Art Class I

[Charles Bass]

(OOC: I like post order.... aand it is first come first serve... then..if you stop posting and you are holding up the class too much... we will carry on)

Today was Charles’ first day of school. He was quite excited; due to the fact he planned a special day for his students. He remembered being in school... wanting so much as to not do work. Though, these kids will have to work. It was his job after all to do so.
He downed a mouth full of liquor that had been in a white silver flask. He hired about ten drivers to pick up the kids to meet him here, hopefully they all enjoyed limo rides. It was a field trip and therefore he had to supply transportation. Chuck Bass, being himself, didn’t want the students to be taken there on a yellow bus. What kind of a teacher would he be if he had let that happen? His smile was spread wide as he leaned against the big building. There were no signs hanging above or around the door, and the windows had curtains; so, the surprise can wait.

Charles was hoping he had his students bring their supplies he had listed on the sign up sheet. If they didn’t, it would be quite difficult for them to do the assignment.

He looked over the list he held in his leather, gloved hand.

1: Reira Marino
2: Alexis Green
3: Gabriel Seran
4: David Blaze
5: Addie Balfour
6: Victor D'Armond
7: Tulvan
8: Katsuri Katashi
9: Alexander Hikari
10: Masaru

Only three girls? Shame... well, no he supposed it was good. He had to hold himself back; after all, he was the teacher and they the students. Though... seeing Reira’s name on the signup sheet surely did make him smile. Too bad her puppy dog was tagging along. He looked at his gold pocket watch that he pulled from his suit’s pocket. If his drivers were on time, they should be arriving shortly.
He wrapped the scarf around his neck.

The building was trashy so he looked out of place. Though, anyone who knew he was Chuck Bass... would also know he owned this building and everything inside. With his black gloved hand, he removed his aviators and tucked them into his shirt, below his black scarf. His excitement was building in anticipation.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor was sitting at the waiting line of the school where the cars pulled around to pick up students, parents to get children so on and so such, just as the note on the door of the class had said. Victor had his art supplies tucked under one arm, ready for his next art class. He was dressed rather nicely, a purple and black flannel, his true religions, black doc martens, and for this rare occasion he was wearing reading glasses

incredibly fashionable reading glasses, they made him look smart, and he pulled them off incredibly well.

as a limo pulled up Victor's eyebrow cocked itself up, some of the rich kids at this school...

then it stopped in front of him, a man got out opening the door for him...

school bus? GUESS NOT!

Victor smiled "This takes me to art class?" he asked, the driver nodded. Victor nodded incredibly slowly taking that in for a moment

rich art teacher? must be...

Victor looked inside, there was no one else in it... so it wasn't a secret mafia meeting waiting to happen... this was legit. Victor stepped all the way inside, relaxing into the comfy interior
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in a little bit the car came to a silent halt outside of a run down building. Victor got out with a smile. Alright... cool, old buildings and field trips for art class.

With no hesitation Victor would walk up to the... teacher?, his outfit looked kind of fruity... but the way the man stood... it resembled Victor's general standing, full of charisma and confidence that allowed him to pull off any outfit... like Victor...

older Victor? sure we'll go with that.

and Victor was the first one there... imagine that...

"Hey bro, I'm Victor... is this the art class?" Victor asked with his usual smile.

[Katsuri Katashi]

The purpose of a college student being in this class could come to question quite quickly.. but such things were swiftly squashed when you got a peek at just whom it was you were going to question. An eight foot man would have slightly ducked his head as he slipped from one of those limos. Honestly, he would have preferred driving that custom built SRT-10 Viper here, but no choice was no choice.

Rising up to his full height he would have straightened out his suit and gear appropriately and glanced over at the other two people he could see so far, one was holding a piece of something. Must have been the one in charge given the other was making it so.. wait, that was Victor.

He let his hands disappear into his pockets and he would have sighed, not needing to move much given what they had been required to bring fit in the backpack he had on.. and boy was the thing dwarfed by his size. It was kind of funny really, looked like one of those Japanese pop culture girl bags.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira had just finished curling loose ringlets in her hair when she finally was aware of what time it was. According to the teacher of her art class, she was supposed to be ready for a personal limo to come and pick her up and take to this off of campus classroom. She had a feeling she was going to like her Prof, he must’ve had class to have to pay for everyone’s limo. Not that she needed a limo…Demetri had one at his permanent disposal. ’Miss, the limo be here,’ said the maid Dorosa, with her heavy accent. “Be right out.” Making a few finishing touches, Reira put on some white high heels and entered the limo. ’Miss you forgot your supplies!’ The limo came to a halt, as she rolled down her window to take her art stuff from Dorosa. “Thanks!” Reira said with a smile.

