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 Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:19 pm
 Welcome to Art class! Get ready to get dirty because here you will get down and dirty with all the fun that art class has to offer. Pick your station and set yourself up because that is where you will be the rest of the year!
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:21 pm
 Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian hummed to himself as he unlocked the door to the classroom and took in the scent of the room, it smelled like clay, paint, and creativity. He tossed his coat and his hat on the desk and set his art bag gently down on top of them. He began whistling to himself as he went through the stock opening windows, and letting the sunlight stream through the windows. "Could use a little color on them...might make them stain glass windows." He muttered as he moved around the room
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:45 pm
 Metatron ~ The Voice of God
A resounding thud was heard throughout the room as Metatron hit the floor hard on his side seemingly out of no where. He was no were near the door and nothing else was disturbed. Of course the loud noise wasn't the only thing that let Metatron's presence known as he proceeded to make a loud whining noise as he struggled to get up. The man made a good show of it too, like he had fallen a good two stories at least. As he got to up he propped himself up on his knees and said, "I think... I missed."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:50 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian yelped as he tripped over Metatron coating both of them in brightly colored paints and sending paintbrushes scattered everywhere. "fiu de catea!" He yelled in Romanian as he wiped the paint off his face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:05 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
"Mother.." Metatron promptly fell again, coated with paint. As he tried to stand again his shoes slipped on the splatters of paint on the ground sending him back, flat on his back again. He lay still for a moment to grumble it seemed before he turned his head sharply to look at the man who had knocked him over, "A little warning next time. A back up signal maybe? Like a 'beep'."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:08 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor "Maybe if you didnt come crashin into a room you wouldn't get coated with paint." Stelian snorted as the guy slipped and fell again as the gypsy gracefully got to his feet and walked over to the cleaning station to clean himself up.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:24 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Instead of trying to just stand up, Metatron tried rolling over and pushing himself up which proved more successful. However, this caused him to get even more paint all over himself and he noticed he was now starting to stick to things and leaving hand prints everywhere. Once he was on his feet he got a good look at himself and started to whine, "Aw man, this was a new suit! It was a gift from the big guy too. Dang it, I got paint in my ears. It's going to screw with my signals."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:38 am
 ~Quintin...Monkey King Reincarnate...Fight Proclaimed Ring King~ Quintin walked silently towards class. He heard the commotion yet ignored it. Making his way inside and slowly sat down. "Hey Stelian." He said. Staff long since vanished as the monkey king moved and sat down. Dang...why was there a hot guy in paint? Kinky shiz going on in here? He should probably leave in that case.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:14 am
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian sighed as he draped a towel over his shoulders, his paint smeared shirt clinging to his well defined chest as he carried a bucket of warm water to Metatron and dumped it right over his head. "Hey Quintin, glad you could make it." he moved and tapped his finger on a scrub brush. "Go clean him up." He flicked his finger and the brush zoomed to Metatron and began scrubbing him vigorously.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:33 am
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron turned as he heard a boy walk into class. He looked as if he was thinking for a moment but before he could utter a word he was doused with a bucket a warm water. The man gave a sour look as his tall thin form took on the look of a cheep wet rag and he head slowly turned to Stelian, "Didn't we just have this discussion?" He was taken a back but not really shocked when the brush came toward him and began to scrub him. He started to squirm and try to avoid the thing, "Hey, wait, stop, that doesn't go there! Hey! That tickles!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:21 pm
~Quintin...Monkey King Reincarnate...Fight Proclaimed Ring King~ Quintin got a sense and pulled out the phone thing and made a face. He looked at him and quickly was without any look on his face. "I'm afraid I will have to cut it short. I walked into class and saw kinky. Thinking it could get no worse and yet it did. If I was to bottom the art teacher is who I'd want playing painter with me." He said. Blinking. "Dear lord...there is something wrong with me. I need to attend to things at the Arena. My apologies Stelian...I shall come to the next class." He stood and walked towards the exit. "Sit still you spazzy creature from the heavens. Or I'll come back and give you a real reason to be so jerking all over the place." For a moment his other nature showed. He face palmed and crushed the phone. "Pardon me Stelian...I need to go kick a bunch of butts Monkey Fist style." He said. Leaving now.(exit)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:27 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian stood, his face going from confused to wide eyed at Quintins commentary as he watched the monkey king leave the room. "damned perverted Gadjo, there is nothing kinky going on here!" He grumbled as he began to pick up the spilled paint cans as the brush continued to scrub at Metatron. "If you keep squirming like that you'll never get all the paint off."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:37 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron stopped squirming for a moment to retort at Stelian, "This thing is touching me in not nice places! This is oddly inappropriate sir and I think there's paint in my pants." Metatron spun around with a flourish as felt the brush go inside his coat. With as much grace as before, Metatron managed to find a wet spot on the floor and fall right onto his back again. For a moment he layed still as if in defeat before he was attacked by the brush again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:59 pm
Stelian Maximoff-Rogers: Art Instructor Stelian just sighed and shook his head as he went to the sink and began cleaning up once more. "Hopefully this will teach you not to come crashing into an art room, Imagin what would have happened if you had hit a statue or something sill made of wet clay?" He asked before getting irritated at the way the shirt was pulling across his skin and whipped it off over his head, showing an extremely intricate tattoo on his back.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:19 pm
Metatron ~ The Voice of God
Metatron continued to fight with the brush, "Wouldn't be the first time my face was on a statue. And it wasn't my fault okay! My signals got all wonky." Metatron managed to at least get up into a siting position where a resigned himself to the brush and let it do as it pleased. He leaned his elbow against his knee and propped his face against his knuckles, "This thing have a off switch or is this just entertaining for you?"
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