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Post by meigan on Jun 27, 2007 19:07:30 GMT -8
((OOC; Limit to + - 5 students please. KTHNX <3))
Her first day at 259, woohoo! The art room was just like she had seen when she had taken a tour of this establishment. Throwing wheels splattered with clay to one side, easels in various places, some empty, some with unfinished pieces of artwork on them...various drawing tables, light tables, cupboards and shelves for supplies and drying art, and two large drying racks in the farthest corner. At the 'front' of the room sat a desk also covered in artwork, and a comfy teacher's chair with a clay handprint on the back.
"Perfect." The violet haired teacher purred, slinging in her acoustic over her shoulder and an art portfolio in her hand. She leaned the guitar against the side of the desk, slinging the black portfolio ont one side of the desk and hopping up onto the other, sitting crossleggedly. lavender leg warmers graced her legs up to where black shorts began. A black tank and purple beater covered her torso, and on her hands she wore faux lace gloves that ran up almost to her elbows. Yep, she was an artist alright. From the top of her head to the tips of her brightly painted toenails.
Just then, the most marvelous sound ever to grace her ears rang thoughout the school. The bell. Ding, ding, ding!
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Post by xiella on Jun 27, 2007 19:42:17 GMT -8
OOC: Yay, I posted! *becomes overtaken by writers block again*
Xiella had just arrived at her appointed locker where she was depositing things which she would need later on in the day for her classes. She was given a pocket-sized map of the school for direction earlier in the day and a list of all of the classes she would have to attend and in which periods. Her next class for the afternoon would be Art.
Xiella was excited. She wasn't exactly good in anything else she did, music never worked out for her, design was not what she was meant to do, cooking was something she couldn't even ace! Maybe art would turn out differently? She hoped so, but then again she would never know until she marched her butt down those corridors and into the classroom where art class was taking place and found out, now would she?
The answer was no and Xiella knew this, so she took a quick glance at her map and hurried to Ms. St. Vincent's? class. When Xiella arrived no one seemed to be there yet - er, no one was there yet... except one person mounted on top of the largest desk in the room ( which would be the teacher's ) with an acoustic guitar in her arms and purple hair running all about her side and back. At first Xiella figured that she was Ms. St. Vincent, the woman whom would be teaching the class, but then she decided against that assuring herself: no teacher would look like that.
Xiella stepped inside so the older woman could see her and then asked politely after making a final decision that this wasn't the art teacher, "I'm sorry, but do you know when Ms. Vincent will be joining us?"
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Post by meigan on Jun 27, 2007 20:16:57 GMT -8
Hazel eyes glanced up from guitar strings as she heard footsteps enter the room. The girl looked a little awkward, as if she didn't quite know what she was walking into. The artroom sometimes had that effect on people, especially when the scene is new. The completely wonderful chaos of art whirrling around four walls is quite breathtaking at times, especially when the space is occupied by students. Paint brushes chilling in glasses of mucky water, drawing pencils scattered about tables and floors, pastel dust flying through the air like colorful clouds...Hmm, that could make a good song, the young woman thought, before her gaze fell on the student fully as she spoke up.
'I'm sorry, but do you know when Ms. Vincent will be joining us?' Well besides getting her name half-wrong, the girl didn't seem to understand that SHE was the teacher! Olivia would not stand for a mere student to chill on her desk with a guitar, that was her place! But she guessed her eccentric look, compared to the shirt-and-tie ensemble of the rest of the teacher, was the main cause of the girl's misunderstanding. Olivia grinned, before breaking out into an airy laugh.
"Well, I'm sure she isn't too far away." She replied, lightly strumming her fingers across the half metal/half nylon guitar strings. Let the girl settle in her false identification. She'll find out soon enough, once the other students arrived.
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Post by Aureus on Jun 27, 2007 20:50:07 GMT -8
Damnit, damnit, damnit, Aureus thought as he got closer and closer to the room he hated more than any other in the school: the art room. One of his English classes had ended after the teacher up and died, and a replacement had yet to be found. Because of his absence, he hadn't been able to choose a replacement class like the rest of the students, but was instead forced into one, one that he despised.
Word around the school was there was a new teacher, a young one at that, but that didn't change the Junior's feeling about the damn course. Art just wasn't his thing. Not drawing, painting, or any of it. Not like he hadn't tried either, no he had tried again and again his first two years at 259. As he expected, the results weren't pretty. The only fine movements his hands were suited for were those used when playing guitar.
Strolling into the room without a glance at the teacher or other student standing around like an idiot, he plopped into a chair, before staring down at the desk.
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Post by xiella on Jun 28, 2007 7:14:14 GMT -8
"Well, I'm sure she isn't too far away."
