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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 9:47 pm
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.   John was walking with considerable speed. He had a long way to go to get to his algebra class. Johnathon groaned at the very thought of math. It was complete torture to have that class of all classes first thing in the morning. He still didn't get why he needed it. It was clear he was going to be a famous playwright when he got older. In fact, John was so sure of it he had even told his parents he wouldn't be needing his inheritance. Of course his father had simply laughed over the phone and said, John would be still getting an inheritance and just in case this school didn't work. John could always become CEO of the company like his father. John had merely ignored the comment, how he hated his parents sometimes.
They just didn't get him. Then again the only connection John even had with his parents were the photos, phone calls, and occasional text messages. He had only met is parents a few times in his life. He had a nanny when he was a child and now that he was older he was in boarding school. They never came to visit, and the phone calls were often voice mail exchanges between them. John would leave a message, then they would leave a message, and it would continue. It was odd to think of his parents as parents. As John was thinking all these thoughts he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. His footsteps echoed against the barren hallways. The silence intensifying his sadness. He then ran into a girl with jet black hair. She was small and petite and John just hadn't seen her. He rubbed his forehead and looked around. His bottom had landed on the tiled floor hard.
He looked to see the girl was somewhat cute. "I'm sorry." Said John getting up. He offered her his hand, since he had bumped into her. John then noticed the girls face. "Wait aren't you in my math class? Maria, right? It's me John, I sit right behind you." And your obsessed with your brother thought John as he spoke. He couldn't believe he had run into her. She kind of scared him because she was so obsessed, like a killer or stalker. {OOC: } A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:09 pm
 ♬【 thump 】♬ Often I’m told I need to clean up my act
Although maturity is something I lack
And so when some simple little problems arise
I overthink them, over and over again ┏━━━━━━━━━ ♫ ❅ ♕ ❅ ♫ ━━━━━━━━━┓
Ah, Algebra. A mind-bending series of complicated and tongue-twisting formulas. Plotting points on a graph, finding the value of an unknown number, it was all there in that very class. Would it be practical in the long run? Not necessarily, which was why it was unpopular with all students. However, it was an excellent brain trainer, helping you think in nee, logical ways despite you not being concious of it. Maria saw this, and therefore, didn't complain about the work she was given or the extraneous amounts of informatipn she was expected to cram into her head. Her brother never complained, why should she? The young girl ambled to this class, her usual neutral expression filling her fair features. There was no rush, at this rate, despite the detour with the violinist, Maria knew that she would make it to class on time.
Until...
Thump.
The petite girl found herself on the floor, her glasses knocked off and her crimson orbs wide with shock. Who would do such a thing to make her fall? In her slightly fuzzy view came the black design of the male uniform, a hand soon pierced through her view, a rather handsome boy was the owner. "I'm sorry." he said, his hand extended towards Maria. She inspected the boy despite her impaired vision. She could see that his palm was red, Maria taking in the inference that he had fallen quite hard as well. She then looked at his eyes which were green in shade, like two handsome emeralds. "Wait aren't you in my math class? Maria, right?" The raven haired nodded in response, confirming her identity. "It's me John, I sit right behind you."
"I apologize but I do not recognize you." Maria said, taking the boy's hand of help. She dusted off her black skirt and red blazer before continuing to speak. "But I will make an effort to remeber you our next meeting." Her eyes were cold as she looked at the taller male, piecing together his features. She could tell that he was judging her through his eyes, she could see the bad impression she gave off. But she didn't mind. The only person she wanted notice from was Daichi.
┗━━━━━━━━━ ♫ ❅ ♕ ❅ ♫ ━━━━━━━━━┛ ❤ How she feels:"The nerve..."
♡ Notes:Thanks for bringing Maria into the story, ahaha. ;; u ; )/♥
❤ Word Count:369 Voice Claim... yanagi nagi :: (1) (2)
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 2:06 pm
**M r. M a r k s **>Dreams of vibrant colors fill the air!~
>To be on canvas when you think of it!!Landon was satisfied as soon as he finished decorating the room with posters and art pieces that inspired him as a child. He wanted his students to feel like they could be supported by not only the strength of their art but, by the environmental place that they are in. As Landon looked around the hallways he saw a boy who had a mysterious demeanor, it fascinated him and as he went closer to him he saw that the boy had a sketch book and pencil with him. "Could he be an art student?...maybe I should ask him...maybe he's lost..." He said cheerfully going to the boy, Landon remember seeing the names of the students he had in his room. One of the names he saw was Cain, it was weird though that the aura seen with this boy was completely different than that of Johns approach. Then again John thought he was a child, but he was glad to get to know the students better. "Hello sir, Might you be Cain from the art department...you seem lost are you looking for the art room? If so I can show you, you see I am the art teacher!" He said in a cheery voice. His small height didn't help as he looked like a child but acted as an adult. His suit was now tidy and the art room was beautiful.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:55 pm
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Cain looked up at the sound of his name. His eyes looked around for a moment before focusing on the person who had said his name. The person looked small, like a child. Was he lost? Yes. He raised an eyebrow when the person said he was the art teacher. He was glad that the teacher had found him otherwise he would have just continued to wander.
