LOST IN STEREO!

[kaitlyn rodriguez]

"YEAH?! WELL FUCK YOU, ASSJERK!"

...wow. That, rather loud voice, belonged to a rather small, fifteen year old female, who was currently trying her absolute hardest to not lash out at the person in front of her. The guy was picking on her and had annoyed her so much that she'd finally plucked up the courage to yell in his face and call him an 'assjerk'. She would have called him an 'asshole', but she figured that, that word wouldn't really do his pathetic excuse for existance as much justice as she would have preferred. His was a mean, fugly, wily snake, who looked at the younger female as though she were a piece of meat.. or worse. So far, she'd spent the better part of her morning trying to ignore the male, but after the last comment about her, the brunette had finally flipped her lid and yelled. Something that she didn't usually do, unless she was with Lucille; her cousin.

Picking up her bag and storming out of his view, Kaitlyn Rodriguez brushed her hair out of her eyes and made her way over to the studio. Her art teacher had informed her that she needed to create a self portrait of herself using mirrors, and where else to get a self portrait using mirrors? Why, the studio of course; it was full of mirrors! What a wonderful idea. Hurrying off in the other direction, the fifteen year old freshman skipped over two bags that were just laying on the floor and tried her best to not collide with one of the female teachers as she did so. Twitching her nose to one side, Kaitlyn shoved open the doors to the inside of the school, with her shoulder and turned left, still headed towards the studio - she hadn't been here long and she already knew where each seperate class, actually was. Maybe this had something to do with the fact that she had two older cousins here.

Eventually; she reached to the studio, again shoving the doors open with her shoulder before looking over it to make sure that no-one had followed her to annoy her. Seeing that no-one had, the freshman crossed to the middle of the room and dropped her bag to the floor; moving to one of the mirrors and pushing back her hair to survey the damage that had been done last night. The stone had struck her in the head pretty hard and whilst she was known for being able to take a beating; Kaitlyn, unfortunately, had ended up flat on her back and unconcious last night. Gingerly, she touched the soft skin around the wound area then dropped her hair back into place and moved to get her bag. Now she just needed to get into a position where she would be comfortable and could see herself from all angles. The corner seemed like a good place to go to, so she went there and sat down with her legs crossed and her bag by her side. Slender fingers worked into the bag, pulling out a sketch book and a tin box full of specialist pencils. She selected one and set to work.

Occasionally her head would come up from the paper to the mirror; studying her face in it for several moments before moving back to the paper and sketching away. Though, twenty minutes later her legs started to ache and she shifted her position, laying down on her stomach and looking at the paper carefully; lips pursed together. Kaitlyn wasn't so sure that it looked like her. "Hrm, self portraits are hard." The canadian mumbled to herself, unaware of a person entering the studio. Crossing her short-clad legs at the ankles, the young female put her feet up in the air slightly and swayed them from side to side as she looked between the mirror and the paper. A few moments passed before her legs were lowered back to the ground and her hair pushed out of her eyes. "Gah! This sucks." She mumbled, reaching to tear off the piece of paper from the sketch book.

[devin mackenna reese]

i feel you so close
a step from my arms

It was the afternoon and Devin had just finished her academic classes which she didn't see the point of honestly since the only thing she wanted to succeed in was dance so why bother with maths, english and all that other jazz. Never the less she had no choice in this, she had to take the subjects just to keep her place here. Sure she got in on her dancing talents but in the end the other education is still important or so they say. Making her way to the lunch hall as she liked to call it, Devin glanced around to see if she could see anyone she was particular close to but as per usual nobody was there. She was pretty sure they'd all be hanging around somewhere else and forgot to tell her yet again. Sometimes it made her wonder if they actually liked her or whether they were just friends with her so she didn't feel like such a loner within the school. She wasn't exactly alone when she arrived here having her best friend with her, however making other friends was a task in itself. Devin managed it in the end but she also managed to aquire quite a few snotty enemies too or people that generally didn't like the way she acts around the school.

