Honey_B
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OOC: This thread will explore the evolution of a relationship between a nude model in a figure drawing class and an art student in attendance. Initially the two characters will be seperated by their roles. The artist is there to learn technique, the model to make a quick dollar. Over a series of classes, an attraction grows without a word being spoken. Who knows what happens from there.
Bernadette Pierro has dark hair and eyes that reveal her Italian heritage. She's got a darling little figure as her mother always tells her, but she often hides it behind shapeless dresses or overalls. A freshman in college she is about to attend her first life drawing class.
I shall need someone to take up the part of the model.
Bernadette walked into the empty studio. Not a soul was there yet. Not surpising considering she was twenty minutes early. She considered her choice of seats carefully. Near the stage or in the back? No way did she want to be up front. Not for her first life drawing class. In the back, she'd be under the instructor's scrutiny. She chose a easel in the middle ranks.
She sat down and opened her portfolio, taking out a fresh pad of newsprint, which she set upon the easel. They would be working in charcoal to start so she got out several sticks and set them on the tray. She always broke several whenever she sketched, especially if she was nervous. The black material stuck to her moist fingers and she pulled out a cloth to keep the smudges from her work. Bernadette looked up as other students began to file into the classroom. To her chagrin, none of them looked nearly as nervous as her. She pushed her glasses back up to their proper place on the bridge of her nose and waited for the intructor.
He came in wearing the same clothes he had worn during Introduction to Drawing. Professor Davis always wore black. She tried to focus on the introductory lecture, about what techiniques they would use. All the while, she kept one eye on the door where the model would surely appear. Finally, Professor Davis ended his statements and introduced their subject.
Bernadette Pierro has dark hair and eyes that reveal her Italian heritage. She's got a darling little figure as her mother always tells her, but she often hides it behind shapeless dresses or overalls. A freshman in college she is about to attend her first life drawing class.
I shall need someone to take up the part of the model.
Bernadette walked into the empty studio. Not a soul was there yet. Not surpising considering she was twenty minutes early. She considered her choice of seats carefully. Near the stage or in the back? No way did she want to be up front. Not for her first life drawing class. In the back, she'd be under the instructor's scrutiny. She chose a easel in the middle ranks.
She sat down and opened her portfolio, taking out a fresh pad of newsprint, which she set upon the easel. They would be working in charcoal to start so she got out several sticks and set them on the tray. She always broke several whenever she sketched, especially if she was nervous. The black material stuck to her moist fingers and she pulled out a cloth to keep the smudges from her work. Bernadette looked up as other students began to file into the classroom. To her chagrin, none of them looked nearly as nervous as her. She pushed her glasses back up to their proper place on the bridge of her nose and waited for the intructor.
He came in wearing the same clothes he had worn during Introduction to Drawing. Professor Davis always wore black. She tried to focus on the introductory lecture, about what techiniques they would use. All the while, she kept one eye on the door where the model would surely appear. Finally, Professor Davis ended his statements and introduced their subject.