He nodded, "Yes I am," he said in response the the small teacher. It was a bit odd to have to look down at his teacher but he'd quickly get used to it. "You don't need to call me 'sir'," he stated flatly as his eyes wandered, "You're the teacher, not me." The tiny teacher looked happy. To be honest, he was happy too even though it was apparent. He was glad to be able to do art and not worry about his family. Scratching the side of his face, he looked at the teacher, "Yeah, you could show me to the classroom. What's your name anyway, tiny teach?" He asked even though he knew he was bound to hear his name soon anyway, this just sped things up. His fingers subconsciously tapped on his sketch pad's cover.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 7:38 pm
**M r. M a r k s **>Dreams of vibrant colors fill the air!~
>To be on canvas when you think of it!!"Well My name is Mr. Marks glad too meet you as well Cain! I hope we get to interact more." He led Cain to the art room that he had just finished decorating. Landon gladly twirled around and he presented the room. "Well here you are Cain welcome to your new arts class! Feel free to do anything you want today since classes don't really get into account till really tommorow or sometime so please feel free too express yourself!" He said before going to take off his suit and put on an art apron that was already filthy with paint. He smiled as he took out the canvas he was working on and the materials he was using. The picture he had painted was indescribable your own interpretation was your answer. His mind went into deep focus of the canvas.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 8:36 pm
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Cain looked to the enthusiastic teacher as he introduced himself as Mr. Marks. Cain then followed him into the art room. The class looked nice. It was organized which was something he would never be able to say about his own room. There also seemed to be practically every material he could think of available for his use. It was nice to know that he would not be limited when it came to mediums. He watched as Tiny Teach, it seemed like a suitable nickname for Mr. Marks, put on his apron as he explained he was free to do as he wished for the day.
"Alright then Tiny Teach," Cain said although it was questionable whether he directed that to Marks or just muttering to himself since he wasn't looking at him. He climbed up on a tabletop and sat on it as he opened his sketchpad and began working lines onto the paper with his mechanical pencil.
"You like painting, hmm?" He asked although his eyes didn't leave his paper. Of course he likes painting, he's painting right now, isn't he? He thought to himself after asking.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:38 pm
**M r. M a r k s **>Dreams of vibrant colors fill the air!~
>To be on canvas when you think of it!!"I enjoy painting a lot!" He said with an entusiastic voice, though his focus was mainly on the canvas he was still able to hear what Cain was saying. Painting was one of his main specialties the other one was sketching. Landon wasn't a bragger and was content with learning through his own experience. "Tiny teach...hmm sounds cute." he thought as he finished the coating of teal for his picture. His painting after layers and layers of colors revealed an old man with a gray beard and a content face that wore a shall and a latern in one hand and a teal book in another. The outer background was dark and gloomy but, once deeper into the painting towards the old man revealed a bright and beautiful aura that Landon spent months on creating. With a content smile he said. "I love painting, and I enjoy sketching too...the painting I'm doing right now is of my granpapa....he was the only one that actually cared about me and my arts, I always wondered why my grandpapa never painted or did visual arts...he took on literature instead. My parents never cared about my dreams...but...he did...and thats all I needed. But enough about me how have you been!!" He said jumping out of his seat and washing the paint brushes to let the painting dry before going to paint on it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 7:47 pm
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Cain looked up in response to the teacher's enthusiasm as the strokes of his pencil seized momentarily. Then his eyes fell to his teacher's work taking it in. The use of colors was surreal yet the painting itself seemed real as if he were stepping into a dream, or a memory. He looked back to Marks as he began telling him the story behind the painting. It must've been nice to have had someone who supported him even when his parents didn't. Cain's parents didn't care for him anymore and had put their hopes and dreams into his brother. It was a burden that he was relieved to have been freed from although it was now his brother's to bear.