The limo was on its way again. Mornings sucked. She was definitely not a morning person, as was evidence with how forgetful she was. Enjoying the ride, perhaps a little too much for she had fallen asleep, the limo came to a steady halt in front of a trashy looking building. With the driving motion at a stop, she awoke, realized she had arrived and got out of the limo. There were three people present, but she failed to notice them, even though they were practically no more than a few feet in front of her. Yay for just waking up and being unaware.

With a finger rubbing one of her eyes, she finally saw whom was in her class. Katsuri, Victor, and…Chuck. Ew. Of all the people in the world, he had to be here. This was going to be one long day. “Hi Victor, Morning Katsuri,” she said pleasantly, greeting the two boys she had come to be acquainted with over the last few days. Sliding past them, she would take her stand beside Chuck, her arms crossed.

“Why are you here?,” she questioned, trying to keep her voice down. “Do you even like art?! Wait, you go to my school? Oh FML.” She sighed then, looking at her box of pastels that fell from under her arm. Carefully she picked it up. It was harder than it looked considering her outfit. “Please don’t make me do anything embarrassing in front of our teacher, I think I might actually like this one.” There was no threat in her voice. It was way too early in the morning for Reira to pick fights...though she wanted to. After all, her and Chuck were still playing the 'game'.

[Alexis Seran]

Alexis got ready for school early. She was bored and had nothing else to do...as if she slept...

She was drinking some tea and her fingers were fiddling with the piano keys until she heard a car honk it's horn. She got up and stared at the limo awaiting her. Alexis didn't like getting into strange cars, but she remembered reading the sign up sheet that it was going to be a field trip. Black limo? Yellow bus?

Sweet.

Though the only unsweet thing about it was the fact she was considering not going to class. Oh well...

She gone out side and entered the limo. After a seemingly long drive she arrived at a sleezy building. Alexis took in the other students.

One had aviators too..so she took hers off and stuck them in her purse.

Second was Victor... Mon frére.

Third Katsuri... Damnet.

and lastly..Reira... Damnet to hell.

Especially in that outfit!!!! Here was Alexis in a guys tee-shirt modified to be a dress...which she could pull off due to height and thinness... then shorts underneath that were barely noticeable... and a friggen fake leather jacket...Olivia bought it for her awhile back and it was fake leather due to the fact she was vegan...

But again.

Alexis just couldn't pull off what Reira could.

She walked over by Victor with a smile, and on the side opposite of Reira, hopefully hidden... "G'day.."

[Masaru]

Masaru got into the limousine casually. Had the school budget really paid for these things? Probably not. He guessed the teacher was one of those rich guys who taught as a hobby or something. Masaru wore his normal clothes, nothing special. Mostly black dress clothes topped off with hidden shin and arm guards, under an Italian vest and his Gusto Italiano leather trench coat. At his side in the limousine was a black briefcase carrying various art supplies. This should be a fun class.

The limousine stopped by a rather interesting looking building with several students he may or may not have recognized. His attention was on whom he believed to be the teacher. Class was serious business, and Masaru didn't want to waste anyone's time. He got out of the limousine, briefcase in right hand, and joined the crowd of students waiting for class to start.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel hadn't expected the morning to come so soon, He tossed and turned the majority of the night still stuggling with a few ordeals. Something about this Chuck character he still didn't trust, however he shrugged it off slidding into the shower quickly. An unusual horn sounded over the rainfall of the shower and Gabriel stumbled out of the glass encasing towards the mirror. A hurried motion as he got dressed and hurried down the stairs supplies in tow. Stepping into the limo which he'd assumed was his own Gabriel played with his still messy hair for a short moment before resting back.

"Marcus we on our way yet?" His eyes trained on the driver. "Wait you're not Marcus."

"Sit back and relax, your art teacher sent me." Gabriel shrugged giving a small nod still suspiscious of the scenario.

