Pitchellia School of Fine Art ( Jump-In )

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You notice something at your doorstep, it seems pretty ordinary from a distance... You trot slowly over to it noticing it was a tan scroll, it seems quite fancy.. You pick it up and examine the detailed print before trotting back inside to properly examine it. As you open the scroll, a sudden surge of anticipation hits you as you read a logo you have known for quite a few years... You read the text....


Dear Reader,

Your skill and appreciation of art has been noticed by us, you are one of those ponies which our school needs... Please attend our open day at 1:00pm tomorrow, it would be great to see a student like you attend this school of fine art...

Sincerely,
Headmaster Pitch Perfect



Arts Allowed:

Ceramics
Photography/Still Life ( Cameras exist in Equestria )
Wood Work
Sculpting
Playwright
Acting
Writing
Basic Art ( Oils, charcoal, sketch, pastels, etc )
Music ( Any style of music, from Dubstep to Classical )
Pottery
Dance
(Digital Art is NOT on this list because of how computers are only shown in Equestria Girls, which is set around the 21st century )
( If I missed any forms, don't be afraid to ask )

[MrSpyro]

//Is it any kind of art, because I have an OC with a sculpting talent.\\

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(( Pretty much ))

[Act One]

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There is a huge silence in the rental accommodation hallway in which stands a pony with a gob-smacked expression that distorts his usual facial features to that of a ghostly scream. Frozen in that space in the same position for what could seem like a millennia to him, and a few minutes outside his mind, the pony tries to flick his brain back into some momentum. Eyes fixed on the sheet of paper in front of him, and still not being able to recognise the ink written on the scroll, the stallion's focus tries to remember what it had seemed like it had said. His thoughts trail back to analyse the message:
W-wait... Wait a minute. This- This cannot be happening. This letter shouldn't even- It shouldn't even exist, never mind being at this address. Okay, now just think - what is going on here? Just what is it saying?

With his eyes wandering about the room, he then looks closely at the page again. Reading it again, he now tries to collect all the evidence together and come up with a theory.

Okay... Erm, let's think. This document is telling me something about fine arts. It says I need to be somewhere at some place to be accepted. That logo - I know of it! But from where? Hmm... Hang on! I remember now! But I haven't even been anywhere near the grounds... I just got here 2 days ago...

His thoughts transfer from the immediate evidence to thinking about the past 2 days:
Let's see... I got here from Manehatten while on the road for a while now. 1st thing I did, I set up here. I needed food and a change of scenery or to check my surroundings. Got the food for the week, made a hay-and-honey sandwich back here, sorted the belongings from my cart into the room and went out for dinner at a restaurant, since there's no time to cook the meal. Walked there, had to get a table near the window for light. Ordered the wheatballs with spaghetti and Raspberry Mill No.88 to drink with. I got out my notebook while I wait-

That pause came to the only thing in the last 2 days where he even picked up a pencil and a piece of paper. Taking a moment to think through, his thoughts continued on track of sorting out the evidence.
Nah, that notebook had estimates on weekly accountancies, reminders and the odd doodle that let my mind sort out my thoughts onto paper. A jumble of things that weren't "Fine Art" and finished paintings etc. I just did some doodles in the restaurant to pass the time. Then the meal came, ate that quite slowly. Heck the food was cold when I finally finished it amongst the scratches in that book. I ordered another drink, got light-headed, tore a few pages out to reorganise my weekly needs etc.
Then got up, went home and slept. Yesterday was up, get ready to look for work, so I headed to the noticeboard near the settlement's "Town Hall." Picked up lunch on-the-go. Got a job working the Mid-season fair by organising and putting up stalls and equipment. Stayed as part of the pony-dunk event and got soaked. Got paid, came back here, was too tired to eat and kipped until morning, then I came down here, saw a scroll in the doorway and-

He went back into the frozen pose he was in at the start of the current issue with the scroll in hand for a moment. His shoulders then slumped with his sigh, as he took another look at the paper. Then the slate-grey pony searched his bag at the doorway of his own room, of which contained the notebook he had. He then started to talk to himself in his own room.
"Okay, that's still here, so they didn't need to return anything. So how come I'm the only customer renting here, and there just happens to be a scroll here, with no name, no address, there's a seemingly scheduled meeting made for me and I didn't even apply for any position?! It's insane!
Falling on the bed backwards, he notices the date was written by yesterday, and the meeting was ACTUALLY for today. His ears sprung up and he realised the time-scale of the meet-up.
"Oh, come on! Fine! Be like that! He pounds his foreleg into the fluff of his pillow. "The school wasn't that far away. I'll just go there and see what's what. Then I can find out just what the huff all this is about!"

