Edward
Shujin would.. Eventually get somewhat accustomed to the place after finding the maps. He quickly discovered how diverse this place was as well.. Music, performing arts, traditional arts... Maybe this place isn't as much of a prison as he first figured. Well, not that prisons DON'T have these things... They're just much nicer and more.. School like than prison. Maybe this is just a fancy private prison system though so they have nicer things? Maybe he just needs to get the idea of this being a prison out of his head in the first place... 

Whatever, either way, as soon as he saw the art studio... Well, he was certainly intrigued. Art is actually something he rather enjoys. It's relaxing, and allows him to express his feelings in ways that other people can somewhat comprehend. That is... Until his hands became next to useless. Now his art is usually all sorts of blobby and messed up. He sees all these amputee artists make great things but he just hasn't gotten the hang of it yet.. Well, better now than never.

He'd sit down with a paintbrush, a few warm colors such as reds, yellows... Well, pink technically isn't but he likes pink so who cares. A nice, thin brush, a medium fan brush and a wide brush will be his instruments today. With a splash of red and a touch of pink to highlight.. Orange and yellow for the background.. Hey, he's getting the hang of it! Maybe his lack of motivation has been holding him back this entire time. Or maybe his luck is just perking back up. Either way, it's looking pretty good. As long as he maintains this pressure.. At least he's not crafting anything. Nails and him don't mix...
Chad
*Inside the art studio was already a boy sitting in the far corner of the room, much like Shujin he too was still adjusting to the new surrounding of campus, he never really thought of it as a prison though, instead just a really fancy prolonged summer camp*

*And what better way to make yourself comfortable than to do your hobby he thought, and to this particular boy, his hobby is puppetry so he send himself to the art room about an hour ago, and began making puppets out of wood*

*In front of him is an array of puppet freshly sculpted and made of wood unpainted, he had make them to look like various figure from a fairy tale a princess,a prince, a king, a unicorn all that pizzas on his arm is one of the puppets he had made, a fairy, with a fresh coat of paint, he is slowly finishing the details of the puppet with meticulous precision*
Edward
Shujin would look over at the other boy.. Watching as his paintbrush glides over the wooden puppets with such a delicacy that he can't help but to feel a bit envious. Even with his own skills.. He wishes he could be restored to his former glory, but these stupid hands...

He'd look down at his paper and crumple it up, he hates this stupid place. He bets that person's power is all about painting. He can't even have something to make him special, stupid fucking luck of all things.. As the painting was ruined he'd get the paint of the roses on his gloves, getting up and tossing the wad of paper and paint in the trash as he made his way to the sink.. Washing his hands of the shame.
Chad
*The young boy noticed the sound of running water as he paints the wooden puppet, he turns around to see Shujin by the sink washing his hands, he doesn't notice any painting in the room though so with curiosity in his mind he finishes painting the puppet and walks beside Shujin in the sink*

"Hey, hey are you here to paint?"

*He figured that since he was washing away paint from his hand then he was painting something, so the boy asks Shujin with a certain gleaming look in his eyes filled with curiosity*

"If so can i see it?"
Edward
"..Why do you care?" He'd immediately retort with a side eye to the boy.. Before realizing how rude that is. He'd sigh.. Flicking some of the water off before grabbing a paper towel and drying off his 'hands'.. He's so used to these gloves being on he doesn't even know the difference anymore. "Sorry.. Just on edge." Taking a deep breath out he'd turn to the guy with crossed arms. 

"It's uh, in the trash." He'd tell him, a blank look on his face. An attitude sparked in his eyes, like that should've been obvious or something..
Chad
"Oh,sorry dude, i just wanted to see someone else paint..."

*The boy's face immediately turn into a frown and scratches the back of his head, he was never one to offend anyone and certainly not over a painting, he looks at Shujin, and asks him another question*

"Why did you throw it away?, did you spilled paint over it?"

*He leans back to the corner of the sink and watches as Shujin washes his hand, his frown ridden face not leaving*
Edward
"I just.. Didn't like it. That's all." Why does this guy care.. He could probably sneeze out whatever the hell he painted.. Why is he being so defeatist anyways? Ugh, weird day. He sees the boy frown from his words though.. Jeez what a pain...