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In a few moments he reached the school, a long hurdle out of the low vehicle and a calm gaze about the place recognizing the group in his class. Gabriel took a group of steps forward noticing that Chuck character already speaking with Reira. In one quick motion Gabriel would come behind Reira with a hug, picking her up and spinning her in a 180* motion before setting her down with a morning kiss on the cheek. Gabriel wasn't Jealous, no not at all

His eyes shifted to Victor giving him a quick handshake gesture. Behind him Gabriel saw Alexis. He gave a small nod unsure of their status now but above all things he didn't want to hurt her again, so from now on he'd watch how forward he got. David would be wrong about him this time around.

"Good morning..." He tried to project amiably.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Alex rolled over in bed, as he poked his hand out of the blanket, before grabbing his cellphone and turned off the music blaring from it. He then slowly sat up in his bed, looking half-asleep, his front hair falling into his eyes, the metal cross he had received from Kyoko bouncing back and resting on his chest. As soon as he got out of bed he had slipped on black track pants, a black t-shirt, and his normal black overcoat. Just as he had finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, he heard the sound of car honking, as he walked out of the bathroom and opened his door, sticking his head out. Cocking an eyebrow, he saw, much to his amusement, a limousine waiting for him out front. He did recall the sign-up sheet saying they were going to be on a field trip for art class. No stranger to limo's, Alex grabbed his black backpack, his supplies for class inside, and closed his door, locking it, before quickly descending the stairs, and into the limo.

After a somewhat long drive, during which Alex took in some of the view of Long Beach, they arrived at their destination... a trashy building? Climbing out of the limo, Alex cocked an eyebrow, before shrugging his shoulders and made his way over to the group of people already there, some whom he recognized, mainly Victor, Gabriel and Reira, the other three, he didn't know who they were. "Victor," Alex said, as he clapped a hand on Victor's shoulder, "It's been a while hasn't it?" He then gave Reira a small smirk, before standing beside her, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he would've greeted Gabriel, except he seemed rather... occupied, so instead, he chose to look around at where they were with a bored expression on his face, mostly because he was waiting for class to start... whenever that was.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor would extend his hand, shaking Gabriel's giving him a little look which said everything he needed to say:

I'm still following orders so I'm gonna pretend be angry with you to make alexis happy, please just pay attention to reira and let me handle alexis

this was done with a serious look, then a little shifting of the eyes toward alexis, and then a slow lowering of the head

from behind (or alexis's point of view) it would just look like Victor was staring him down as his jaw lowered

of course alexis wouldn't see that look, she'd see the slightly frustrated look that victor had 'just been giving gabriel' as he turned around, and then smiled as he saw alexis, giving her a big hug. "Goodmorning sexy, how are you?" Victor would ask with a little laugh, mostly using his big shoulders to cut off the short girl's ability to see gabriel.

VICTOR CAN HANDLE SITUATIONS

of course, he actually did care about alexis, he wasn't just 'following orders' but he didn't need to tell gabriel that.

this was going to be a fun class[/sarcasm]

as he hugged alexis he gave the bro 'lifting of the chin to say hi' to masaru as he appeared

luckily from the way that teacher was looking at reira, he figured Gabriel may have his hands full protecting her as it was, which meant victor would have to protect alexis from gabriel protecting reira.

then he felt a hand clap down on his shoulder. "Ryuu, good to see you man, it's been too long" Victor said with an honest smile, turning to give 'Ryuu' a good handshake, not knowing that he went by alex now, or the backstory behind it. "Still playing guitar I hope" Victor would say with a laugh... they really should restart that band

anyhow!
luckily he was very good at distractions.

"So, are you stoked for art? he'd ask casually trying to keep her attention

[Alexis Seran]

Gabriel then showed up... of course he didn't pay attention to her, because his perfect girl friend was with another boy. Alexis watched as he picked her up and gave her a sweet kiss.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

Double damn. He nodded to her. They were at least a little better than before, but that was just pushing it. Then Victor, was nice enough to turn around and greet her with a big hug. Though she wasn't an idiot.. he was blocking her view.

"I'm good I suppose..."

Guess it was a good thing Victor was blocking her view. She just might go crazy and pop a bullet through her head if she had to watch Gabriel and Reira do cute couple thing...

"So, are you stoked for art?"

"Nope. Not anymore." she let out a sigh of annoyance.

[Katsuri Katashi]

Stretching himself out nice and wide would have caused the big man to yawn. Looking once more around him, as more and more people seemed to be appearing out of no where. " I can already tell I am not going to like this guy.." Katsuri had a flashy car, but that was where his like of expensive crap ended. He had a plain black suit that he often wore when he was not tied down like he was today with all of the miscellaneous crap he had in storage.

