she dipped it back into the red and slung the paint a bit to hard as she heard a guy say "Come to me, Art!"

Faye watched as a guy, about her age, fall over to the ground. Oh no! What had she done?! She felt horrible now and threw her paint brush down on the plastic. What was he going to say to her? She slowly tiptoed over to the guy, her face was flushed, she could feel it, and her hair was in her face. She peak at him, and decided to offer him a hand, hoping he would take it.

"I sincerely apologize I was just," She paused, trying to figured out the right words to say. "I was just so lost in my art, and listening to music. I flicked the paintbrush a bit to hard I think."

She looked down at her hand, and realized it was also covered in paint, many colors of paint, "I'm really sorry again, and my name is Faye by the way."
 

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The painbrush stood upright on his face for a second, imitating a lodged arrow, before tipping over and dropping to the floor. It left a nice red paint streak across his cheek in addition to the initial crimson splatter when it hit. There was a moment where Orion had to process what had just happened, and in the meantime he laid on the ground like he was afraid to move lest he become the target of something else. He also briefly considered that maybe he had just discovered a latent ability to literally control art, and he had lost control of his brush telekinesis for a moment.

An apologetic voice broke through his stupor, and he sat his head up to see who was talking. Turns out he had no such art powers, and his assailant was offering him a hand to stand. His attacker appeared to be a young woman, whom had been lost in her own creative process.

"Heeeey... No hard feelin's, Faye."

His smile came back, showing that being hit in the face had done little to dull his energetic initial entrance. He took her hand and hauled himself up to his feet. Briefly, he touched his hand to his face to check for injuries. When all that came back was paint, he shrugged and looked around the room. Orion did not even bother to clean his face.

"So doin' the art, huh? How's that workin' out for you?"[/coilor]
 

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He reassured Faye that there were no hard feelings and she was relieved. She wasn't use to people responding so nicely. Here it was different. She tried not to laugh as he stood up, he was a mess. He seemed really upbeat about it though, it seemed to Faye that he had already forgot what had happened.

He wondered how her art was going for her.

"It's going great, kind of," ,she paused, biting her lip and looked back at her mess. The plastic sheet was useless, paint was everywhere.

"Here come with me, watch it's fun, you can help if you like? It's not hard."

She took her paintbrush dipped it in green paint and slung it at the canvas, and hand him the brush, "What was your name?"
 

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The room was messy. There were no two ways about it. Orion did not know how long Faye had been doing the Art, but he would have guessed that she might have gotten into a fight with it. The paint was the arty blood spilled on the arty battlefield for creative supremacy, and he had merely been caught in the arty crossfire. Orion thought it was a little odd to get into a fight with the Art, but who was he to question her creative process?

When Faye reached for another paintbrush, he was intrigued to find that his wildly-speculative assumptions had proven to be somewhat correct! She unleashed another volley of paint, green this time.

"Oooooh~ Art looks fun! And much more free-wheelin' than performing an experiment. It's not like I can hurl around chemicals and samples."

Orion readily took the brush and prepared his own contribution.

"I'm Orion. And I came to..."

He took up a fencing stance, raised the brush upward, then stabbed it forward, getting a few dotting splatters on the campus.

"... To see what all the hub-bub about the Art was. Am I doing it right?"
 

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Faye watched as Orion's eyes looked around the room, she wondered what he thought. She did make an awfully big mess, and she was truly regretting it. If this was the only time she'd get to do this though, she may as well live it up, right?

She watched with interest as Orion picked up a brush and slung the paint towards the canvas. She laughed at his mention towards flinging chemicals, that would never end well, and with paint, you could fling it as much as you wanted and it wouldn't hurt anyone. Well, unless it got in their eye maybe, but Faye pushed that thought to the side.

She walked across the room the a supply closet and looked for two more paint brushes. When she found them, she quickly returned and lied on the floor next to Orion's feet.

"Watch this," She dipped the paint in blue, and orange. She then took it and flipped it across the room towards the canvas multiple times, and swung the paint brush back and the bristles of blue went along Orion's right arm.

"Hmm..." Faye thought to herself, and painted his left arm orange. "Sorry," she shrugged,"It needed painted too. Now you've got blue, red, and orange." She laughed to herself.
 

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Faye was making quick work of Orion's perceived image of artists as quiet, intense people fretting over the tiniest details of their work as they struggled to tear their masterpiece from their mind and put it on the canvas. There was seemingly no thought or frustration in Faye's method as she whipped the paint this way and that, simply letting her motions dictate the pace and style of her work. Also she apparently had no qualms regarding letting Orion get caught in the aftermath still.

It was almost too fast to stop. The tingle of the bristles on his arm alerted him to another incoming coat of paint. But when he moved that arm out of the way, the other had been caught off guard and was subjected to a wide swath of orange.

"Oh yeah? Well, uh..."

Perhaps Orion was finally getting into the artistry mindset when he forewent a comeback and simply dipped his entire hand into a blue paint bucket. Drawing out the sloppy mess, he pulled back and launched a hadouken of blue paint back at Faye with a huge smile on his face.

"Ah ha! Art Attack! Whatchya got now, honey?!"
 

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Faye threw her head back and laughed at Orion's reaction. What she didn't know is Orion had his own plan of attack. She saw him dipped his hands in blue paint and sling the paint towards her. She had no time to react, it was far too late now.

"Oh, no," she whined as the paint flew towards her. She threw hands up, closed her eyes, and felt as the paint hit them, and some splatter back on her face.

She looked at him through squinted as, and began to laugh. He wanted to know what she has in store for him now. He probably didn't want to know, but she would make it great. She noticed he was now in the art mode, although this wasn't what it was really like to be lost in thought working on a good piece. This was the adrenaline rush of a paint fight that was about to go down.

"You know Orion," she said, "Maybe this will-"She put her hands in the pink and slung it at him, and cupped her hand into the yellow and put her hand on his shoulder, squishing the paint on him. She gave a girlish squeal and ran for cover, she could only imagine what he'd do now.
 

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His blood was moving now! Though he had his doubts that flinging paint around a room was a common artistic practice, Orion could not argue that was feeling the... the... the moment. There was no thought and there was no logic to think through in order to fling paint and paint at/with Fate. He simply did. Some part of him was choosing the colors to throw at her, but he was not thinking about it. A color called to him, and he used it.

Faye must have been in the same mindset because her counter attack left Orion looking like the Rainbow Raider (look it up). Red, blue, orange, pink, and yellow. Orion was quite the colorful fellow. Faye, on the other hand, was merely blue. He needed to remedy that.

"Come back here!"

He dipped his hands into red and blue, nearly up to the elbow, then held his hands up right and ready to grab.

"You can't escape my art!"

Nearly covered in wet paint from head to toe, Orion ran after Faye and tried to tackle the poor girl, using himself as a giant, multi-colored brush to get a nice smattering of paint all over her at once.
 
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