<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/fa43/i/2015/123/9/4/blood_smirk_by_omupied-d29fz0p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keiran Sloan<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Fae Artist<br/><strong>Date and time:</strong>September 26th, 8:00 AM<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Music room (http://wallup.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/10/323436-anime-piano-classroom.jpg[/URL)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White button-up shirt (stained with paint), black jeans and converse.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Headed towards Liliana.<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>Keiran wasn't exactly worried about his things.  All the stuff he really cared about were in the backpack he carried with him at all times.  Granted, it was a lot of brushes and carefully prepared paints and he didn't really have a canvass to draw on, but that was the easy part, as far as he was concerned.  Keiran didn't really care what he was painting, be it a nice, white canvass, a wall or a nice, bit tree in the woods.  If the urge struck him hard enough, he'd figure out what to do.  He had a few cutting boards at home that had become impromptu canvases, most of which were set up on the wall and replaced with clean ones.  Once, his father had used one as a cutting board regardless and to diffuse the resultant tension, his mother had gone and set up canvasses in each room.<br/><br/>So, he knew some of his things were being delivered to the dorms, but that stuff was less important.  After wandering past the meeting hall where the others were, Keiran found himself meandering around the school in search of the art room.  In a sense, he was headed the right direction, going towards the art wing of the castle, but the exact direction wasn't quite right.  He was actually headed closer to the music rooms right now, passing by the band room and getting closer to the choir room.  The acoustics were good enough to keep noise pollution from interfering with adjacent classrooms, but there was a certain voice carrying angelically down the halls.  Keiran wasn't sure what it was at first, but an undeniable beauty caused his iridescent red eyes to water.<br/><br/>He wasn't going to the art room anymore.  He knew exactly where he needed to be.  Wherever that voice was coming from.<br/><br/>Continued in:  https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=275947.0