"Okay..." whispered the redhead quietly to herself, and she slowly began to approach one of the drawing desks where she would place her bag down. She wouldn't take a seat yet, in case the class was probably being delayed. Xiella had chosen this class herself, unlike some of the other students that would probably be joining, she felt like doing something creative. It was like a challenge for her, especially since she was the least creative out of all of the family. So Xiella just watched as the odd lady let her fingers slide down the little strings of her guitar. For a moment she felt uncomfortable -- in fact, this almost felt like being tortured, sitting in a classroom waiting for your teacher and all your other classmates to show up.
But then little bits of her hope and determination to make sure this class would be a good one returned when someone else entered the room. He looked exhausted, or maybe he was just lazy, as the first thing he did was find a chair and just fall back into it. He didn't bother to greet the... um... purple woman, or Xiella. In fact, it didn't even look like he had seen either of them!
Xiella decided not to say anything, she took a seat two desks away from him where her bag was and crossed her legs over each other as she began to quietly tap the desk with her fingers as if she were announcing all the seconds that were passing one by one like a clock. Not that Xiella was an impatient person, but she was currently sitting in a room with a purple haired woman sitting on the teacher's desk and a student who pretty much looked as if he didn't even want to be there. Most kids are quite happy when their classes are put off because of whatever reason in the middle of the day, but Xiellla...? Not so much.
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Post by meigan on Jun 28, 2007 14:15:02 GMT -8
"Oooo, well it looks like we got ourselves a grump." The purple haired woman stated in her melodious tone as she watched the second student wander in, still plucking at the strings of her guitar. The melody was slow, not hesitant, but it left the listener to wonder whether her song was coming from nowhere or whether it was something she had learned an practiced. "Boy, tell me, what do you want to get from this class? Or are you simply passing time?"
She couldn't quite tell if he was here for the art's sake or not. His expression led him to look practical, he liked physical labor, but perhaps not that of the finer arts. The red haired girl, however, looked open to the creativity of art, though she appeared hesitant in nature, uncomfortable. Yes, there was a lot of work Olivia St. Vincent could do here.
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Post by Aureus on Jun 28, 2007 14:29:39 GMT -8
As Aureus sat there zoning out, something reached out and caught his attention. It was single notes being plucked...on a guitar. Looking up, his eyes raced around the room looking for the instrument. And just where did it happen to be? In the lap of the rather...unique looking art teacher. It was around that time that she posed a question to him.
"I'm here because all the other classes are filled up, and my usual English class was canceled. Look, I'll make this clear: I'm not an artist. A fighter? Yes. A musician? Yes, but not an artist as far as drawing, painting, and the rest go," he replied in a steady tone.
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Post by meigan on Jun 28, 2007 14:57:37 GMT -8
((OOC: Ooops.))
"Ooo, and testy to boot." She replied not unpleasantly, her voice as melodious as ever, almost as if she were singing. "Haven't you ever imagined your music to have visualizations? A mood? You know that mood can be related to color right? And tempo to texture? Art is music, and music is art. The two are closly related, and often work well together. Perhaps it is just your unwillingness to try."
The tempo to her note plucking grew faster, echoing off the tall walls of the room. The second bell should be ringing soon, there has to be more artistic talent than this in Public High School 259.
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Post by Aureus on Jun 29, 2007 12:52:31 GMT -8
There's something odd about this woman. Definitely not the usual type that Asiv hires. Not to mention...she's fiiiiiiiiiine. What? Are you kidding me?! Already? Am I going to have to keep you away from her? Maybe... During the time spent thinking this, Aureus would inadvertently shoot the teacher a curious look.
Shaking off the short conversation with his rather perverted second personality, the Pillar replied to the instructor. "Yeah, that's all well and good to think about, but actually doing it is a different matter. And I have tired, but since I'd rather not make my stay here too unpleasant, I'll try, for you," The Junior said in a challenging tone.
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Post by meigan on Jun 30, 2007 11:57:58 GMT -8
((OOC: shite, I did it again. X.x That's what I get for posting with a hangover I suppose XD))
"But have you really had your hear tin it when you've tried? Or did you simply try to produce something pleasing? Producing an creating are two different things. We, as humans, have the wonderful oppourtunity and ability to create beautiful things. Architechs, musicians, directors, chefs..they're all artists. Do you think they all simply wished to produce something profitable to succeed in their profession? 'If you don't put your best into your work, don't be disappointed by the results.'" ((DUN DUN DUN DUN, catchphrase! [see bio]))
Olivia looked around again as the second bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. "Well," Ms. St. Vincent said in a cheery tone, clapping her hands and straightening her back in a fashiona that made her suddenly look all the more teacher-like. "It looks like we will start now, and any stragglers will have to catch up. I will not repeat myself because I am not a broken record, any notes you miss you will have to get from your classmates. That also goes for whoever shows up late today. Art is not a solitary form, it is an act of communication and cooperation of ideas. Work together and succeed together, try flying solo in search of glory and you will crash and burn." Being an artist, Olivia was good as visual examples.