The door to the building slams. A grey haired, long brown maned (with purple highlights) stallion storms out of the building with his saddlebag. Today, Act One is going to find out just exactly what is going on here.

((OOC: I don't know if there's anyone whose a teacher in the classes going to RP here, but my original scale-of-events was that some pony -student or teacher- found the ripped pages, and noticed the "Artist" walk out. They collected the pages and then, by chance, the next day saw him at the Mid-season fair. Either for personality reasons or just not able to get to Act One, they instead left an invite to the school by the door, after tracking him - whether they made the scroll or another pony/teacher did. If there are any other suggestions or if you want to involve yourself in this situation, feel free to post something or let me know.))

[StarrBee]

//would writing. (As in writing stories) be an acceptable talent for this school? I'm not sure if it really counts as a 'fine art'\\

[RuneAlchemist]

//would writing. (As in writing stories) be an acceptable talent for this school? I'm not sure if it really counts as a 'fine art'\\

(( How dare you say that writing isn't an art! What are you doing right now!?
Joking aside, I have a OC perfect for this. Haven't gotten around to posting her anywhere on here yet though. If you don't mind an Artsy, hyperactive Changeling, I'd be more than happy to take part in this little RP. Don't worry, she's not evil. Just a little too curious for her own good sometimes.))

[StarrBee]

((Oh believe me, I definitely think of writing as a fine art! I just know some people who don't and I wasn't sure if in this situation fine art meant performing arts and stuff, so I'm sorry for the misunderstading. In that case though, I'm joining the rp right now! yay! Also quick question, are we allowed pets in this rp?))

Quill Ink stared at the letter dumbfounded. She wasn't sure what she should think. 'A request to go to Pitchellia school?! Equestria's best known school for creative ponies?!' Quill was unable to hold in her squeal of joy. She'd dreamed of going to Pitchellia for as long as she could remember but never expected she would ever be asked to attend their open day!

The young pegasus mare bounced back inside her apartment with the letter.

[Act One]

((OOC: I wouldn't like to say for the author of the RP, and I don't have a problem with writers being in an artistic school. I agree that it's an intricate form of art with words instead of images. The term "Fine Art" does refer to 2D paintings and images that are related to subjects like portraits, landscapes and "still life." it is meant to be as photographic or at least detailed enough to make it realistic - opposing abstract art, which is ranging from morphed shapes and images, to things out-of-place and unusual.
However, in reality, I don't think many big schools in our world would stick to just that and would include other classes, like 3D and Ceramics, textiles and the abstract. Sometimes they use the term "Fine Arts" to refer to the "Finer works of art" at times, however, most classes would be aimed at the realistic images using oils, paints, brushes and such. I don't see why Creative Writing can't be included, but just check again.))

[Jaywo]

The light blue Unicorn filly named Skypaint opened her door and collected the mail. As she walked back into the house, she casually- and telekineticly- sorted through the mail, trashing the flyers, and setting the bills on the kitchen counter table. When all but one letter remained, she saw her name stamped on the front and ripped it open to see what all this was about. Her eyes read along with the words, and when she set her gaze on a single word: "Fine Art".

the whole house shook from the impact of her loud squeal of excitement. "Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh!" She tore through the house searching for her brother. "Crrrrrriiiiiimmmmmsssssooooonnnnn!" She screamed. The red stallion appeared out of his bedroom. "What? Fire? Intruder?" He looked around nervously. Skypaint didn't say anything only squealed as she held up the letter for him to read. Crimson Ace read all the way to where Skypaint had stopped, and he congratulated her. "You better get ready, this place sounds... important." He breathed.

Skypaint squealed all the way to her room and until she closed the door. She found her fancy blazer, and picked out her favorite blue tie, and packed her trunk with blank canvases, doodle scratch pads, countless papers of random drawings, utensils, and drawing books.

