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May 20, 2008 17:39:05 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on May 20, 2008 17:39:05 GMT -5
(CLASSROOM DESCRIPTION, everyone please read so you have an idea of the setting)
The art classroom is extremely large and one whole wall is a huge window, overlooking the verdant expanse of the courtyard and crystalline lake. The room is welcoming and comfortable, the lighting casting a warm glow over the accomodation in a perpetual summer twilight, and long, rectangular wooden tables form the area where students sit.
So many interesting and exotic artifacts adorn the room, both as decoration and to be used as inspiration and models during the course. Tribal masks and feathers, ornate silk patterns, statues, treasures from forgotten races, and the occasional holy relic where just a few of the objects adorning the art room.
At the front of the room sat the desk of the instructor and school'd vice headmaster, Drayden Devreigh. Instructor Devreigh's desk is tidy as always, only adorned with by a few writing utensils and a stack of course papers.
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May 23, 2008 11:16:22 GMT -5
Post by arianna on May 23, 2008 11:16:22 GMT -5
The door opens slowly, just enough to let Irian poke his head through and glance about with his bright gaze. Not immediately seeing anyone in the room, he slips in past the door, shutting it gently behind him. He moves with a silent grace born of instinct and years of practice, stepping to one of the long tables and dropping his bag upon it with a dull thud. Irian doesn't yet sit, though, fascinated by the items placed in every corner of the room, and he is drawn closer to the walls, looking them over with wide blue eyes. Despite his fascination, he keeps one eye on the door, watching for other students or the teacher to come in.
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May 26, 2008 21:17:01 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on May 26, 2008 21:17:01 GMT -5
"Aww man, this sucks," Zephaniah mumbled, moving into the art room with a few other students and sitting at the table with the bag on it. His long, black and white tail flicked about slightly, and his matching, cow-printed feline ears dropped.
Aw....he couldn't believe he had missed lunch...all because he had fallen asleep in the courtyard. His body had to go used to the school schedule again...normally his biological clock would never let him miss a meal...
He'd have to wait until dinner now....
Well, there was no use in whining about it now.
Ears pricking back up, the maneki neko glanced around the classroom and at some of the students, waving at a couple and smiling good-naturedly. Being a vetern student of the school, he's been in the art room many times, but this was his first year actually taking the course...he was actually pretty happy about it. He wasn't a great artist, but he could be creative.
Glancing at the bag, he sniffed it discreetly to see if the scent of its owner was someone familiar. Nope. Well, that was alright, he had already met some new people today and didn't mind meeting a few more.
Now....where was the teacher...?
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May 26, 2008 21:30:49 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on May 26, 2008 21:30:49 GMT -5
Bastien paused at the art room door. Why had he been so nervous for this class. His earlier encounter with his roommate still left him a little shaken...
And he had missed lunch entirely. Augh he was so hungry now...and it'd be a while before dinner. d**nit! how was he supposed to focus on anything now with no food..Bastien hated to be hungry..
He pushed open the door and when he did he could see that there was already other students. Black ears a twitching he moved into the room not trying to focus on the other students. They were friendly to him and smiled at him, but he never bothered to even glance at them
until he smelled another neko. When he looked around the room he saw Irian first, glancing over him some. He...was a senior right? And then he saw the other neko though he didn't get much of a look at him
because he walked into a desk.
"Augh son of..." He groaned as he stopped and winced. How could he..not even pay attention. The desk was right there!
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May 26, 2008 22:10:01 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on May 26, 2008 22:10:01 GMT -5
Along with a couple others, Zephaniah glanced up when Bastien bumped into the table. Hm...the boy looked sort of familiar. Perhaps he had seen him around the school or Baeore -- that wouldn't be too surprising.
Zeph had the look of a nice guy, and he seemed laid-back. The sleeves of the dress shirt of his uniform were rolled up a little past his elbows, and he wore fingerless combat gloves, the knuckles unstudded. His black hair with a few streaks of white on one side went a little past his shoulders, flipping outwards at the ends. It suited him, but it didn't seem like he styled it or anything -- just brushed it in the morning.
