arts dept.

@jung chanwoo lisa was well on her way out after spending her day indulged in the fine piece of work that was the field of acrylics. it was a heap of vexation to work with, but it made for some good results so long as the time and dedication was there. all in all, everything lalisa has grown to mix well with; it’d be a mere surprise if ever put to comparison with the hot headed person that she was back then.

with everything in place down from the paintbrushes to the canvas upon easels, and her hands, nonetheless still with smidgens of paint from the war but as clean as they could get— her sights were readily set for home. but first, the exit and a visibly struggling boy. “move aside.” she’d simply add, having her go at the door just wanting to believe that he was playing around for whatever reason.

although the door was as stuck as cement to a brick wall and everything was absolutely real. “wait.. what the . no.” she gawked in disbelief, finally letting the predicament dawn upon her. “hold on, where’s the janitor. this- nah. this can’t be happening.”

@lalisa manoban Chanwoo needing to finish an assignment, stayed late that night not wanting to take it to the house, where there could be any distractions. There were always people there, he had his computer to play games on, and anything else he could find to procrastinate his project was in the art department, where all the tools he needed for the project needed to be.

When Chanwoo got most of his project done and decided to call it a night, he headed out of the room that he was using and headed towards the main exits of the building, most of the lights turned off since there wasn't very many people using the building this late. Having reached the door, Chanwoo grabbed the door handle, tugging it... Only to have the door still shut.

"What?" He mumbled to his self again, before trying to open the door again, only to fail. "You've got to be kidding me."