'Gabriel.. Alexis... Victor. Hmm.. reminds me of some half assed attempt at a Black Knights meeting. ' This all thought to himself mind you. Of course, no one had let the big man know of Alexis's status. Slipping a hand into his pocket he would have removed a cigarette and promptly placed it to his lips, lighting it up after. It was self rolled mind you, as those normal cigarettes were like kiddie toys for him.

He took in a deep breath, and that smolder would have slowly crept its way just a tiny bit down the length of that paper. The smell of fresh nicotine hit his nostrils and then drifted off away from his body, more so as he grabbed it and let it fall to his side. Those lips opened in an O fashion and the smoke was allowed to float away in little rings. "Mmn... wonder when we're getting this show on the road."

[Charles Bass]

(OOC:Seeing as how people are getting a little pushy *looks to Selena and Roger* I'm going to keep posting.. if you are late..just enter the building XD)

Reira, that delicate flower, exited the limo. When she finally realized who was present, she had that sexy glare. Then when she finished her little rant, Chuck smirked with a breathy laugh.

"You will like the art teacher...And I'm sure he won't mind anything that you do..."

Then, Gabriel showed up. He thought he told the driver to take him some where else. Oh well, he was an idiot and will be fired. Then.. childish as Gabriel was, swept Reira off her feet... all to smite him?

Charles thought he was teaching a high school class.

Now he didn't want Gabriel stealing all his thunder. "I will not have inappropriate behavior in my class... Reira, you have a detention." the cat is out of the bag. He gave her a wink and turned to the class. Not everyone was here..which meant one less girl. The raven haired girl looked like she knew how to moan. Mental check on her...

"Hello everyone. I am your art teacher, Mr. Bass. Please." he gave Reira a smile, "Call me Chuck." he turned to the large doors and opened them. The inside was nicely decorated, huge change from outside. Charles' arms raised by his side, his palms facing the roof... looking like a holy healer.

"Welcome to your first art class... and say hello to your models that you will be drawing." The music blaring, he flicked his fingers, gesturing for the strippers to come together. Two immediately went to his side, and escorted him to a mahogany couch with maroon velvet cushions. There were a few of these couches and they faced the stage with the half naked women.

"Draw away students..."

A waiter came to the snapping of his fingers. "Get my students anything they ask for. I'm sure they are famished."

[Reira DeMorvick]

"You will like the art teacher...And I'm sure he won't mind anything that you do..."

Staring at Chuck questionably, she didn’t bother to reply, for she was soon distracted by Gabriel. Now here was a person that she’d be happy to give all her attention too. The dark haired boy had embraced her from behind, swung her around, so her back was now facing Chuck, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Reira smiled and threw her arms around his neck. “Morning you! I‘m so glad you‘re here,” she said happily. The girl would then notice Alex had arrived, giving her a small smirk in which she just nodded and gave a small smile. Then her attention fell on Alexis. Shit, she was in this class? Thinking about that for a second, she shrugged. Meh. No problem at all.

"I will not have inappropriate behavior in my class... Reira, you have a detention."

Wait what?! Letting go of Gabriel, she turned to face Chuck, or as he announced himself to the class as Mr. Bass. What the fuuuuuck?! He was the teacher…he was the teacher!?!!!!!! The look on Reira’s face was priceless. That was a big surprise. Oh crap. Thinking about what she just said about how she would like the art teacher, she immediately wanted to take those words back. Her pride had been cracked slightly by Chuck Bass! Screaming in anger on the inside, she admitted that he had won this round. Recovering from the shock, her raised an eyebrow at Chuck; obviously holding back anger. And to think that she had hung out with him on several occasions, only to find out that he was her art teacher. Goes to show that you should always ask someone their age.

How old is he anyway? I bet Gabriel is thinking the exact same thing.

“A detention. Fine.”

Ignoring the smile he shot her, Reira followed Chuck into the building, which she had to admit was very nicely decorated. Totally not what one would expect from glancing on the outside. The room Bass had led them too had a small stage, with plenty of red velvet couches. Taking her seat on one of those couches, the lights changed and strippers?!!….had come out of no where and started modeling to a song. Immediately she glared at Chuck. Seriously, they had to draw half naked women!? She gave him a scowl as she saw two women hanging off his sides.

Oh this is going to be fun. Since I already have a detention, I may as well..

Opening up her sketch book, she began to poorly sketch the half naked girl in front of her. Ugh. Why couldn’t it be a half naked man? In all honesty, she wasn’t even trying.

