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9 February 1999
Tuesday, 6:25 PM, Early Evening

It's a comfortably cool night. There's a light breeze. The temperatures are ranging between 13 and 15.5C | 58 and 60F.

 



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 After School Special
Trent Mitchell
Posted: Feb 4 2011, 12:46 PM


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After School Special


Date & Time: Tuesday, February 9, 1999; 4pm
Location: Art Room, Sunnydale High
Status: Closed Scene - Trent and Tessa
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Trent Mitchell
Posted: Feb 4 2011, 12:56 PM


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Sitting before an easel, butt set on the hard wood of a stool, Trent has to literally pull back from his drawing to observe his progress as his body is often pulled towards the piece, propelled by the anticipation of creating art. He settles back now, curling his own legs around those of the stool. Upon the easel is a large sketch pad to which there is a picture clipped. The image is that of a woman's face. Well, half of a woman's face as he works upon an artistic exercise where he mimics the image on the other side of the canvas, creating the other half. His drawing just begun, he has barely finished the shape of the head, which he now checks for discrepancies, eyes darting between the two halves.

Satisfied with the initial sketch, he is now able to move forward, knowing that he has a stable foundation on which to build. He uses an underhand grip to hold the easel with his left hand while bringing his right to the canvas, darkening parts of the outline and filling in other details, which begin with the eyes. The eyes are important because they define the spaces uses throughout the face and are the true essence of the person's visage. If the eyes are imperfect, than the drawing will be lifeless and off-putting no matter how brilliantly executed in shades and contours.

Yet the Scooby meeting is not for two more hours. Plenty of time in which to pour over the sketch, perfecting every detail.
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Tessa Potter
Posted: Feb 5 2011, 04:34 PM


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"Your shading under the right eye is a little off."

Standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and her messenger bag slung over her shoulder, Tessa inspects the drawing from a distance before walking fully into the room. She gently sets her bag down at another easel on the other side of the room as she crosses over to Trent's, tilting her head a bit and looking closer.

"You might wanna let up there," She says, pointing to the area where she felt was too dark, "unless you're going for the whole domestic abuse kind of look." With a small smirk, she looks to Trent for a second with a half sided smile, walking away and over to her own easel. The beginner Wicca opens her bag, taking out a couple bottles of paint and her favorite brush, staring blankly at her canvas as she tries to visualize what she wants to create.
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Trent Mitchell
Posted: Feb 7 2011, 09:17 PM


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"Huh?" Trent pulls back from the canvas to look up at the speaker and finds himself looking into the eyes of fellow artist, Tessa Potter. A moment later the wiccan's words sink in and he turns his attention back to the image and sees that she is right. He picks up a piece of art gum and gently rubs at the shading, erasing the pencil strokes he has made. "Thanks."

Setting down the art gum, he pulls the pencil from behind ear and is about to get back to work when he peers around the side of his easel. "No muse?"
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Tessa Potter
Posted: Feb 14 2011, 02:23 PM


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"Not so much a lack of muse," She says in response, still staring at the blank canvas, "Just trying to figure out where to start." Tessa sets her brush down on the easel, thinking out a "battle plan" in her head. She has the concept of what she wants to make, she just needs to figure out the execution. With her hands empty, she opens up the bottle of black paint, pouring it into her right palm. Fluidly, yet with purpose, precision, and control, she begins to lather the canvas.

Pausing for a moment, she looks over her shoulder at the piece that Trent was working on. "Who is she?" She asks, wondering if it was a specific piece or if it was just a random woman that he clipped out of a magazine. Either way, it was a very nice portrait, even in it's unfinished stage. A lot of people signed up for art club because it's one of the "easier" options, but Tessa knows that Trent has a real respect for art. Due to that fact, she has real respect for him.
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Trent Mitchell
Posted: Mar 2 2011, 07:21 PM


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"Huh? Oh." Trent looks back at the canvas and the half drawn face there. "I'm not sure," he says, reaching into his book bag and producing a magazine, holding it up for Tessa to see. "Swiped this from my sister for ideas. Picture was in it." He drops the mag back down and it folds in on itself as it squeezes into the opening of the bag. Source material forgotten, Trent goes back to work on the drawing and finishes the half face. He slips the pencil behind his ear and takes down the picture and places the other half up on the canvas.

"So... you hang out with Willow, yeah?" Trent asks, pointedly not looking in Tessa's direction as he speaks, remaining intently focused on the task at hand. "Are you, you know, like her?"
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