"I suggest we start with introductions. My name is Miss St. Vincent. Not Mrs St. Vincent, or Ms Vincent. I will call you by your proper names so I would appreciate if you called me by mine. Now I believe if we start with you, miss." She nodded to the red haired girl. "Care to share your name, your favorite medium, and what you hope to gain from this class?"
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Post by xiella on Jun 30, 2007 12:59:13 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry. Posting will be slow for me.
Xiella's mind was drifting away as the student and teacher conversed with each other, she was looking out the window and thinking of nothing in particular. Maybe she was examining the withered willow tree in the distance, or the rough grass of the athletic field of the school which was visible from her position in the classroom. Or maybe even she was glancing into the clouds searching for the inspiration she needed to make a pretty art piece. It could have been any of these. Or... she was maybe just getting bored and daydreaming because she found nothing between the two other people's conversation to be of any interest to herself.
Of course the red-haired girl soon enough came back to surface, she glanced over at the woman whom appeared to be the teacher as she tried to think back to what she had said just now. It was difficult because Xiella hadn't been paying any real attention to her, she was not only trying to stay out of hers and the other student's conversation but also trying to find something that would help her along with her art project.
The only thing that the redhead had caught onto that 'Miss' St. Vincent had said though was "Care to share your name", she tried to be clever and quickly replied saying "Xiella Volkova", but then found herself wanting to shrink in her chair. Somehow that didn't seem like the right answer...
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Post by meigan on Jun 30, 2007 13:23:05 GMT -8
((ooc: No prob...Ryu's just a post whore ;] ))
The purple haired teacher blinked at her for a moment, she had the expression of a kid who had been caught not paying attention and asked a difficult question, so was. This wasn't math, they weren't even talking about art yet, it shouldn't be this difficult.
"Yes, Xiella, and your favorite medium and what you would like to gain from this class?" She prompted in the teacher-talking-to-a-confused-student sort of way, pausing before and after the girl's name. This one had seemed like she was more into art than the boy, but she was beginning to wonder if she had her work cut out for her or not.
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Post by xiella on Jun 30, 2007 21:33:59 GMT -8
"Yes, Xiella, and your favorite medium and what you would like to gain from this class?"
Xiella's eyes soaked up the purple-haired teacher and her face turned from blue to red to green to red until finally matching the teacher's very own hair color to purple and then back to red as she tried to think of something smart to say. She had just signed up for art... was she supposed to be able to give instant replies?
Silence... YES?!
T_T
The red-haired girl sat there for a moment. She was somewhat thankful that nobody else besides the boy had showed up in the class, to be embarrassed in front of a teacher was one thing, but a crowd she just couldn't talk. So Xiella sat there clueless for several seconds as she kept on repeating the teacher's question in her head.. she couldn't think of anything to say, so she finally came clean and mumbled a little loud,
"Um... I don't know..."
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Post by meigan on Jun 30, 2007 21:41:55 GMT -8
Oddly enough, the purple haired teacher smiled. In a normal class setting, if a student didn't know an answer, the teacher would become testy and snippy, but this was art. The only time answers really mattered was during critiques or section tests. "That's fine. You will have plenty of time to find a medium that works nicely for you. Of course you will all be expected at least try every medium in the sections I give you, but there will be opportunities for you to choose your own or use more than one at a time, known as 'mixed media.'"
Miss St. Vincent then turned to the brown haired boy who was so certain he was an artistic failure. We'll just see about this one. "And you?"
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Post by Aureus on Jul 1, 2007 16:43:07 GMT -8
Aureus really couldn't argue with the woman after she went through her whole heart felt spiel, albeit a pretty good one. At least she was more positive than the last art teacher he had. Maybe this class won't be too bad. You can say that again...look at that ass. *Sigh*
From there the room's collective attention shifted to the quiet girl who looked extremely confused. Her response didn't really surprise the Pillar. She was just shy, and probably not fully comfortable being in a new school. She'd probably come around eventually. Once again Miss St. Vincent took an understanding approach, surprising Aureus yet again. She wasn't the usual 259 breed.
Once the introductory question was posed to him, Aureus cleared his throat and spoke with his usual air of confidence. "Aureus Hayes. I don't really have a favorite medium, but the one that interests me most at the moment is photography. As for what I want from this class, I guess I just want to learn and have a bit of fun." Wonder where the rest of the class is.
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