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[LANA ADRIENNE CAVANO]

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Her friends would say that Lana was rather boring a lot of the time, because she liked to spend a lot of time on her own in places like this. However, she simply enjoyed art. She enjoyed the process of creation of art, even if she couldn't exactly do it herself. Sometimes she cursed herself for having no particular talent, it made it hard to pick a hobby or a career, but for now she had already pre-made art and would enjoy it. Moving some of her bangs off her face, Lana entered the museum of art. She had been here a number of times, but each time it didn't get any less tedious. Because every time she looked at a painting she could always notice something new ... something different about it that she hadn't before, and it was a rather thrilling thought.

Lana moved slowly, taking her time. This also gave her time to think about things. About her family, about her friends. Really, she as lucky to have the people in her life that she did, but she had this dread in the pit of her stomach that they just wouldn't accept her if she was herself, and that thought kind of made her sad. They were supposed to love her no matter what. But she knew that she couldn't take the expression on her dad's face if he found out that what she wanted for him was not what she wanted. He wanted a picket fence life for her, husband, kids, nice car, enough money. But Lana herself didn't want a husband ... she wanted someone softer, with curves and a smooth, soft face. She licked her lips at the thought of the one kiss she had shared with a girl. It was much better than any she had shared with a man.

Her green eyes looked at one of the very large paintings, it covered about half the wall, and the detail in it always astounded her. She wondered how long it took to create such a masterpiece. She knew that there was a painting as old as this one, just smaller, in her parents library. They had bought it at an auction, and as much as Lana's parents wasted their money on nonsense, she didn't think that that painting was a waste of money. Walking closer to it, she let her eyes roam around the canvas, her fingers itching to touch even though she knew she couldn't. As much as the museum was a place to think, it was also a place to forget about her worries. She could spend a lot of time here.

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THANKS KAY

[MADELEINE SIMONE TALLULAH]

It was one of the few classes that Maddy actually adored, though nobody would ever know that. Her father had sneered when she presented him with her class schedule for this semester, blatantly ‘wondering’ just what an art appreciation and history course was doing in her curriculum. She had had to explain that she needed the credits, college wanted her to be well-rounded, etc etc. He wasn’t pleased, but if that was what it took to get her her degree, he would put up with it. So here she stood, in front of a beautiful painting, trying to do her own take on it. The orca tried to tune out the world, her sketches flying over the pad in her hands, fingers twitching quickly, taking in tiny details, crouching to get closer or moving farther away to take in the whole. Abstractly, distantly, she made a mental note of a girl taking a particularly long time to look at Maddy’s painting. Well, it wasn’t hers, per se, but it was the one she was focused on.

She just stood there, this semi-blissful, intent look on her face, right where Madeleine wanted to be. The shifter waited, she tried to be patient. But she just… wasn’t. ’Excusez-moi, could you please move? I am attempting to finish a project.’ A small gesture followed, her sketchbook used to emphasize the point. She nibbled on the end of her pencil, looking at the small brunette, still waiting. Occasionally, the orca’s rudeness surprised people. But when she was on a mission, she had no thought for common courtesy. Especially at a moment like this, when her passion and her schooling collided, the woman had no boundaries. Not even for a young woman who had an eye for the art before her. The look that came over the girl’s face though, made Maddy actually pause for a second, almost feeling bad. ’I… apologize for my sharpness. Simply trying to get this done while I’m still on a roll.’ In sort of a peace offering, which Maddy never did, she held out the book at an angle, offering the brunette a view of the incredibly detailed drawing she was working on. ’See? A spin-off. All the details, and the lack. It’s more difficult to manage than I might have thought. Do you…’ she said, trailing off with a little hand gesture, lacking the word she wanted, ’…art?’ A slim eyebrow arched, hoping that the woman was smart enough to understand just what she was attempting to ask.