Masaru
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Post by Masaru on Oct 6, 2009 5:17:08 GMT -8
Masaru shook his head as the class turned from not-so-school-like environment to a battleground of some sorts. all this commotion disrupted him and caused him to mess up his drawing. Trashing the scraps of what he had been working on, Masaru restarted his drawing.
Meh, he wasn't much of an artist, but the teacher didn't specify the style or how they had to look, so Masaru started drawing his traditional Japanese style drawing of one of the ladies under a blossoming cherry tree looking out at the sunset.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 6, 2009 12:08:46 GMT -8
Alex lifted his head up and frowned slightly as a commotion started up, all due to a comment the big guy, Katsuri as Alex found out his name was, had said. He then heard Reira snap, as Alex remained cool and calm, though it seemed peace was not going to return here, not for a while at least. He saw Gabriel had frozen up after Reira's outburst, though he had this aura about him, once that told Alex he would not hesistate to protect Reira, should anything happen. Then came the flying chair. The chair flew over Reira's head, landing on the ground and rolling slightly. Alex let out a quiet sigh. There was going to be no peace when this was all over, was there? Practically the entire class, save for Alex, the other guy (Masaru) and Victor, who had stopped the sliding chair with his foot and was now using it for a footrest, had stood up and confronted Katsuri, who had gone outside for a little while.
Alex looked up at his model, who looked slightly shaken from the commotion. Leaning forward slightly, Alex gently touched her hand, catching her attention, though it made her jump in fright slightly. The minute she saw the calm look in his eyes, she seemed to relax, it seemed no matter what the situation was, Alex always had to ability to calm someone down, partly due to the fact he was cool and calm himself most of the time. Returning back to his drawing, Alex added in detail and shading, he would make this drawing good, not as good as his sister could do mind you, but he would complete it to the best of his abilities. Chuck didn't really specify what they had to do, so Alex decided to draw his model in a night life scene somewhere in the city, the moon peeking out from behind a building that had a billboard on top of it.
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"Tuvlan"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Oct 10, 2009 16:10:16 GMT -8
Crouching Retard
Hidden Savant And then he awoke.
The boy slowly got out of the pool of his own blood from where he had been lying down in for the past fifteen minutes or so. Too bad... he'd missed out on the "chair-throwing" incident to which, if he were conscious, he'd begin throwing other things. However, groggy as he was, he didn't have on his usual smile. Rather, his eye was slightly closed, as if cautious, slowly taking in his new his new enviroment... full of scantly (if even then) clad women all about him, pumping music, flashing lights, and people who carried around miniatures tables (or so he thought) with food on top of them. Looking down, he put his hands into view, down at his waist, palms facing towards him. They were scratched up to the point of still bleeding with some cuts having already hardened up into scar tissue.
He was a mess. "...Pardon me, sir. Are you alright?"
In a slight sign of intelligence, the boy shrugged, his hand suddenly shooting out to grab (in his thoughts, steal) a cracker with cheese on it before bolting it into his mouth. Still, he was here for some reason.
His mind shook as his eye widened, taking in the sight of the girl. Yes, he'd already gotten a woodie at this point, but that wasn't the case. Looking around slowly, his arms just sort of floating where they were, he walked over to the girl in a rather violent manner, before slamming both of his hands onto her shoulder---gently. Enough for her to hold position---his face was looking at the man in the corner and back at the stripper/girl who was going to catch a cold due to how poor she looked.
Reaffirming squeeze, his face blank while his eye danced with enthusiasm, he'd walk over the man who went by the name of Masaru, would violently attempt to grab for a piece of paper without disturbing the drawing in action and a few colored pencils. If not and there was a violent reaction, he'd wander aimlessly, the stripper looking at him oddly, and he'd end up by the man by the name of Victor who was sitting comfortably with the girl by the name of Alexis.
He'd shoot his hand out, as if to ask for paper or a colored pencil. If not, then the boy would walk back to the stripper.
Last resort? Blood on the ground.
...Either way... if he got a piece of paper and/or any coloring pencil or not from any of these people or if he'd have to be self reliant, he'd suddenly push the girl into a corner, and suddenly crunch down on the ground... drawing furiously...
...It'll be better not to ask how the hell that came into his head, much less how he attained/had this sort of motor skill...
Although, of course, if it was just blood on the ground, it would look like that, except just very, very red. |
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Charles Bass
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Post by Charles Bass on Oct 13, 2009 22:54:21 GMT -8
Chuck was infuriated and felt it was time to draw class to an end. No pun intended. Charles stood looking at all the students.
"Class has ended early. Clearly, some students cannot handle a class without twitching in the pain from the faulty maturity their minds have conjured."
Now he had said this, he would be out on his own merry way. He would motion for the security Guards to kindly escort the under aged students out of his bar. They were only here for the class... and he wouldn't want to get in trouble if someone were to find out some students got drunk and started watching strippers on his class times. That.. and his strippers needed to get to work. He didn't want the youngins to corrupt their childish minds with women taking their clothes off.
All the limos will be waiting to take the students back to where they had been picked up from.
(OOC: post your leave and I will PM your guys' EXP)
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 13, 2009 22:59:41 GMT -8
The large man had just been planning to walk back into the room, when it seemed as soon as he opened the door and flicked his cigarette off to the side that it was time to go. Fine. Man had his drawing at his feet, not like he cared. A bit of a yawn and the smoke left over in his lungs seemed to float out, hanging there before he shut that door and went on about his business, heading off towards the next goal he had in mind.