["Tuvlan"]

First Class. EVER.

So.

It is unknown who, how, and what, but for some reason... our dear boy had been signed up for his first class at Public High School #259.

First class.

Ever.

Ever.

EVER.

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The boy had been escorted by the brave souls of the "Special"-handling faculty to the bus stop... with some difficulty, hence his tardiness. Out there, he walked with his blood encrusted red hair, black eye patch over where his right eye should have been, his stolen black shirt, stolen aviator jacket, stolen jeans, stolen socks, and stolen military combat boots.

...Oh.

And his tree. The same tree that he kept hefted over his right shoulder with some difficulty---difficulty he was very unaware of, in spite of the constant straining his body was doing.

Walking all bright-eyed and a tooth-filled smile on his face, the boy looked around with several knocked out faculty members behind him as he meandered to the bus' stopping place for picking up students. Not that the boy even knew that he out of many people belonged on the small yellow bus, but this is why all the more that the boy was very confused as to why there was such a long, black car out there in front of him.

The driver, who had been having a good day up until now, had begun eying the approaching boy with some sentiment of quaking fear as his once genuine smile turned tragically fragile.[/i]

"...S-So... um... M-Mr. Tuv---"

"SMASH!? =D!?"

The driver had gotten the boy's attention now, who had turned slowly towards him.

Proceeding to shit himself rather profusely, the driver nodded in acknowledgment of acknowledgment, trying again to feebly establish sane communication with the boy.

"U-Um, well, yes, yes, I---I am going to be your dr---"

"SMASH!? =D!?

=D!?"

The poor, smiling, bug-eyed fellow began to teeter his head this way and that before closing the propped open door as the boy began to walk towards him, obvious intent forming in the air. However, walking very swiftly, the driver managed to get into the driver's seat before abruptly taking off, with the boy chasing after him, tree in his arms.

"SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---"

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"---AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHH!!!"[/b]

...And truly, while the boy didn't have the constitution of some of the other monsters that lurked about Public High School #259... he still had quite the speed and constitution to keep in pace with a speeding limousine... Though, to be perfectly fair, even in spite of the wide turns, this should have been impossible.

...

Although, when there is a tree rammed and latched into the back of a tree, and a boy in tow, running to try and keep to speed with the driver...

...

Plausibility...

...

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Arriving to the shitty looking building (to which the boy it looked positively cozy towards), the boy was thrown onto the ground, while the driver jumped on top of him, straddling him by the stomach, landing haymaker after haymaker on the boy's face, as the boy punched back, forcibly cracking himself in unnatural ways to throw strong punches back at the man's face, screaming "SMASH!" "SMASH!" "SMASH!" "SMASH!"

"SHUT UP!" "SHUT UP!" "SHUT UP!" "SHUT UP!"

*WHACK*

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...Kicking the tree out from being lodged out of his car, the driver adjusted his half-torn tie, dusting himself off, before looking at the boy. Figuring he might as well finish the "delivery" the driver looked over to the unconscious boy, walked over to him, picked him up by one arm, hefted him over to his back, and carried the boy forward and into the building...

...With the flashy music, lights, girls...

Fucking lucky kids.

Throwing the boy from over his back, he kicked the boy in the side, spat on him, and walked out, in his mind having already quit. Fuck, they didn't pay him enough for this shit.

Why did kids like THAT fucker get all the cool shit like that, huh?

Grumbling as he walked out, the boy lay there, blood-drenched, unconscious.

But only for a few moments longer.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor smiled sympathetically toward alexis "Then I suppose I should just have to make things interesting for you" Victor said with a laugh, then the house was opened up, everyone went inside and...

oh damn

Victor liked this teacher

a lot

Victor whistled, then laughed pulling out his art supplies and setting them down on the nice furnishings

"so-" Victor began to one of the strippers, but she was not being fooled by him "hun, you're not even near old enough" she said "Five bucks says I can make you moan better than anyone your age" Victor said quite plainly with a lovely smile, seeing as how she had made it so forward he figured he would do the same.

she looked him down for a moment then looked around

"just be my model at least" victor said, his eyes powerful now, majestic

she nodded after a moments thought, he winked

he took out his things, begining to draw her, she was quite exquisite

he stopped a passing garcon. "would you mind getting me some water, I'm a tad parched" Victor said with a smile "thanks" he added

what a nice teacher