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Jun 10, 2008 14:34:10 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Jun 10, 2008 14:34:10 GMT -5
Zephaniah had chosen chalk for his drawing. He laid it out in pencil first, then went to work with the colored chalk, just as messy as Irian and getting the substance everywhere. As far as skill went, Zephaniah was a novice, but he was creative enough to make his work interesting.
He chewed on his lip in concentration, working away. It quickly became very clear and recognizable what he was drawing -- the school dorms. His own dorm to be precise, and he even went so far as to make it a little messy with the spare uniform thrown about the floor and the bed unmade.
The neko seemed rather happy working, and hummed an upbeat tune as he stroked with whites and blues, pausing then to blend them with his fingers. Nevermind that there were utensils for blending...what was the fun in that?
After about a half hour he was almost finished, and glanced up at his table-mates. "How're you two coming along?" he asked, smiling.
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Jun 10, 2008 14:41:27 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Jun 10, 2008 14:41:27 GMT -5
Bastien turned his head to see what the other two boys were drawing. Oh it was beautiful! They both had talent like he did and they decided to take their own route of drawing and/or coloring...
Then his attention turned back to his piece of paper. It...was blank. All that was on there was spots from where he had tapped the paper a few times.
He seemed troubled, not by the classroom or the classmates. It was this assignment. He didn't like it. Not at all. Lowering his head on his arms once again he pretended once more that he was drawing...when really...again he wasn't.."Great.." He said in a f aux cheerful tone.
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Jun 12, 2008 9:18:56 GMT -5
Post by arianna on Jun 12, 2008 9:18:56 GMT -5
Irian blinks as suddenly (it seems) one of the others at the tables speaks, startling him...other than a short jerk of the hand (which luckily did not affect his picture), he didn't show it, though. He glances about, startled again when he sees the clock and realizes that time had gone by so quickly...he looks at his picture, smiling slightly. At some point, an image of a tiny young woman had made its way onto his picture, his hand drawing her among the giant trees of the shadowed forest. His smile disappears for a moment, however, when he turns to answer the query and notices Zephaniah's picture...the neko had put much more detail into his picture. Irian's colours muddled together to make not so much a realistic picture of a jungle as an abstract one, the trees melting together with no obvious perspective. "Mine is...fine." He sets the pastels down for a moment, grabbing a tissue from his bag to wipe off some of the smudges on his arms.
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Jun 12, 2008 17:43:38 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Jun 12, 2008 17:43:38 GMT -5
Zephaniah had been about to compliment Irian on the wonderful flow of his colors when the bell rang, and Professor Devreigh's silken dulcet sliced easily through the scattered chatter.
"All right, everyone, please leave your drawings at your table and be certain to put your names on them. It's alright if they're not finished or aren't artistic masterpieces; these won't be graded."
It was a way for him to assess the type of students in his class, what medium they preferred, and what skill level they were at.
"This is going to be such an easy class," Zephaniah commented happily, rising from his seat and attempting to brush the chalk off his black school pants. Of course, he only smeared it more and made it even more noticeable...
"Should've thought of this last year, haha."
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Jun 13, 2008 10:48:56 GMT -5
Post by arianna on Jun 13, 2008 10:48:56 GMT -5
Irian looks up as the bell rings, and it takes him a moment to recognize what it was, since 'twas only the second time he had heard it. He scrawls his name onto the paper in a space still mostly blank, focusing as he writes the letters...happily, his name was something he had practiced, and it was mostly straight lines, so it didn't take him much time. He puts the pastels back neatly into their box, closes it up and places it where he had gotten it, checks his hands to be sure he'd gotten most of the smudges off, then grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder. He glances at his tablemates, and hides a grin at the chalk smearing so badly on Zephaniah. "Aye...it'll be fun, at least." No reading, he tacks on silently as an afterthought. "Where you goin' next?" He asks, as he mentally brings up his own schedule.
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Jun 13, 2008 14:53:59 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Jun 13, 2008 14:53:59 GMT -5
"Illusion and Suggestion," Zephaniah said after pulling his schedule out and glancing at it. "I hope it's an easy class, I'm not very good with magic."
Not really, it was a little too abstract for Zeph.
The neko walked with Irian, but once he got to the door he paused and glanced back at Bastien with a smile. "You coming? What do you guys have next period?"
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Jun 13, 2008 15:54:02 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Jun 13, 2008 15:54:02 GMT -5
Bastien was still pretty out of it at first. Staring at the blank piece of paper in-front of him. This was childish..he should have drawn atleast something.
Taking the piece of paper he crumbled it up and put the pencil in his bag. If the professor asked, he'd answer truthfully.
Standing he headed out with the others. He moved his lips tring to smile..but it wasn't that easy, he looked more like he was in pain trying to smile. "Pain endurance."Bastien Answered Zepheniah.
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Jun 13, 2008 16:44:33 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Jun 13, 2008 16:44:33 GMT -5
Zephaniah smiled reassuringly and Bastien, lifting a hand to touch the black neko's shoulder. He had enough sensitivity not to ask about the drawing, because he didn't really know Bastien and it wasn't his place to make such an inquiry. If and when he got to know the other better, he'd ask.
"At least it's the first day, right?" Pain Endurance didn't seem like any fun to Zephaniah, which was why he hadn't wanted to take the class. "What about you, Irian?"
Where are you heading?
