Yeah whatever. [ and on that he will walk right the fuck out. The next day he replenishes the butter and the jam. Sadly, it's cheap crap but the thought is there. ]
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[ some more time later and Matt is on the way back to the halls with a McDonald's for his gourmet dinner. Trouble is when he gets there the building is locked off and surrounded by troubled looking staff holding paperwork and talking about contractors. ]
[Nate is also less than excited. But he just turns to leave to find out where's he's being put up and who he's stuck with. He instantly regrets that choice because ignorance was bliss.]
You're the one with the stick up your ass, mate. I tell it like I see it, that's all. And don't worry, I'll go to the office, get them to room me somewhere else. Wouldn't want to disturb your art and all that.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. [Reluctantly, he heads inside with Matt. They tell them to be quick but don't keep them from heading in.
Nate heads for his room, leaving the door open and immediately feeling his chest tighten. The piece he was working on is entirely ruined, soaked in the spot on the floor he had left it, propped against the wall to dry.]
Fuck... [He mutters before going to grab a back and stuff some clothes into it. His motions are more intense, angry, upset. He was proud of that piece.]
[ Matt's room is... right by Nate's. Hmm, okay maybe that explains a lot about the loud noise. There's not too much he's bothered about, grabbing a couple of tshirts and the pile of sheet music up into a folder. His cheap keyboard thankfully safe in its padded case, which he slings over his shoulder before heading back to the corridor and mooching on into Nate's open door.
It's then he sees the damaged painting, but it isn't the damage he sees, it's straight past that. ]
Fuck did you do that? [ Hi he's here, he wasn't invited. ]
No but the shit you did with colour here is special, man. Really, Nate. [ What, he's no artist, he doesn't know shit but he knows he likes it, and so when he's shown more he moves over with clear interest, mouth a little slackjawed as he sees some of his work. ]
Jesus you know your shit. I mean that's like some museum sort of level, right? [ It's probably not, but its fair to say Matt is impressed. ]
So this is the stuff you want to do then? Like for a job?
[He gets more and more uncomfortable as this goes on. He's still really new at anything art related at this level. And he's nowhere near ready to be a professional.]
Yeah, that's the idea. Probably won't work out but I've got to try.
[He shrugs, finally finding a bag for his art supplies and packing them away.]
Yeah, think so. [He's...not grabbing that water damaged painting. He closes the closet to try to protect the rest of them. Tugging his bag over his shoulder, he gives Matt a tight sort of smile.]
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Fine. Whatever.
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~~~
[ some more time later and Matt is on the way back to the halls with a McDonald's for his gourmet dinner. Trouble is when he gets there the building is locked off and surrounded by troubled looking staff holding paperwork and talking about contractors. ]
What's going on?
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Sorry, what? Like a water pipe? Fuck, I've got-! [His paintings, though...]
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You're all being put in temporary acomodation. Dorm rooms. There's a list on the wall. [ The guy responds vaguely ]
Dorm rooms? Like sharing?
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You've got to be fucking kidding me...
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Guessing you're Nathan Jones.
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Bloody rotten luck. [He grumbles under his breath.]
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Yeah, you do that.
[prick]
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[ HUFFFFFF ]
Look do you need to get in there and get any stuff?
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Come on, they've got to let us in to pack a bag, even if the place is fucked.
[ And they try and do(?) get let in?? ]
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Nate heads for his room, leaving the door open and immediately feeling his chest tighten. The piece he was working on is entirely ruined, soaked in the spot on the floor he had left it, propped against the wall to dry.]
Fuck... [He mutters before going to grab a back and stuff some clothes into it. His motions are more intense, angry, upset. He was proud of that piece.]
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It's then he sees the damaged painting, but it isn't the damage he sees, it's straight past that. ]
Fuck did you do that? [ Hi he's here, he wasn't invited. ]
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What? What are you-? What, that? Yeah. Fucking disaster that it is now.
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You painted this? [ He feels the need to ask again because it's hard to believe. ] Nate you're fucking talented this thing is ace.
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Thanks. It was just something I wanted to try out. That style isn't really my norm. I'm more-- Here.
[He opens his closet and it's just...full of small canvases of various paintings. Whoops.]
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Jesus you know your shit. I mean that's like some museum sort of level, right? [ It's probably not, but its fair to say Matt is impressed. ]
So this is the stuff you want to do then? Like for a job?
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Yeah, that's the idea. Probably won't work out but I've got to try.
[He shrugs, finally finding a bag for his art supplies and packing them away.]
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You got everything?
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Guess we should go see where they're sticking us.
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Like fuck you are. [ And he'll proceed to go over and grab it for himself because hell no you aren't. ]
Didn't your ma ever tell you not to be wasteful? You're keeping it.
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