He'd move his hands up his arms before dropping them, rolling his eyes. "Look, I don't have a lot of feeling in my hands so I can't paint like I used to anyways.. If you want to look at it it's in there. It's just nothing noteworthy."
Chad
*The boy walks to the trash bin where the paint is and picks out a crumbled piece of paper, he fixes it and inspect the painting that Shujin had done, he looks over the painting for a few minutes in silence simply looking at it before speaking up*

"I don't know why you don't like it dude, it's a great beginning for a painting, the colors really mixes well with each other!, i don't see how your hands messed it up..."

*The boy was never much of a painter, but he does have an eye for art and design so he comes up with a few words of praise about the admittedly sparse splashes of paint on the paper*

"If you were to keep it up i'm sure it'll turn out great!"
Edward
"..It's nothing like what I used to do." He'd mumble, sighing. He'd look at his hands.. Flexing them by squeezing it into a fist and relaxing it back. Nothing. No feeling.. Whatsoever. 

What is he being so depressing for? Jeez.. Great first impression. Sad, depressing looking dude. Shujin straightened himself out and cleared his throat. "It's whatever, I just got bored. I'm Shujin.. You are?"

Better to introduce himself than to just have this be his first impression...
Chad
"I'm Indrawan In-Duh-Rrrah-Wan, don't worry if you don't know how to pronounce it, you'll get it 
Eventually"

*Indra takes Shujin's hand and swings it up and down, up and down, in what is quite a strong handshake*

"It's cool to meet you dude!, and don't worry about what you used to paint, enjoy the painting you can paint now!"

*Indra thinks about his grandfather's words "It's better to think of the now than to reminisce about the past", as he gives out that piece of advice*

"I'm sure your paintings are still as good as they once was!"
Edward
"In-duh-rrrah-wan... Not too hard." He'd tell Indrawan.. Before his hand is violently swung around by this guy. He wasn't prepared for that at all.. But he tried his best to look dignified about it, gripping his hand back and trying to keep his arm a little stiff so his arm doesn't fly everywhere.

He hates that they're trying to be positive, but that's just people he supposes. "They're not, but it doesn't matter." He continues to shrug it off. He had a moment of weakness, no need to dwell on it.
Chad
"You can call me Indra by the way!, it's what my Opa calls me and what most people calls me too!"

*He releases his arms from Shujin's and walk back beside him, He looks at Shujin's attire for a second with all the fancy accoutrement, and dresses on him and thinks "He must be rich!"*

"So what's your power?, why are you here?" *Indra asks with genuine curiosity in his voice*
Edward
"Oh, your grandpa calls you that?" Shujin knows a little about other foreign languages aside from Japanese, it's just handy knowledge really. "I mean, if you prefer." He shrugged. Personally he'd rather die than have other people call him "Shu" Or "Shuji" Or whatever other embarrassing nicknames his family calls him. Especially since they were definitely making fun of and belittling him.

Shujin is in fact wealthy... Not personally, but the mafia makes good money. His grandfather is the rich one who distributes the wealth, so whatever he gives him is just what he gets. Well, aside from clothes and stuff, he's still a minor so, he gladly doesn't have to take that out of his allowance. 

"My power? Luck." He'd say with an almost sarcastic tone. "Rather I can control luck to a degree... I'm not necessarily lucky myself, considering I landed here. As for why? I stole from some rich assholes and got caught somehow. Simple as that." He doesn't mind telling people why he's here, it makes him feel tough. Makes him feel.. Cool. Better.
Chad
"Woah, That's rad!, stick it to the man! I get you!"

*Indrawan says with words of genuine admiration for the act, he puts his hand to the shape of a fist and gently nudges Shujin's shoulder and thinks about all the thing he can get away if he have the power of luck, particularly if he was better at rolling at gacha games, after that tangential thought he turns to Shujin and asks him another question*

"You wanna know what my power is?"

*Indrawan giggles in anticipation of what Shujin's answer is*
Edward
He can tell this dudes super energetic by now.. He doesn't know why but, maybe it's just his natural state of being. Kinda like his annoying fucking brother. Granted he hasn't seen him in a long while but.. He's probably still suckling on ma's teets for every ounce of love she has. Prick.

"Does your power have something to do with that?" He'd ask, pointing a thumb back over him at the puppets..
Chad
"Mhmm"

*Indrawan nods as an answer before closing his eyes as he does so the puppets sitting behind him suddenly sprung up to life!, they all one by one marches to where Shujin and Indrawan is, after which they started to perform a little dance each as Indra starts clapping and tapping his foot along to give a beat to the performance*
Edward
...Woah. Creepy.