What that goal was? Had no clue. He'd have to find out where this Chuck guy lived.. we would not get into why, lets just suffice to say that it would most likely be bloody and cause him to never want to teach in the school again, which was fine for Katsuri. Still. It would have been a little more amusing if he was not busy obsessing in any way possible to get a reason to beat the shit out of the man.. something about his personality, just set a twitch off in his brain, and would not stop it.
He walked right by the limousines and headed off in the direction of the nearest bus stop, he'd be damned if he was going to ride that thing home. Besides. He wanted to go into town and see if he could not stir up a little trouble at a bar now that his testosterone levels had been alleviated.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 13, 2009 23:12:58 GMT -8
Gabriel was quite glad that the class was over; quite honestly he'd had enough of Chuck if that was at all possible. Gabriel hated slimey players who amounted to nothing in the end. No ambition but the drive for more pussy, a sad realization at how the world was growing into.
"I won't be needing the limo, I'm rather up for a walk myself."
Gabriel turned away from the class and headed off to his next objective, whether someone followed or not it was of no concern he'd probably spend the rest of his evening just hanging out.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 13, 2009 23:28:29 GMT -8
Well this was a nightmare finally ending. She was excited to ditch this joint, breath the fresh air, and maybe hang out with Gabriel -- Oh wait, never mind, he decided to leave without so much as saying anything to her. She heard about space, but eesh what did she do to him? Sighing she quietly packed up her stuff, ran a hand through her hair and left as well. This was why she hated morning classes, nothing but bad shit went down.
Her sketch book tucked neatly under her elbow, Reira passed a few limos, stopped and got into one. She didn’t feel like walking and she didn’t want happy time sunshine anymore. All she wanted to do was skip the rest of her classes, lay in her bed, and go back to sleep. Maybe she’d call Gabriel later, if she decided he deserved such a luxury after the little stunt.
“Marino Beach House…I trust you know where that is,” she said to the driver. He nodded. “Of course.” Hmm at least someone around her was decent today. Off she went.
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Post by Alexis Seran on Oct 14, 2009 0:00:14 GMT -8
"Class has ended early. Clearly, some students cannot handle a class without twitching in the pain from the faulty maturity their minds have conjured."
And Alexis was outside of the door. She just ran to her little heart's desire. She couldn't stand that class. At least she had Victor keeping her company...BUT still! It was torture.
Alexis decided to jog home, though, the boots didn't help... she will learn to run in the and she will master the skill of high heels! It was good getting fresh air and a nice jog. She frackin' loved running.. especially away from people whom she didn't really want to watch together being all coupley and shit.
About time, she was at her home and laid down on her bed and a thought hit her.
Yay, no homework.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 14, 2009 10:55:43 GMT -8
The Boy Victor had fought came up, holding his hand out. Victor smiled and handed him some paper and a few of his colored pencils, though the only ones he parted with where mostly blue... weird.
anyway
Victor nodded as Chuck dismissed class... there always had to be someone who was gonna ruin it for everyone else... oh well. Victor got up and looked at his drawing... it was quite nice in the end. he looked at the stripper, now seeing her in the light he had portrayed in his drawing he felt almost bad.
"Thanks for being my model, and sorry what I said earlier, its like chuck said, we're all just immature high schoolers" Victor said with a little laugh, his lovable smile coming to his lips as he handed her the picture he drew. "it would be super awesome if you gave that to chuck for me" Victor said with a smile, he wanted her to be able to see his drawing, he didn't know why... maybe it would help her feel better or something...
and with that he walked out to the limo he came from... now where to?
"Back to the school please" Victor asked. secretly he wanted to go after alexis and hang out, make sure she was okay, but he got the feeling she'd rather be alone for the moment... fair enough.
and with that, back to the school he would go
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 15, 2009 12:07:54 GMT -8
Alex looked up from his drawing upon hearing the teacher's voice, and boy, did he sound furious. Then again, who could blame him? This class wasn't exactly what came to mind when one thought of Art class. Shrugging his shoulders casually, Alex closed his sketchbook and placed his pencil back in his pencil case. He then placed both back into his backpack, before picking his bag up and slung it over it shoulder. He then bowed to his model, making her blush slightly from the gesture, before giving her a quick nod and smile, as he turned and was escorted out of the building by a big, bulky looking security guard. Once he reached the limo, he climbed in, and pulled the door shut.
"Dusk Apartments please." Alex said politely, as he crossed one leg over the other, his backpack on the seat beside him. The limo driver nodded, Alex had been in limo's nearly his entire life, so he knew the behavior one would expect from sitting in one, even if it wasn't his. No matter what your status in life is, manners are one thing that will stay with you for the rest of your life. Alex watched the scenery whip past, and before he knew it, the limo pulled up to the front of his apartment. Climbing out of the limo, Alex thanked the driver, before heading up the stairs to his apartment. Once he got into his apartment, he realized he had no homework assigned. At least one good thing came out of this Art class. Everything else had gone to ground in less than 5 seconds. What a drag...[/color]
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Masaru
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Post by Masaru on Oct 18, 2009 16:00:37 GMT -8
"Class has ended early. Clearly, some students cannot handle a class without twitching in the pain from the faulty maturity their minds have conjured."
Masaru twitched...
His art wasn't done yet, and nothing productive came out of this class. Hopefully next time is more productive. Well, at least he got to use some of the art supplies that has been lying around in his attic for some time now. He crumpled up his art and walked out the door.
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