Folding his arms, he rested his chin on his hands and regarded Bastien.
Hm....probably Baeore....
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May 27, 2008 14:17:46 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on May 27, 2008 14:17:46 GMT -5
Bastien's face turned a dark red as he just went ahead and found a desk. The one he moved to was close to the neko's and even though it was he didn't bother looking at him again. Or tried not to.
When he felt that he knew someone from somewhere it bothered him. Not that he wouldn't like to know someone it was just...his memory was very poor and he forgot many things pretty easily.
Taking his sketch book out onto the table he flipped it open to a blank page. He didn't always wear his gloves, they were usually tucked away in his pockets or his bag. He left his dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar and his vest hanging open. Why were they supposed to dress so formal...it was annoying.
For a brief moment he turned and glanced at Zepheniah.
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May 28, 2008 7:19:07 GMT -5
Post by arianna on May 28, 2008 7:19:07 GMT -5
Irian tilts his head to one side, listening to soft footsteps in the hallway, then the quiet sound of the door pushing open, letting several others in. He turns slightly, just enough to catch sight of them, watching them from the corner of his silvery blue gaze. A slight smile touches his lips as he catches the grumbles of several of them, and a scent of food off of several others tells him that lunch must have been recently - which probably accounted for part, at least, of the grumbles. He himself had eaten during the trip here, so did not worry that he had missed lunch. A silent sigh, and he gives up on looking at the various items and artifacts decorating the room, padding back over to his seat, glancing over the other student sitting in the place next to his bag before he sits. The other's ears startle him for a moment...and he wonders if the other has the capability to shift them away, or if he is stuck with them visible. Irian is not yet used to the variety of forms people can have in this world. He nods politely to the other male, then pulls his bag off the table and out of the way, setting it beside the legs of his chair. He wouldn't pull anything out of it until he knew what they were doing...might not need anything from it at all.
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May 28, 2008 12:55:20 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on May 28, 2008 12:55:20 GMT -5
No, Zeph couldn't shift his ears away, he could only hide them with a hat or some other accessory. He usually didn't bother, though -- he was quite fond of the furry appendages.
When the white-haired student approached, Zephaniah lifted his head and smiled at him, his tail wagging (strange for a feline, but true nonetheless) good-naturedly.
"Hello," he said with a friendly smile. Why had he chosen this seat? An excuse to meet someone, most likely. And when he had first arrived, Irian's bag had been the only indication of another student in the room. Zeph didn't like to sit alone if it could be avoided. "I can find another seat, if you want me to."
Zeph respected that some people might find him annoying...
Still, he shifted and held out his hand for the other to shake. "I'm Zephaniah," he introduced with a grin.
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May 29, 2008 8:15:23 GMT -5
Post by arianna on May 29, 2008 8:15:23 GMT -5
A faint smile twitches Irian's lips, seeing the other's tail wagging lightly behind him. He resists the urge to chuckle softly, figuring that he ought try not to do something that might insult the neko. After all, he had promised Ari he'd try to get along with the people here. "Hello," he murmurs quietly, looking up as the other lad talks, meeting his gaze. A shake of the head in answer to his offer. "No, you can sit here if you'd like." When Zephaniah stuck his hand out to shake, Irian blinked and looked at it for a moment before he recalled that it was a form of introduction and greeting used by humans...quickly he reaches out his own hand to firmly grasp and shake the other's. There had been only a brief hesitation on his part, so maybe the other hadn't noticed. "My name is Irian...I just got here a short time ago."
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May 31, 2008 2:29:18 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on May 31, 2008 2:29:18 GMT -5
It would take an effort to insult Zephaniah. He was too happy-go-lucky for that.
"Nice to meet you, Irian," Zeph said with a grin. The rectangular tables in the art room were large enough to seat about 6 students -- three on each side -- and no one else wandered over to sit with them yet so there was plenty of room.
"Do you like it so far?" He asked curiously.
As he said that, though, Instructor Devreigh headed into the room, seeming to be running a little behind today. He didn't address the class, but the students started to calm and take their seats nonetheless.
