swampishpetrichor
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Alaska Skye Burnes || On Campus || Feeling: Frantic
Alaska could just have a panic attack right then and there, in the hallway in front of a swirl of students. A bucket of royal blue paint was in her hand, and it was opened. She was holding two other paint cans. There was a beige, and a deep brown. She picked up her walking pace. Right now, she wore an oversized white box tee shirt that held small little paint splatters from working on art projects, with a short black smock tied over it, and olive green utility shorts, the pockets full of paintbrushes of different kinds, sizes. They all had an array of stains from previous paintings. On her feet, she wore some worn black TOMS, which she wore often since she didn't really care about them much. Her dirty blonde hair was held up in a high ponytail. She weaved through all of the college students, and she caught some looks from admirers, and past muses. But, it was alright she didn't really bother anyone. She was spacing off, and then... wham! She bumped into a chest, and was sent backwards.
The artist opened up her eyes, and blue paint was splashed on her smock, left leg, and hands, and a person she bumped into. Her bright blue eyes opened wide and she looked at the person in front of her. Alaska saw it was a boy about her age, and she had seen him in one of her obligatory classes like English. She picked up the paint cans, and shoved her paintbrushes securely back in her pocket. The boy was actually quite attractive, and her jaw would've dropped if her mouth wasn't wide open from the mishap just right now. Alaska scooted up to him and she laughed. "Listen." She whispered quietly as she grabbed his paint-stricken hands. "Be my muse for a project, I'll make it up to you. Promise." Alaska said normally, and the hallways cleared, and she winked a blue eye which was brought out with some of the royal blue paint on her face. Alaska picked up her paint cans, and a janitor came, and started to clean up. "Sorry, man. C'est la vie." She apologized.
She apologized to them both, the janitor and the boy she bumped into. She just couldn't put her finger on what his name was. She would figure out soon enough. The artist held out her hand to him, and helped him up with a grunt, and walked forward, gesturing for him to follow. "Sorry about that." Alaska smiled sheepishly at her actions, and shifted the paint cans in her hands. "I feel like part of the Blue Man Group, without the music and awesome show." Alaska joked and flicked her ponytail to the side, which surprisingly got no paint in it. She turned her head to the boy, and laughed sheepishly. "Can I get you a coffee, or something. My treat." She added. "Sorry, sorry, this sucks. I know." Alaska really felt bad, and she sighed, holding the heavy paint cans tighter to her chest. She looked forward. There was a brief pause of silence between them, and they just walked through the hall, headed out since it was the end of the school day. "I'm Alaska, by the way." She greeted.
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