Well, it's cool too. He's just being critical again. But at least they aren't talking. He's.. Kinda into it though. Actually he's super into it. He's always loved cute things and this is kinda right up his alley.. Except it's real! Tangible joy!

He'd nod his head along subtly to the beat, smiling very slightly. He could get along with this guy if he can see more of this.
Chad
*Indrawan starts whistling along with the clapping and feet tapping and the puppets starts to dance even more energetically as Indra start to pick up the tempo with jumps,twirls and even back flips!, they all dance until Indra's whistling reaches a climax and they all starts bowing, Indra opens his eyes and the puppets starts to flop down again and returns to their regular inanimate selves he does a quick bow after the performance.*

"Well, whacha think?"
Edward
"..Pretty cool, Indra."

That's probably the best compliment you'll get out of him, unfortunately. He really does admire this ability.. And he can only imagine how useful the ability would be in the mafia. Small, unassuming puppets with knives to climb up opposing gang's backs, stabbing them right in the jugular.. Or tiny spies waiting in silence for the right time to strike.

He'd smile at the thought, of being that useful to his family and himself. Cheap poker tricks only get you so far after all. But... It's cute too. In an innocent way. He's certain that Indrawan has never used his powers in the shifty ways he came up with.
Chad
"Thank's dude!, i worked hard on these"
*Indrawan goes to pick up the fallen puppets and slowly sets them atop a nearby table, he gently gives each one a pat in the head before turning back to face Shujin again*

"Yo, i just got this great idea, what if you help me with painting these dolls, you don't have to worry about messing them up, you'll just have to do the basic painting and i'll cover for your mistakes!"

*Indrawan looks at Shujin with puppy dog eyes, practically begging for him to say yes*
Edward
He also admires how kindly he takes care of the puppets.. He puts so much detail into them, not to mention he probably tucks them in at night and kisses them on the forehead. Fuck he probably would too if he had puppets that cute. 

"..Why me?" He'd ask, almost taken back by the offer. Why would someone want him to help with their passion project? He's like. The least passionate person he knows. Maybe this guy just hasn't met many other people yet.. Or he has and he knows how badly they suck, so he's their only option.
Chad
"Because you're here and it'll be fun my guy!"

*Indrawan gives Shujin a nudge by the side of his arm, his cheerful not leaving, he seems very excited to just hang out with Shujin even if Shujin himself is hesitant*

"Come on man, you don't got nowhere else to be do ya?"

*His puppy dog eyes continue to stare into Shujin's, he really wants to spend the time with him*
Edward
He'd roll his eyes with a sigh.. No, he doesn't have anywhere else to be or anything better to do. Besides.. Maybe he can paint whatever he wants? Nah. Too optimistic. Maybe later though. Besides.. This guy's eyes will probably bust wide open if he rejects him. Jeez... Look at the way they bulge out like a mutt.. 

"I suppose I don't. Fine. I'll help you. Under the condition I can paint one puppet how I want it to be painted."

Simple enough request to him.
Chad
"Awesome!, take some of these"

*Indrawan takes some pail of paint and and brushes and drops them over to Shujin's arm, he does the same to himself, and begins painting*

"You can paint the Unicorn in what color you want i won't mind"

*Indrawan states while adding color to the puppet of a prince*
Edward
He'd set down the paints and such.. Very careful with how he arranges them and his brushes. Red to violet in order, brushes from small to large except for his main two brushes, which are a large brush and a small, detail brush. 

Looking over at the unicorn.. His eyes wander around the room for a moment before he starts painting it carefully... As if he's trying to remember something and paint it on the unicorn...
Chad
*Indrawan much like before paints very finely over the puppet's wooden surface, although only doing the basic coloring and not any intricate detail, Indra's hands are very careful to not add too much paint on the surface, as he does so he takes a frequent look over behind his shoulder to see what Shujin was doing*

*He hums a little tune, "Potong Bebek Angsa" An old lullaby from Indonesia that he's fond of as he paints*
Edward
Shujins painting the unicorn... Black? No not just a dark gray.. He paints the hooves white, with a gradient leading towards the body. The hair yellow.. Fading lighter only to sharply jut off to black. He even gives it a... Cutie mark? And small blotches on its back... How cute...
Chad
*Indra takes notes of the colors that Shujin uses for the unicorn with great delight, he always enjoyed seeing people pour out their creativity over a piece, and seeing Shujin paying so much attention to detail as he paints, does wonders to his heart, soon enough he finishes painting the prince and walk over towards Shujin and his ~~ponysona~~ unicorn*

"Duuuuude this Unicorn looks sick"

*He says complimenting the work Shujin has done*
Edward
Shujins smiling a bit as he paints his little goth child. He hasn't bothered with this stuff in years.. Just never really had the time, he supposes. Like, he's always working, doing shit for the mafia.. It's a bummer really. But this.. This is nice. 

