Not your regular kind of Art class

[chibitanny]

First day on the job, first class of the morning; Fai had already gotten acquainted with his classroom over the weekend - he had been shocked and horrified by the state cultural lecture room had been left in. It was CLEAN, spotless and everything seemed to have it's place. How were students to learn a speck of decent creativity in such a stuffy classroom? So in the space of two days the rather oddball professor had "redecorated" the historic lecture room - it now had a rather homely, lived in and worked in feel to it. (or rather it looked as if a boom had dropped inside it) It now looked and felt like true Art studio should and he was quite pleased with his handy work; the Easels were no longer neatly lined up but spread randomly through the lecture room, but still carefully positioned so they would not block a student's view, the paints, pastels and graphic pencils we messily dumped in each of the student's desk along with put together sketch pads made from second hand scrap paper, there was a pile of clay stacked precariously in a damp corner; the finishing touch were the insane amount of canvas' some untouched, some party used that lined along the walls of the room carelessly stacked appearing as if whoever had been in here hadn't had the motivation to return them to their proper storage unit. The blonde professor, sat like a lazy feline his feet upon his untidy desk; papers with half drawn doodles and art supplies strewn across the willow polished desk top. Vivid azure eyes rose up from a game of noughts and crosses being played against himself, it was discarded as his students began to arrive.

[chii]

Down the hallway to the art room came the sound of walking, as evident by the loud clanks. As a pretty slow pace the footsteps came closer and closer to the art room door. Eventually the door opened and the first student had appeared in the doorway, and and odd student it was. A girl that looked no older then sixteen. Her eyes were almost like an emotionless brown, her hair was long and ebony white/blonde with two strands along the side of her face that were held in strange hair barrettes. She was wearing the school uniform. Okay, she would have looked normal if it wasn't the white and light pink triangles rights where her ears were, or so one would have thought, since unless anyone knew persocoms they would have been clueless to the fact those were her ears.

The girl walked in, blinking cluelessly. She was signed up for this class, and many kind people had pointed her to the classroom, as she had gotten lost at least thirty times on the way, but she hadn't a single idea was to what the hell art was, at all. She didn't know what drawing, painting, coloring, shading, or whatever else art had to offer was. So the girl cautiously scanned every items she saw. Paper... pencils... paints...pastels...clay... none of these items she knew off the top of her head. Hideki never bothered to teach her any of this. One would better hope the teacher was a very patient one this her, as she was probably the most unprepared and clueless of any student that would enter the room. But was interested her was the clay. She started at it with a lot of curiosity.

"Chii?"

She asked no on in particular, more so talking to herself. She raised her right arm, and balled her hand into a fist except her index finger. She took her index finger and started to poke at the clay. Her brown eyes continued to stare in wonder as she poked the clay one more time, two more times, three more times, and so on and so forth. So just smiled and poked the clay repeatedly until there was a bunch of finger marks indented in it. She smiled more, and just stared at it as if it were an animal on display at the zoo. She then finally shifted her focus to the paints. She smiled more, and poked at the paints, which were dry so nothing got on the perscom's fingers. The teacher must be thinking that she had to be crazy.

[cujo]

Dareynn walked down the halls, the only thing in his hands a black notebook. He held it close to his side as he walked, his other hand shoved in his pocket. The only reason he was attending this class was because he couldn't really miss it; it was art. That, along with physical education and any performing arts class, were hard to make up. He didn't mind the class, either, though he preferred writing to sketching.

When he reached the door, he opened it slowly, surprised when he saw only the teacher and one other student there. Mentally shrugging, he walked to the desk in the very back of the room and set down his notebook. Hopefully the teacher didn't have a seating arrangement; from the looks of the room, he wouldn't. Good. Dareynn didn't want to end up stuck next to someone he couldn't stand, or someone who felt the need to fill silences with endless chatter.

He leaned back in the seat, his scuffed black Converse holding him steady. He stared at the notebook on the table, waiting for the teacher to tell them to do something. (Surely he had a lesson plan?)

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[finne]

Unintentional Drop Finne had the feeling she was getting late so she started to walking faster to reach the class room in time. Why does she needed to spend so much time with daydreaming. She completely forgot the time so the result was easy to consider. Cursing to herself in her mind she walked fast. Keeping an eye on the numbers of the classrooms. Was this the right way.. Finne saw the numbers were getting closer to the one were she needed to be and sighed in relieved. Ah, there it was. For a moment she stopped, looking to the door. Giving herself a moment to get her breath and heartbeat normal and entered the class room. She immediately recognized the girl, it was that strange guy from her first day. The one who called her a doll.. That idea was making her feel so uncomfortable. She still couldn't find it why she was calling her a doll. Finne started to walk to the seats and nodded to the teacher before looking down to the ground. She sat down and opened her bag, reaching in it to get her sketchbook. She had no idea if she needed it, but at least she could do something if everything was getting boring. When she opened it she was searching trough all the sketches to the unfinished one. Here book was full of sketches all drawn in black and white with only pencil. From landscapes to fantasy images. Her last one, the unfinished is from an dragon with a fairy on his paw. It all looked so real. This was the thing she was good in: Drawing. Maybe the only thing she was good at. It was a picture she liked. An evil, dangerous dragon with a small, nice fairy. Sometimes she felt like that fairy. Looking up to everything, like if it was bigger, better then her. Before looking up one time she started to finish the wings of the fairy. She made it looked like it was sparkling.

