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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Aug 30, 2009 14:26:17 GMT -8
[white] - It had been twelve years since Takehiro had taught a single class, but he decided it was time for him to get back into it. Besides, he felt like he had a knack for this stuff not really. He sat in his chair, leaning back with his feet on the table, the Tank was ready to get back into business. On the board was written Good Morning class, my name is Mr. Amakusa. Please take a seat, it does not matter where, and take out the following materials;
and await further instructions. He placed his hands behind his hand, leaning it against them and sighed. He wondered whether or not it was even a good idea to do this, but he might as well try, eh?[/white] [green] "I hope do god I don't get delinquents.."[/green] |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 30, 2009 18:19:39 GMT -8
Mitsuki took her seat next to a window and pulled out the necessary items that were asked of on the board. She switched into an art class only because Mitsuki had a certain knack for pastel and charcoal, and while she wanted to do IL (Independent Learning) at the school, her counselor decided to be a b!tch and not let her. So now she was stuck in an art class that would probably teach her things she already knew from previous art classes. Not that it was a problem; she was perfectly fine with re-learning things...though it might be a bit boring. Anyway, with pencils and papers out on her desk along with her agenda (...whatever the heck an 'agenda' is... I'm guessing pathfinder/assignment notebook?), she patiently waited for the rest of the students to arrive, along with the next set of instructions.
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Post by David B. on Aug 31, 2009 20:05:12 GMT -8
"Good lord its been a long day..."
His voice was slightly dramatic as he took his seat-right next to the SC- and looked to the board. He had slung his backpack off his shoulders, looking through the small carrying case before passing a smal smile to the Captain. He retrieved his items, placing them on the desk before him before he looked to the teacher, examining him. He seemed a bit stronger than the normal teachers, and not to mention he was fucking huge. He raised an eyebrow. Okay, teacher of history, big man. Don't mess with big man.
David turned to Mitsuki.
"Is this guy new...?"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 31, 2009 22:35:09 GMT -8
Gabriel strode in his usual confidence shinning in above all, a dark tailored suit and pinstripe slacks he was never one for conformity with what the royal's would call a lower class. He wore a shinning grin entering the arts class paying little mind to whom was atcually there he just marched right in and assumed a seat behind the Captain and within earshot of David. He was indeed fashionably late but with that charismatic smile who'd be the wiser?
"It would seem as though that was apparent David..." Gabriel contorted his words out from between his curious smile not in a mocking fashion but more of one poking fun at his rival.
"So we going to become like Van Goh?" Gabriel chuckeld lightly as he'd prod at the teacher.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 31, 2009 22:35:47 GMT -8
Hope you guys don't mind if I joined.
It wasn't much of a day, really. Emily's classes more or less consisted of several biology classes, some English classes and this: Art class. Not like Emily had any form of dislike for the said subject, but rather - she had been expecting some other teacher for this. It was too late when she found out that Miss Cassidy wasn't the Art teacher this time.
She wasn't exactly sure if this teacher would be any better, but might as well give it a try.
The black-haired girl stepped inside, wearing a white dress blouse that contrasted her black long gloves and black toeshoes. On her neck was Amos' Scarf.
Emily's gaze came across two familiar figures - Mitsuki and David Blaze. Heh, guess she would have to talk to them later on.
After all, she had been Tsuki's pillar for a very short while before she suddenly disappeared. Emily knew very little as to what happened right after that, but things kinda became complicated for her soon after.
Well, no point in remembering that right? Emily sat at the front seat nearest the teacher's table and took out her mechanical pencil, some paper and that agenda thing.
Something puzzled her though - why is this called an agenda?
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Cody Travers
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"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Post by Cody Travers on Sept 1, 2009 4:09:30 GMT -8
He really didn't have a choice.
He needed a class.
An elective, actually, if he had any hopes of making it past graduating with any type of marks. He really didn't have a choice on the matter. School was dull and boring with the exception of food, and water. A few fighters here and there with decent ability.. Why couldn't that be a class? A good old fighting, sparring, or something class.. That'd be fun, now wouldn't it?
Now.. A video game class..
That'd be awesome.
He sighed, as he looked up into the door.
Art Class
This class spelled doom for Cody. With a capital D - O - O - M. Although he enjoyed some art, there.. Really wasn't much hope for the drawing hand in this young man. He shook his head, wandering inside the room, "Bookbag" in hand as he had a small look around.. Students already seemed to be inside the room.
.. Luckily, not too many.
Taking up a lone seat in the back of the class.. Who wouldn't? It's a smart move for someone who really, REALLY didn't like a class.. But had no choice to take it.
He pulled out a pencil.. Number two.. An eraser.. ..
.. An agenda?
Huh.. So THAT was the little booklet with all the calender and dates and stuff in it.
Alright.. He took that out too..
After that, he sat there.. Silent.. For a moment..
Before his head fell against his desk.
Uuuughh.. Why me.. ?