The day of the open day, Skypaint trotted cheerfully to the school, barely able to hide her smile as she turned a corner and saw the grand front of the school. It took all her self-control not to run through the double doors, and instead stand outside and wait for other ponies to show their face.. Every second she waited, her doubts grew. What was a pony who was barely a mare, doing at such a pristine academy?

[RuneAlchemist]

((hmmm....Alright. I'm bored. I'ma post whether he wants a changeling or not xP))

Autumn Floret. Earth Pony. Cutie mark, a bundle of Aster Flowers. Coat color, bright yellow with an autumn colored mane that was tied back into an intricate braid with her tail following suit. In her mane, right between her ears was a blue flower, an Aster, and around her neck was a blue scarf. Kind of useless, this time of years but Autumn got cold easily. In fact, she hated the colder months simply for the fact that any temperature below seventy, was freezing to her. Not really much of a problem in her greenhouse, as it was climate controlled all year round.

She was Canterlots resident Florist, hobbyist botanist-

"AAAAAATTTTTTUUUUUUMN!!!!" An excited voice loudly shouted.

- And resident pest control, after all. Autumn's blue eyes shifted from their current task of watering the Lilly's  in front of her, towards the door of the greenhouse.

"In here Aster!" She shouted as she placed the watering can on the ground. She wondered what Aster was so excited about. Aster was normally easily entertained and excitable, but from the way she had shouted, whatever it was must have been important. She didn't have to wait long to find out though.

Another pony, one who had a light blue coat along with deep blue colored eyes with a white, somewhat messy mane with a single plum-colored strand on the side literally almost kicked down the door as she entered. Around her neck, was a heart shaped pendant, and her cutiemark was a paintbrush painting a gold flower.

"AAAAATUMN!!!!" the other mare squealed again. "Omigoshomigoshomigosh!" The mare, Aster, was practically dancing in excitement. Whatever had happened obviously made her happy, perhaps, a bit too happy. "Eee, you'llneverguesswhatIgotinthemailtoday!" She squealed, almost much to fast for Autumn to even comprehend what she was saying.

"Whoa, whoa, Aster dear! Slow down!" Autumn said, in an attempt to calm down her marefriend.

"Can't!" She promptly replied as she began to bounce around the greenhouse."Too excited!"

"Sometimes, I regret helping you..." Autumn grumbled to herself with a facehoof. "Wait, Aster watch out for-!"

As Aster excitedly bounced around the greenhouse, she failed to notice the ladder, bucket, and rather large puddle of water that had been left there yesterday to repair a leaky roof. And she promptly crashed right into it, sending the ladder toppling over, crushing a display of flowers and sending the water filled bucket toppling down onto Aster. Autumn could only flinch as she watched it happen, quickly running over to Aster after the damage was done.

"Aster, are you all right?" Almost before she could even finish her sentence, Aster jumped up with the bucket still on her head.

"I'm more than alright! This is the best thing to happen in the history of forever!" She excitedly squealed for the umpteenth time, now waving a letter around. Autumn took the soaking wet letter and after an excited nod from Aster, she carefully opened it to read its contents.

"huh." She finally replied after awhile. "This is great Aster! Autumn cheerily replied. Aster had wanted to get into this school for awhile now, thought she had never applied until recently when she was sure she was skilled enough. Autumn certainly thought her marefriend was talented with painting, but she wasn't savvy to what was good and what wasn't. She wasn't the artsy time. She was the anti-social flower loving pony who had to be dragged out of the greenhouse by the hooves.

"I know, isn't it! She excitedly squealed, again. Despite the fact that Aster was obviously so excited about this, she couldn't help but to feel more than a little concerned. After all, Aster wasn't exactly a normal pony. She may be a legal resident of Equestria thanks to the Princess, but most were still wary of her so she tried to keep the fact she was a Changeling a secret. "I need to get ready! She gasped, in a sudden realization about the date of the meeting. This was yesterdays mail, after all, which meant the meeting was today. She had to get going or she'd miss it! "By Autumn! Love ya and all that jazz!"

"Wait, Aster! The bucket!" Before she could utter another word, Aster left their home/flower shop and was probably already halfway there judging from how she was acting. Autumn couldn't help but to give a soft smile. She may complain a lot about Aster, but her...perkiness, was one of the reasons she liked that Changeling. She'd clean up the mess herself, Aster deserved to be happy about this.