Perching herself down on a bench in the lunch room Devin drifted off into her own thoughts wondering if she'd ever find anyone she knew. When suddenly something whacked her straight on the head. Insitinctivly raising her hand she caught what hit her in a single movement and brought it down to her eye line. A friggin apple of all the things these kids could throw they pick an apple, well at least it wasn't a liquid that she was thankful for. Twisting her head back she saw the person who threw said apple and threw a sly smirk in their direction before taking a small bite of the apple. Thanks asshole. You just gave me an idea." She then exclaimed before standing up and heading in the direction of the studio with her new sense of inspiration. It took a little longer than anticipated for Devin to actually get to the studio purely because the knock on the head was abit too hard and had managed to make her what you could call slightly woozy, maybe even a little dizzy too. So her walking was off balance not that anyone would notice a difference since she used to skip to classes as it was, so almost falling off balance wouldn't cause a fuss. When she finally approached the door of the studio , she heard voices well more specifically a voice, only one saying "Hrm, self portraits are hard." What the hell did self portraits have to do with the studio, then again there were mirrors which would help when you have to draw yourself. Pushing the door slightly ajar, Devin made her way inside as quietly as she could. It looked like right now she wouldn't be able to practice said idea that the bump on her head had given her.

"Gah! This sucks." the now apparent girl exclaimed as Devin made her way into the centre of the room to take a better look at what apparently sucked. Tapping her foot slightly as not to startle the girl before she spoke. A small smile played at the corner of her lips. "It doesn't suck, its better than anything I could do." Devin then stated quietly chucking her bags to the side of the room and removing the apple from her pocket and aiming it for the bin which was situated near the door.

Tag: kaitlyn
Word Count: 615
Listening To : i gotta feeling
Notes: short sorry
Status: done

[kaitlyn rodriguez]

This was more than just a little frustrating for the fifteen year old female as she lay on the floor, looking at the mirrors; sure she could see herself, but that wasn't the hardest part. The hardest part was actually drawing herself, though so far she hadn't done too badly. Then again, all she had was a couple of lines and the pencil outline of the shape of her face. Kaitlyn figured that it was probably more than she would have, if she had decided to use the bathroom, rather than the studio. At least in the studio there were mirrors which were big enough to see your whole face, and not just part of it, like the bathroom ones. This was probably only one of the reasons she was happy to draw here.

Twitching her nose to one side, Kaitlyn placed her pencil against the paper again, sketching the outlines of her eyes; using four more lines to help her get the shape correct. Unaware of the female presence just entering the domain of the art studio, Kaitlyn sketched on, occasionally looking up at her reflection in the mirror to check that she was doing to right thing. As she got into it, it didn't look too bad, in fact it kind of looked like her - not that it shouldn't, really; it was a self-portrait afterall. The brunette stopped brushing her pencil across the page as soon as she heard the quiet footsteps behind her; first thought being 'shit, they found me', before realising that the footsteps were too light and quiet to be that of a male, therefore - they must be female. Possibly Lucille...

Kaitlyn's breath caught in her throat, this could prove to be potentionally problematic, if it was. Holding the pencil about an inch from the paper, the freshman froze and chewed on the inside of her lip as the footsteps grew closer and stopped, right next to her. There was a little tap on the floor, and whilst she had known that there was another person now in the studio, Kaitlyn couldn't help but to jump slightly at the noise. It doesn't suck, its better than anything I could do. The voice didn't register in her mind as un-recognisable for the moment, it was stuck on auto-Lucille. The girl then chucked her bag across the room and tossed something into the trash can, Kaitlyn continued to stare at her paper, chewing her lip. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a pair of feet. Then, very slowly, she allowed her eyes to travel upwards, until she hit the face, stopping there. Good.

It wasn't Lucille; it was someone else. Twitching her nose again, Kaitlyn looked down at her sketch book and then back up at the female, who she figured must be older. "Uh," The artist started, clearing her throat with a little cough before she continued. "...thanks?" It wasn't everyday that someone complimented her work. "D-d-did you want me to l-l-leave..?" The studio wasn't her place; the art room was, Kaitlyn figured that this girl must be one of the dancers and that she was intruding her personal space - working space, rather. "I-i-if you have, uhh, practise." The younger girl asked, looking back up at the female for a few seconds before pushing her hair back.