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Jun 17, 2008 7:19:03 GMT -5
Post by arianna on Jun 17, 2008 7:19:03 GMT -5
Irian paused in the doorway as well, but didn't glance back, still 'reading' his memory of his schedule, so he missed the silent conversation of sorts between the other two... "I've got the Illusion class later today...but next I've got...Non-Elemental Combat Spells..." He pauses for a moment, making sure the words were right, then nods. "Yeah...that's what it is." He turns to face the other two, walking backward for a moment. "Do either of you know where it is?" He couldn't remember, and the map he'd been given was somewhere in his suitcase, not the bag he was currently carrying.
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Jun 19, 2008 0:18:53 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Jun 19, 2008 0:18:53 GMT -5
(Non-elemental Combat Spells doesn't have a player teacher :/ So most likely Irian will be sitting this period out. I suggets having two students, so if one is in a class that doesn't have a played teacher chances are the other won't be, you know? ^^)
"Fun," Zephaniah said with a laugh. "Yeah, I know where it is."
He was a junior, after all, and had spent all three of those years in this very school. And given a tendency to sneak out after hours, he knew the school pretty well.
He gave Irian accurate directions to the Non-elemental combat classroom, then waved to him. "See you later, okay?"
Zeph hoped he could befriend both of the other two.
"We'd better head to class or we'll be late too," he told Bastien, heading down one hall. "See ya!" With that, he sprinted off towards Illusion and Suggestion.
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Jun 19, 2008 8:19:21 GMT -5
Post by arianna on Jun 19, 2008 8:19:21 GMT -5
[I've actually got a character I'm designing, a male witch, who I'm thinking of bringing in here. ^^ I'm just having a massive busy week, haven't had a chance to work on him or the various pictures I need to do, plus the boy is giving me design issues. >< I got a quick question as long as I'm OT...it the small font annoying people? I could use a bigger one...]
Irian smiles as he nods...and carefully memorizes the directions, repeating them several times in his mind. "Sure...if nothing else, we'll definitely see each other here tomorrow." He grins suddenly, waving farewell as he heads down the hallway toward his next class. A frown touches his lips as he realizes that he didn't have any books or anything for the rest of the classes...a good thing 'tis but the first day, and probably wouldn't be doing anything much as yet. Perhaps after this class he'd have time to drop past his room to pick up any books for the last class, but he'd spent too much time talking to make it there right now. Ah, well, 'twas nice to find someone to talk to so quickly...normally Irian did not get along with people so quickly.
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Jun 19, 2008 14:05:13 GMT -5
Post by Podjroot on Jun 19, 2008 14:05:13 GMT -5
A hand reached out from a corridor Zephaniah sprinted past, clutching the boy's shoulder just quickly enough to get his attention, then letting go. "Young man, what grade are you in," inquired a voice as deep and smooth as an old river. Standing in the corridor was an older man, still youthful in appearance, but obviously not among the student class. His skin was pale, but not so much that the intense ice blue of his eyes was lost in his pallor. They stared down with an apathetic look, but the sheer intensity of his gaze was enough to make one feel guilty. Strapped to his back was a rather intimidating piece of weaponry, a buster sword at least eight inches wide and one inch thick. It was laced with battle scars: scrapes and scratches, dents and dings. Even the wood of the handle was worn, polished smooth to fit the form of the hand who carried it. The man was Kayro, the caretaker of the school, and there was no mistake that he took his job seriously.
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Jun 21, 2008 20:56:49 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Jun 21, 2008 20:56:49 GMT -5
(Arianna; your font is fine with me, I can read it without trouble. Can't speak for anyone else, of course. ^^)
Zephaniah stumbled when his shoulder was grabbed then released, freezing mid-stride at the sound of the voice. Ahh....crap. This wasn't good.
So he was going to get in trouble for running in the halls -and- be late for his next class. Well, what else was new? Zeph wasn't a bad student or a troublemaker, but he did tend to skip around the rules a bit.
And he was tardy a lot. And he tended to sneak around after hours.
He bit his lip, turning to face Kayro and cowering slightly under the older male's gaze, his tail flicking in apprehension and his ears falling. His grade?
"F-fres--Sophm--I-I mean--" he began to answer, fumbling over his words as if his tongue was too big for his mouth. "I-I'm eleven."
If he weren't so preoccupied with the way Kayro was looking at him, the neko would've smacked his forehead at how dumb he sounded right then.
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Jun 21, 2008 23:55:59 GMT -5
Post by Podjroot on Jun 21, 2008 23:55:59 GMT -5
With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Kayro responded without so much as a shift in tone., "Well, you're age is not the same as your grade, but I'm sure that at...eleven years you would know that running in the halls is against the rules?" Leaning in close with the intentional and intimidating disregard for the boy's personal space, he whispered in a low voice, "Consider this your warning: cross me again and we'll get off to a rather unpleasant year for the two of us, neh?" Returning to his full height, the caretaker stared down with a very stern eye. "Be on your way to class before you're late. I'd hate to see you in my office for a tardy." With that he turned and wandered off into the hallway he'd emerged from.
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Jul 13, 2008 12:21:16 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Jul 13, 2008 12:21:16 GMT -5
Uri slipped into the class room with his arms over his chest and head lowered. Sixth period...he was in his brother's class right? Since the questioning of his schedule in the las class, he wasn't sure if this was right or not.
Either way Drayden would tell him if it was or not.
The red head was still upset over what happened in his dorm room. He didn't like to be snapped at by Xadrian... He didn't like to be snapped at by anyone close to him, cause it hurt his feelings. Of course later he'd go and snap back at Xadrian. He knew he would.
Taking a seat at one of the desks, he put his things down infront of him and stared at a wall.
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