Clarke puts her canvas aside, happy that one artwork from each student will be chosen to be placed in a small gallery which Polis is funding. She's been informed that a talent scout is going to be present by the time this school year nears its end and said scout may select a favorite work, which then would be placed at an actual gallery where it will be up for sale.
If that talent scout would notice her work it could be a very big step up for her to have a future as an artist. She knows she has two more years to go after this one, which she will do, but it would be nice regardless if she could get noticed already as a starting artist.
"Mister Thompson," Clarke says, smiling at him, relieved to have him back. "I was thinking of making a portfolio to show to the talent scout," she explains, hoping that wouldn't be troublesome. It would only cost the talent scout five minutes or so of their time. "Would you mind looking it through for me once I'm done with it to give me some tips and pointers?"
"That is an excellent idea, Miss Griffin," Mister Thompson answers, smiling back at her. "You created a few pieces which I would recommend photographing to put in your portfolio. Make sure to think out of the box as well, to add pieces which separate you from other artists."
"I will do that, Mister Thompson," Clarke replies, nodding. She is thinking of creating a painting with natural elements, which she would make by creating her own kind of paint. "Thank you," she says, wanting to thank him in advance for being willing to help her.
She walks back to her dorm with a smile on her face and her sketchbook in her hands. It's going to be quite late soon and she has some studying to do before going to sleep. She walks into her room and drops her sketchbook in shock, freezing where she stands with the doorknob still in her hand.
Ontari brings her head up from the girl she was eating out. She licks juices off of her chin and smirks at Clarke with one of her proud cocky smirks.
"Oh... god," Clarke whispers, shaking her head as she wishes she could shake that mental image. She really didn't need to see Ontari naked and see her eating someone out. "Could you just...ugh," she says awkwardly.
Ontari sighs and pulls her blanket up to cover herself and the girl.
With another look Clarke realizes that the girl is more of a young woman. "You could have put a sock on the door or something," she says to Ontari. "Who is that?"
"Clarke, this is Echo," Ontari says, pointing her finger around. "Echo, that's my roommate, the one who's fucking my cousin."
"Ri!" Clarke shouts, appalled. Okay yes, she is fucking Lexa, but that doesn't mean Ontari has to put it so bluntly and what the hell is she thinking having Echo here? "Why is she here?" she asks, gesturing at Echo.
Ontari smiles when Echo brushes her hair aside to kiss her neck. "Echo needs a place to stay for a few days because Roan doesn't want her around anymore," she answers, sighing. "I told her she can stay here until she finds her own place. Once she does, she's going to grab her stuff at my bro's place and move out."
"We're not supposed to let people stay in our room," Clarke says, quite sure there's a strict policy about that. Sure, a lot of students are seeing someone which is fine, but letting Echo crash here for a few days doesn't seem ideal.
"Come on, Clarke," Ontari murmurs. "Don't be difficult about this she's got nowhere else to go. I know Lexa's got space, but I doubt she'd want to get involved more into this than she already has."
"Ugh, fine," Clarke says, groaning. It's probably a tad rude that she's talking about Echo with Ontari while Echo is right here. She doesn't fully agree to the situation, but she isn't heartless either, so she's not going to force Echo to leave.