[lunarflowerangel]

Nayru had just walked into the classroom, clinging to a sketchbook against her chest as she look around. She found a spot near an empty table and set her sketchbook down, noticing the three other students in the room. She sighed a bit, opening her sketchbook and pulled out her supplies, instantly starting to draw as her imagination started soaring.

[emoxavenger]

He groaned in irritation. Why did he sign up for art again? Ah, bird class. He could fly bye it easily. With such an easy class it left less studying and more training. He smirked to himself and turned the corner. His hand were jammed into the pockets of his school uniform pants. Red wasn't exactly his color, something more like his brother would wear. He growled, why'd he even think of his brother?

He pushed strand of raven hair behind his ear before entering the classroom. Oh joy, a blonde haired blue eyed teacher. God knows the troubles he had gone through with blondes. Especially one in particular....damn Dobe. He smacked loudly on the gum in his mouth before some-what glaring at the teacher. If he heard 'Dattebayo' come out of his mouth he was killing him.

[chibitanny]

Fai had smother a rare expression that graced his face when the first student arrived at his lecture room, he was grateful for small mercies that she was distracted by the sights of the chaotic classroom; Chii - this place had a Chii too, it was fitting that she was his student and it appeared she was not different from the other Chiis' he had met in his travels: 'curious', 'naive' and 'sweet'. Ok so the last observation was more an bias opinion, but still - she was the same Chii he knew and adored. He quietly observed her poking a prod at different objects; he dreadfully wished to go to her and explain what each thing she investigated was, however he could not favour his student, it would be unprofessional and more students were already arriving. The second student arrived an obvious look of mild surprise the room was so empty, of all other occupants other than one student and the professor, noting the boy opted for a seat furthurest away, Fai made a mental note to focus on him and ensured he participated fully. Next a girl followed the second student hot on his heels, she nodded to Fai in acknowledgement and even before she sat down and started to doodle in her book could the teacher sense her strong creativity, she would surely be quite talent at magic if she decided to take the elective with Naga. Again it was another female to arrive next and like the last student she too started to doodles as she waited for his further instructions. He had to sigh in light hearted amusement as a dark haired boy with equallly dark eyes that held an expression as sour as grumpy as Kurogane's was when he was grumpy arrived, why was it the majority of girls that held the creative genes? Boys always tended to be alot of hard work to drag out anything remotely fun or creative. In another part of his mind he made another mental and filed his image away with the other to ensure he got 'alot' out of the class. Without further ado he decide it really didn't matter if the class was all there or not, he'd start - it would easy to catch up anyway. "Salutations pupils, welcome to your first Art class for the semester, I am Fai D. Flourite; but you can call me Fai, Mr Flourite, Professor, Big Kitty or even mommy, I really don't mind, whatever you feel most comfortable with!" Fai addressed the class with a broad giddy grin. "Today's lesson will be laid back, all we'll be doing is getting to know each other; with a little game I like to call; 'you-stand-up-and-say-words-that-best-describe-you-while-I-listen-and-draw-what-I-hear-and-create-a-portrait'. The rules are simple, when I select you, you stand up and say words that you think best describe you and you keep listing words until I tell you to stop. - Does anyone have any questions?"

[finne]

Not your regular kind of Art class

The young, shy girl looked around to the other students before the professor started to speak and introduced himself. All those names to call him. Finne made a mental note to only call him proffesor, just out of respect.

He wanted to play a game to make a portrait with only the given words? That sounded difficult and her gaze was looking to the professor, full of interest. What does she needed to tell about herself? She was a quiet person, who only talked when there was something good to say. Not those stupid rubish some other people were saying to get atention. Most of all she was a shy person.
Some people called her nice, careing, but she self did not noticed that before. Normaly she was called scared or too quiet.

In her mind she was making a whole list to tell when he wanted her to, but first she hoped he was going to pick someone else.

[lunarflowerangel]

Nayru lifted her head and ceased her doodling when she heard the teacher speak. A sense of panic filled her as she heard that he was going to choose someone to speak and draw them a portrait of them with only given words. She took a deep breath without anyone noticing, trying to remain calm. It's not that bad, she said. But the thing is, what was she going to say if she go picked first?