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Sept 1, 2009 8:21:38 GMT -8
Alex walked into the classroom, a bored or half asleep expression on his face, whichever one people thought he looked to be. It had been a long day, start of a new year or not, the teachers were relentless as ever with homework, especially since this was Alex's last year in high school. He closed the door behind him as he gave a polite nod of acknowledgment to the teacher, before giving a quick glance over at who was in the class. He recognized most of who was in the class for the most part, save for the blond guy in the back who was by himself, as his gaze locked onto the one person who even mattered to him in the room. He walked over to the row of desks beside her, and took a seat next to Emily, smiling slightly at her, though it would like to others, he was smirking slightly at her, only his eyes would convey his true feelings, and only for a second, as he pulled out his pencil bag and paper, and for some reason, his agenda.
He then placed his navy blue backpack down on the ground beside him, before resting his elbow on the desk, and looked out the window on his left, as sunlight poured through the panes of glass. Although it seemed like he was looking out the window, in reality, he was actually looking at Emily, discretely though. San Francisco, Long Beach, it didn't matter where he was, no one needed to know about his relationship with Emily, and he wanted to keep it that way. He turned his head away for a moment, facing the front, his chin cradled in the palm of his hand, as he waited for the next set of instructions, and what exactly it was they were going to be doing.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 2, 2009 19:42:28 GMT -8
[white] - Though it was slow and the class was quite small, some seats were beginning to fill up. The sight of that alone was good enough to Takehiro. As the bell would ring, he would stand to his full height and walk to the door, calmly shutting it. Any late people would be let off of the hook, seeing as how it was the first day, but he didn't like leaving doors open. Placing his hands into his pockets, the man would pop his neck and then walk over to the the front of the class.
[green]"Hello. As you can all plainly see, my name is Mr. Amakusa, you may call me Mr. A for short, if you wish. Now, I can see you all followed directions well enough, and that is a good sign."[/green]
- He straightened his tie, then turned his attention to the one who had made the remark about Van Gogh. It really didn't bother him, but many people may have seen art as a joke, and that was the real annoyance.
[green]"I cannot turn you into a legend, and I cannot force you to love art. However, I can help you learn, with your cooperation, of course, to do better. Now, if you would all take your pencil in hand, find a person in the room and draw them. Quality, at this point, does not yet matter. I would simply like a sample of the skill you all currently have."[/green]
- Unsure of how this would end up, Takehiro went back to his seat and began to do some work of his own.[/white]
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 5, 2009 12:15:17 GMT -8
(OOC: objections?)
Victor sat in the lonely corridors of the oft forgotten music room, simply staring at a wall in deep thought, he ran his left hand through his faux hawk as his mind began tracing events, the classic, whee have I been, where am I going thought. Victor knew where he'd been, he had no worries there, and he was very content with where he was currently, that didn't bother him at all, where he was going, now that was interesting... he wasn't worried about it, he had the self confidence to know he'd be succesful and be able to live a nice life... though he wasn't certain what exactly a "nice life" entailed...
on a whim he looked at his watch... he thought for a moment, he had a class right now... he swished the idea around in his head about actually going to it or not... didn't seem to really matter...
still he got up, with his long effortless stride he went down the hall, shades of gray wall paper blurring by him as he let his mind wander until he came to the door of the art room.
with no hesitation he simply walked in "Sorry I'm late" he said, his eyes finding the teacher quickly, then turning his big blue gaze to everyone in the class, looked like he would be the youngest one here, that was always fun.
Victor walked over calmly, finding an empty seat toward the middle of the room and sitting in it, flopping his binder on the desk with a little thud. following the directions on the board he took out paper and a pencil, though he didn't own an agenda to take out, he simply looked around to see what everyone was doing in the classroom to figure out they where meant to draw someone nearby. Victor's eyebrows raised and he smiled, some art class, doesn't even teach basic shapes or anything, just says DRAW! and you do so...
worked for victor, he gave a low mostly inaudible chuckle deep in his chest.
he began drawing the teacher himself, not to kiss ass, simply because he struck him as an interesting looking person...
that, and he had never been able to draw girls very well...
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Sept 5, 2009 12:42:46 GMT -8
The minute the bell rang, Alex saw Mr. Amakusa stand up to his full height, and walk over to the door, calmly closing it, before placing his hands in his pockets, pop his neck, as Alex heard a loud crack, before walking back to the front of the class, introducing himself once more, straightening his tie before turning to look at Gabriel, as Alex briefly looked over from the corner of his eye, before his gaze flickered back to the front once more. He then followed Mr. Amakusa's instructions as he walked back to his desk and did some paper work Alex guessed, casually picking up his pencil, as he heard the sound of the door open, and saw, mildly surprised, Victor come walking in with no hesitation whatsoever.
He heard him apologize to the teacher, before walking to the middle of the room and picked a seat before sitting down. Alex then turned to Emily, and cocked an eyebrow at her, his expression basically asking her if he could draw her for the assignment, he had no qualms using puppy dog eyes if he had to. Alex looked closely at Emily's face, if she gave her permission, he would begin to draw her, although he wasn't a great an artist as Kyoko was, he was still a good artist nonetheless. He liked to make his drawings detailed, not incredibly detailed to the point of being ridiculous, but still a good amount of detail.