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Jun 4, 2008 14:10:28 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Jun 4, 2008 14:10:28 GMT -5
Without much thought, the black neko moved over to where Irian and Zeph were,taking the seat right next to Zeph. It wasn't that he wanted to..get in their conversation or anything like that.
Really the reason that he wanted to was unclear even to him.
Sitting his sketch book down on the table he looked at Drayden as he entered the room, nodding at hm politely.
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Jun 7, 2008 11:05:08 GMT -5
Post by arianna on Jun 7, 2008 11:05:08 GMT -5
The other's grin was contagious, causing Irian to smile faintly himself. "A pleasure to meet you as well." A hesitation before he replies to Zephaniah's question, thinking for a moment. "So far, aye..." Before he says much else, though, the class suddenly begins to quiet down...since Irian is facing front, he does not see the newcomer who caused the calming, but he assumes that it is probably the instructor...an assumption that quickly proves to be correct. A slight grin at Zeph, as if to apologize for cutting off in the middle of his answer, but as he is yet unsure of the rules of the class (and he promised Dianna to not get in trouble in this school), he'd rather fall silent than get in trouble. He does glance curiously at the second neko that comes over and sits next to the first.
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Jun 8, 2008 16:15:36 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Jun 8, 2008 16:15:36 GMT -5
"Nice of you to join us," Zephaniah said to the black neko in a soft tone, grinning in a friendly way. He didn't say anything else, though, because he didn't want to get in trouble either.
"Good day, class," Instructor Devreigh said, brushing a few of the long, red curls from his soft face. He had high cheekbones and golden eyes, and his hair was so meticulously cared for he seemed most likely quite vain. The vice principal was very beautiful, though, and his golden eyes seemed unnatural but not intimidating at all.
The instructor went over the rules of the class before attendence (giving the students lagging behind a chance to arrive), and there weren't many of them. He was an easy going teacher for the most part, and they were allowed to talk as long as they didn't get carried away, they were allowed headphones with music if it helped them work, and they were allowed bubblegum, candy, and bottled beverages as long as they cleaned up after themselves.
No taking art supplies without asking.
No rough-housing.
No back-talking.
And that was pretty much the gist of it. They could sit where they wanted but no more than three to a table, sitting alternately so they'd have plenty of space to work (here he made a motion for Bastien to move over a seat, putting a space between him and Zephaniah).
After this, Drayden moved around the room and passed out long sheets of paper.
"Just as a beginning exercise, I want all of you to draw me a picture of your home," he said, giving everyone one sheet. "It doesn't have to be where you were born or where you live currently, but the first place that comes to mind when you hear the world 'home'. You can use any medium you want."
He put the extra papers on a table by the window and showed them the art supplies -- pencils, charcoal, color pencils, markers, inking pens, watercolors, chalk...whatever they wanted to use.
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Jun 8, 2008 17:35:50 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Jun 8, 2008 17:35:50 GMT -5
Bastien glanced over when Zepheniah had said that to him, then quickly looked away. Maybe this was a bad...or an annoying idea to have moved over by him.
Though when Drayden began to speak his attention was turned on him.
so he didn't need his sketch book after all? Well that was fine. Taking the piece of paper infront of him, he looked it over. Home?...well that was uncomfortable.
After staring at the piece of paper for a few minutes he crossed his arms over the paper and put his head down pretending he was drawing...when really he wasn't.
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Jun 10, 2008 13:58:02 GMT -5
Post by arianna on Jun 10, 2008 13:58:02 GMT -5
Irian listened carefully to the rules set out by the instructor, nodding slightly while committing them to memory. Not too hard, as there were not very many of them. He frowned slightly at the paper slid in front of him, staring at it...he heard the instructions for the exercise, but doesn't move for a moment. Finally he moves, snagging a pack of oil pastels, opening and laying the container out, and laying down dark green on the page...at first uncertainly, with skill little better than a novice, but as he gets further into the picture, his strokes grow stronger and more sure. His picture quickly took form, a mass of greens and browns blended together into a rough-looking forest. The lad actually got rather caught up in it...and it on him, as the pastels rub off onto his hands as he works.
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