He'd look to Indra as he walked over and complimented his work.. Which only inflated his ego about how good this made him feel. "Well of course it does.. I made it as a reflection of me after all!" The fact he's projecting himself onto a unicorn can be considered.. Odd but he seems to be having fun none the less.
Chad
*Indrawan smiles as Shujin exclaims his reasoning for the unicorn's paint job how nice to pour all of yourself into a piece of art he thought to himself*

"Glad you like painting it, my dude, i knew you'll come around to painting eventually, and yeah the paint job is really good, i don't know why you worry so much about messing it up"

*Indrawan gives out genuine words of compliments towards Shujin, in hopes that he'll continue to paint with him in the future*
Edward
"I used to paint a lot when I was younger.. Just ever since my hands got fucked up I kinda dropped it." He'd casually explain with a shrug. He would tell Indrawan that he was jealous but.. Well, why the hell would he embarrass himself like that? Moments of weakness, they simply pass him by.

He added a few more details to it before gently setting the Unicorn Shujin down. He looks rather content with his creation. "I don't care if I mess up, by the way." He corrects, "Nobody else knows unless I make it obvious. I just get sick of doing it sometimes."
Chad
"That's awesome dude, you shouldn't worry to much about messing up, everyone does them even me!"

*Indrawan gives out a few more words of encouragement towards Shujin before turning his back and grabbing the half finished puppet prince*

"Here look at what i painted!"

*Indra shows off the puppet that he had painted, it's clear that although there only a few layers of paint have been painted on top of it, and it's not quite finished, Indra had taken good care to paint it well, but there are some splotches of paint here and there that show off that he did make a few mistakes, probably made when he turn around to see what Shujin was doing*
Edward
Ha. Like he'd ever be worried about messing up in this place. A slap on the wrist is nothing compared to a new scar. It almost makes him laugh at how he thinks he can't handle making mistakes... Fuck this whole unicorn could be a mistake and he'd never know! Shujin relishes in his triumph over the common man, knowing that his harsh life has bettered him.

Now that Shujin's on his ego trip, he is immediately humbled by Indrawan's delicate painting. Shujin knows how to paint don't get me wrong but.. Nothing like that. His art has always been bold with few intricate details. Big splotches made up flowers, and backrounds have crude colors with large strokes of the brush.. He'd sigh, reminding himself just because he has a different style doesn't make him inferior to Indra.

"Yeah, Indra. It's really nice." He'd tell him with a fake smile, though it's a good imitation of one.
Chad
"Thanks my dude, i put a lot of effort into it"

*Indrawan response the fake smile with one of his own a genuine friendly smile with no hint of malice to it, he doesn't sense any bad will from Shujin either and accepts his smile and compliment fully*

"I'll probably finish the rest later in the day for now you wanna hang somewhere else?"
Edward
He'd shrug. "Nah, I'm all tuckered out. I'll probably go take a nap." Shujin would tell Indra... Holding out a slightly hesitant fist bump. "Glad to make a friend here though. I have a feeling lucks finally on my side, Indra." 

He's.. Never really had friends before. Not real ones anyways... Ones that praise him and don't give him shit about messing up. Not that he messes up often of course!! Ugh. Whatever.
Chad
*Indrawan gives an enthusiastic fist bump to Shujin, another friend acquired! He thought to himself, he's glad that in this strange new place he's in so far away from home that he could share his hobbies with*

"Anyways that's cool, we could hang out later if you want, we could even make it a date!"

*Indrawan jokes with Shujin trying to make him feel comfortable*
Edward
"..No thanks." He.. Didn't really pick up on the joke. "Just a friend thing." 

He'd get up and leave with a pep in his step though.
Chad
"Oh no, i was just joking" *Indrawan follows and exits the art studio closing it as he makes his way out*

===End Scene===