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Post by seishounohana on Sept 6, 2009 7:41:45 GMT -8
Emily merely nodded with a smile at her boyfriend, albeit trying to resist the urge to make their relationship obvious. She looked away, not noticing Ryuu's gazes as she fixed her thoughts into what sort of teacher they'd have to be dealing with today. A masculine voice rang across the room though, saying: [green] "Hello. As you can all plainly see, my name is Mr. Amakusa, you may call me Mr. A for short, if you wish. Now, I can see you all followed directions well enough, and that is a good sign."[/green] Aye, a new teacher. Then again, she was a new student. Go figure. [green] "I cannot turn you into a legend, and I cannot force you to love art. However, I can help you learn, with your cooperation, of course, to do better. Now, if you would all take your pencil in hand, find a person in the room and draw them. Quality, at this point, does not yet matter. I would simply like a sample of the skill you all currently have."[/green] Emily was no legend, even if she WAS a known mangaka in Japan, but she did love Art. The mention of her having to draw a real person though got her a little worried, primarily because in spite of her own skills, she was only restricted to manga-style art and wasn't really sure how accepting this teacher was of that. Shrugging off her thoughts, she took her mechanical pencil and began doodling away using the first person she saw as a model - Mitsuki. She was taking some momentary glances at Ryuu though, noticing that look he had. Her? A model? Eh, sure. She nodded and smiled before returning back to work. It didn't take very long before it ended up something like this:  Well, Emily was trying her best to not obsess over this - after all, it had been a while since she drew something. |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 6, 2009 21:21:07 GMT -8
Gabriel layed back taking in a quick observation of the others that had arrived. So far from what he could tell he was outmatched though he didn't feel exclusivly disliked apparently when class began politics were set aside. He simply chuckled and tried listening. They were s'posed to make a drawing of another person in the room. It was a rather silly thing for his exploits now Gabriel being the "Expert" drawer that he was took a hold of some simple pes and began at work his gaze never looked up to re-affirm the image because it was firmly emplaced within his head of what he was drawing. He held it up quickly takning a peek, Ahhh Perfect. A small grin as he set it aside watching the others work a decent amount harder than he had.  |
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Post by David B. on Sept 7, 2009 12:26:50 GMT -8
David cocked an eyebrow. He was no artist- in fact, drawing was one of his worst points. He sighed, picking up his pencil and deciding he might as well do his best. One kid had come in late, so he picked him, his drawing not much better than Gabriels yet still he had at least some form to it (  ). He Paused, shaking out his wrist lightly before returning to his work. It was simple, and he felt no need to show it to anyone else. He set down his pencil when he was done, looking to the teacher, examining him. He seemed like a nice guy, and was obviously a little more of an arbitor, sort of like himself. He seemed strong, able to protect. David hoped that at least this teacher would be different from the others and not cower before any student who decided to make himself into a badass. He cracked his neck, then turned, glancing over Mitsuki's shoulder to see what kind of work she was doing, and if she had an artists hand or not. OOC(( <_< no, no drawing from me. Sorry peeps.)) |
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 7, 2009 15:31:35 GMT -8
[white] - Mr. Amakusa rose slowly to his feet, sighing. He walked around his desk and began to observe the student's work. He was grateful when he realized that some people were going to take things seriously, then he noticed that there were also those who would act as if they didn't care, and most likely didn't. [green]"No need to rush, just letting you all know you have a little less than three minutes left to complete your work, please note that this assignment will not be graded based on skill, but how seriously you take it."[/green] He walked up to Gabriel Seran and took the boy's paper, sighing.
[green]"Mr. Seran.. I ask that you take this class seriously, an 'F' is a possible grade for this assignment.. perhaps the only possible grade you will recieve unless you take things seriously. Make another drawing."[/green]
- Mr. Amakusa would rip the paper in half and throw it in the trash and sit back down. He noted that he would have to keep his eye on Gabriel Seran for some time..[/white]
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 7, 2009 17:35:11 GMT -8
Victor would nod as the teacher walked by, hoping that the teacher liked his style, it was realistic, but it wasn't the best work in the world, still victor was trying his best. he knew he was much better at designs and landscapes, not people, however his shading and technical work would be quite impressive never-the-less.
a blonde, blue eyes japanese person...
in the back of victor's mind he imagined hitler and hirohito having a joygasm at the thought of this guy.
Victor shook his head lightly with a little smile, continuing to draw, trying to bring the color of the man's eyes out with some value of shading
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). He Paused, shaking out his wrist lightly before returning to his work. It was simple, and he felt no need to show it to anyone else. He set down his pencil when he was done, looking to the teacher, examining him. He seemed like a nice guy, and was obviously a little more of an arbitor, sort of like himself. He seemed strong, able to protect. David hoped that at least this teacher would be different from the others and not cower before any student who decided to make himself into a badass.