You Have To Be Crazy [OPEN]

[Svetlana Corvin]

An artist was some thing that many claimed to be, but few really were. An artist didn’t just make art, no, to be an artist you had to feel your work of art in your soul. Some people were just good at something and did it, that’s it, no feeling. However, others had to work at their art, practice. This built your character as an artist, and these were the people who would make differences in the world…

An artist was also one more thing though… crazy.

Think about it, all the great artists were slightly off in the head. Shakespeare, Hamlet was odd and depressing, Poe, no explanation needed, Van Gogh, he cut his ear off for Merlin’s sake, Picasso, disturbed, brilliant but disturbed, Emily Dickinson, crazy woman, Mary Shelley, Frankenstein was morbid, Mozart, look at his hair. All these people were amazing at what they did, but they were totally insane!

Svetlana Corvin was an artist, through and through. She had worked her whole life to get her art to where it was now, and it was breath taking. She also had the crazy thing down, I mean just look at her, covered head to toe in tattoos, piercing in strange places, drunk all the time. Yeah, she was an artist alright, and she displayed her art on her body, where else could be better?

After coming to this school Svetty realized how judgmental people could be. At her old school people were used to her, because they knew her when she was slightly normal, then were able to see the progress she made on mutilation herself. But now, people just didn’t get her. Really, she could care less. She was unique, and she wasn’t ashamed of it at all. Svetty loved the way people looked at her, because it was so intriguing to see all the different expressions. Some though she looked cool, some though she was very interesting, and most though she was freaky. Svetty though she was Svetty, nothing more and nothing less, just herself, and she was perfectly fine with that. She didn’t have to be anyone else, she was great.

Svetty decided that she needed a little fresh air when she woke up with a massive hangover at noon. She took a shower, used a spell to dry her hair and put on her eyes makeup, which was the only makeup she wore. She then put on a pair of jeans and a black tank top that said “ROCK N’ ROLL WILL SAVE YOUR SOUL”. She picked up her sketching pad and a pencil and headed out. She felt like sketching something, anything, something that intrigued her. As she walked through she found nothing interesting. Next she tired Rominel, not finding anything there either, until she reached the Old Shack. With a soft smirk on her face she sat down in front of the crooked, broken gate and opened her sketching book, beginning to sketch the dark masterpiece she saw in front of her.

(Short, sorry!)

[Siouxsie Lawrence]

May I?

[Svetlana Corvin]

Of course

[Siouxsie Lawrence]

If there was one thing that Siouxsie didn't like doing, it was sleeping in. Why sleep when you could be doing productive things? Or even non-productive things...which Siou tended to do more. So around eight or nine, Siou got up and showered, put her hair into wet, low pigtails and put a little mascara and eyeliner on. Other than that, Siou preferred to be all natural, make-up wise. She pulled on some torn up, tattered and frayed jeans and a plain gray t-shirt. Slipping on her tennishoes, she grabbed her skateboard and left the dorms, ultimately unsure of where she was going.

The only reason Siou was homesick was because there were absolutely no waves in the Crystal lake and her muggle friends weren't here. She could care less about her parents, or her little brother. The only time they had ever been proud of her was when she was accepted to the Intercontinental School. And she's almost positive the only reason they wanted her to go was because it would get her away from them. They were never on the beach clapping and cheering for her when she was at a surf competition, and they certainly never bought her a board. But Josh on the other hand...he got all sorts of things; a new computer, a cell phone, a new game system. All the lazy boy did was mess with electronics and mooch off his parents. At least what Siou was passionate about got her active. You'd think parents would rather sponsor that!? Siou never understood her parents.

She was an accident. They hadn't planned on having her. They met at a Siouxsie and the Banshies concert, and started dating promptly thereafter. A few months later and Siou came, when they were still dating. They found that as a reason to get married, and when Siou was ten months old they had the wedding. When Siou was nearly seven, the brat boy was born, and then her parents decided that they would become real parents and stop living like hippies.

Whatever.

Siou wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and before she knew it she was standing at the front entrance of Rominel Village. She laughed at herself, and shrugged. It was good enough. She dropped her skateboard to the ground and started rolling, gaining speed and just roaming around. Ever since she got the acceptance letter, she started skating as an alternative to surfing. They had the same mechanics and basics, so she figured skating would hold her over until summer came and she went back home.

She came across an old shack, and she stopped, popping her board up and grabbing it, tilting her head. It didn't look as scary as the rumors had made it out to be. She rolled her eyes, and was just about to drop her board again, when she spotted a girl sitting nearby, sketching. She was covered in tatoos, but Siou didn't think anything of it. Her parents were slightly tatooed, too, and almost all of her beach friends had one. Siou never really thought about getting one, but maybe someday.

"Oh...eh...hello." she said, Australian accent thick in her voice. That was pretty much the only thing from home that stayed with her.