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Aster bounced happily down the street to her destination, the bucket still on her head and making a rather loud noise as the handle hit the bucket's side. She ignored it of course, the odd looks from the other ponies not fazing her at all. She stopped at the entrance of the place, marveling at the school. This, was going to be the best thing that ever happened to her. Now, if only she had packed something other than a bucket....

((...dang, I need to get back to writing or all my posts are going to end up being this long 
Introducing two more OC"s of mine, Autumn Floret and Aster. Earth Pony and Changeling respectively. No, they're not a couple, before anyone asks. Not in my headcannon anyways xP))

[Jaywo]

Skypaint flinched as the loud clanging of metal against meal sounded. The source of the noise came bouncing down the street toward the school- or her. She couldn't tell. With a loud "Eeep!", Skypaint ducked and moved out of the pony's way.

[RuneAlchemist]

It seemed that she wasn't late. That was good, she had feared that she would be since she didn't open the letter until this morning. She did a happy little jig as she watched a few other ponies mill about. She briefly wondered if they were going to be her classmates, and if she should go say hi to them. Only one way to find out, which was to talk to them. Unfortunately for Skypaint, Aster's gaze settled on her.

"Hi hi!" Aster called out, with a friendly wave as she trotted over to the mare she had almost mowed down on her way here, bucket handle still clanking, albeit a little less nosily since she wasn't bouncing everywhere. Aster had always been fascinated with ponies, it was one reason she had left. "Are you going to be going to class here?" She asked with a friendly, enthusiastic smile. "I am!" She giggled.

[Jaywo]

Feeling the color drain from her face when the half-crazed pony looked at her, Skypaint held back another eep.
"Hie," Skypaint greeted, setting her trunk of supplies next to her. "I am too, aren't you excited?" She released her inner filly, and pressed a big grin.

[RuneAlchemist]

"Hehe, I'm probably the most excited pony here! Aster giggled excitedly. "I'm Aster. I paint. Usually flowers and stuff since I help my friend out at her flower shop! Tried painting her once, but I got put out like a common pest. Talk about a grumpy flank. I though I made her look rather cute in the painting." The tangent was ending with the bucket on her head sliding down her face, causing her to prop it up with a hoof to right it.

"Ooh, this is going to be so exciting, I've been wanting to go here for ages!" She continued, returning to the original point of the conversation, still ignoring the bucket propped on her head.

[Tabbyte]

(( ._. Well.. This RP got popular while I was sleeping. And yes, pets are allowed. Any race is allowed as long as they have a brief understanding of English. Creative writing IS an art and is allowed I will edit the first post so you don't need me to confirm any arts. Basic painting skills such as what you described . ( Fun Fact:) I think there is an art school in Step Up . I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense or I didn't answer your question, I had a bad sleep and now I have a sore neck . I may control most of the teachers too ))


Pitch Perfect trots regally out of the well crafted gates of the school and holds it open for all of the first ponies. She greets them happily as they trot or gallop into the castle-like school littered with sculptures from some of the ponies who have excelled.

[StarrBee]

Quill Ink checked she had everything ready before she lifted herself into the sky and flew towards the school as quickly as she could. Nerves built up inside her but she brushed them aside. She couldn't help but wonder how the school found out about her. Suddenly Quill realised she was going to be late if he didnt hurry up.

She began flapping her wings harder and rushed to the school.

((Ooc: I won't be able to post for a few hours because of actual school ))

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Pitch Perfect's ears perked up as she heard the clanging of the bucket. The turns her head to see Aster with the bucket on her hoof. She grins as she enters the gates.

[Jaywo]

Skypaint ran up to the gate, then walked inside, nodding her head to Pitch Perfect on the way. The inside of the school took her breath away. She had always admired the outside, but this was... "Wow..." The young mare breathed, telekineticly floating her truck beside her as she trotted down the grand hall. Her knees felt wobbly, her jaw dropped open, and she got butterflies in her stomach.

[MrSpyro]

A speckled black and white Earth pony with a curly black mane bounces through the grand hall. "Wow, I've never ever ever expected to be in the bestest school for fine arts ever! Well, it's the only one I've been to, but still, it's the best!"

[Jaywo]

Skypaint ran to catch up with the enthusiastic Earth pony. "Hi, I'm Skypaint, what's your name?" She asked, trotting a little faster to keep pace.