When Marks asked of him, Cain looked back to his sketchpad to resume his drawing as he spoke, "Me? I'm content, more than content actually. I'm very happy to be here," he answered truthfully although his expression or tone of voice didn't seem to change much. "If you want to know my past, there really isn't one. My parents don't need me, my brother will keep them happy. I feel bad for him though." Then he stopped drawing and looked at Marks as he flipped his sketchpad over showing it to him. There was now a simple pencil drawing of a man and a woman with one hand on the left and right shoulder of an adolescent boy. "Here they are," he spoke flatly, "I didn't draw myself since I'm not a part of that perfect family anymore."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 8:59 pm
**M r. M a r k s **>Dreams of vibrant colors fill the air!~
>To be on canvas when you think of it!!"It's beautiful Cain, but your experiences can be your greatest tool for inspiration. I think this picture would be better!" Landon took out his sketchbook and quickly sketch a picture of Cain and him together smiling and holding hands. This sketch was thrilling, Cains usual stoic expression irked Landon to seeing an emotion that would spark annuity for Cain. Landon's parents never liked Landon pursuing the arts and even disowned him until he came to his senses. Of course he never did, and he liked it. After he finished the sketch of him and Cain he grinned "You know I like this picture a lot, I feel like even though you know your parents want you to be different, you know to be yourself. Cain you found your own path by yourself! I needed help but you made this far with determination and the will power and!...and....and" Landon looked down and shed a few tears. He knew Cains situation because he was once in it with his parents. Except he knew that he needed support int which he wanted to give to Cain. "A-and besides, I'm here for you...your family will always be your family regardless but...you know I'll always be here to help you!" He said smiling. Landon looked at the painting of his grandfather and knew then what he had to do.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 10:55 am
Conan and Dylan Sparks   ♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯ "Come on, Dylan!" Conan pulled his brother's blankets off of him and on the floor. Dylan groaned and sat up, glaring at his twin. "I hate you right now." Dylan mumbled as Conan shook his head, tightened his tie and went over to the closet to get Dylan uniform. "School starts in an hour." Dylan finally shifted out of bed and slipped on his art supplies. Good thing the computer was near by and for the split second as a support. Conan turned to see his brother leaning on his own desk after a yelp. Conan blinked and laughed some, gathering up his guitar case, backpack with his books and notebooks insides. Dylan slowly got ready, but Conan didn't want o be late. The younger one grabbed a hair brush and went to brush his twin's hair. he then buttoned both the white undershirt and the uniform blazer. "Tuck your pants in. Also got your shoes right there. Wear socks." Conan stated, putting the hairbrush back into the drawer. The problem is why even bother brushing his hair? He was going to mess it up anyway. Conan got Dylan's things together and they headed out to class.
Once they got to the school, they each had to go to Science. Both of them sat int he back with each other. Dylan and Conan were considered lab partners now, until the teacher moved them. Conan then set his backpack on the floor beside him then looked at Dylan who already had his head down on the table. Conan sighed and opende his notebook. ♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯
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Freaky Little Darling Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 4:01 pm
 Morticai Piper Jameson ♪Pip just call me Pip
▷ Writing: Thoughts
▶ Singing: Music
▷Acting: Mood
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Morticai shook his head politely and smiled. "no no, my dear. I insist. It would be a sin not to spoil such a lovely young woman." He wondered if he was being too persistent. She had already agreed to have coffee with him, It was would be so rude not for him to pay. What sort of coffee did she take anyway? She seemed so porcelain, placid almost...maybe she just took it black. Or did she spice things up in her private life. Add some sugar and cream, caramel or chocolate even?
What was Piper doing thinking about after school affairs when he hadn't even attended his first class of the day yet! "Please, Miss, allow me to walk you to class. Where are you heading?" He asked extending a slim arm for her.
︽ Voice Sample {x}
Real Picture samples: {x} {x}
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 6:54 pm
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Cain remained silent at the teacher's comment. Then he watched as Marks pulled out a sketchbook and began sketching. Was that them? Smiling? He had to admit it was a bit strange considering they had just met but he decided not to say anything. It appeared that he was just trying to be helpful or something of the like.
Cain closed up his sketchpad as he listened to Marks speak. He was praising him? Why? What had he done for him to do this? He wondered what he had said for his teacher to fly into such a passionate speech. He didn't want to question him though since Marks appeared to want to support him in what he wanted to do.
Cain looked off to the side when Marks said he would be there to help him. "But why?" he muttered, "There really is no need to do so, right? I'm just here since I didn't want to do what my parents want. I'm here because if I wasn't, I would just be in their way. Why do you care? You're just my teacher. We just met." He reopened his sketchpad to a new page and began drawing again. Strange.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 11:10 pm
Chrysanthania Gardel Glancing around as she entered the front gate of Honeycrest, Chrysanthania readjusted the strap of her cello case that was digging into her shoulder, shifting it so that it laid more comfortably on her back. She picked up her backpack and guitar case and continued walking, trying to remember where the music room was. "Why can't they just give you a map of the school? It's not like maps are illegal or anything." She muttered irritatedly. She looked around again, trying to see if there was a teacher, or even an older student that could shoo her in the direction of the music room. Heck, she'd even take some weird school mascot if that was the only thing that could help her. "Darn it, why is the first day of school the only day my alarm clock breaks?" She cried to herself- she refused to admit it was whining.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 5:08 pm
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Ｍｉｙｕｋｉ Ｆｕｊｉｗａｒａ "Iɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, I ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Eᴠᴇɴ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢs... Rᴇᴀʟʟʏ... ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ..."▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Are you sure you want to do this, Miyuki? You know, you could go shopping instead of being at a school, right?" Miyuki's manager questioned her with a raised eyebrow. The two of them were riding in a long, white limo. They said across each other in luxury leather seats with a small table separating them apart from each other. "Sure, sure!" She replied to her manager at the same time a she was changing quickly from her pink glittery stage outfit into the school's proper uniform. She just got back from a quick concert, which explained why she was riding in an outrageous limo and wearing a bold idol outfit. "It will improve my singing too, yes? I need my education too you know!" Miyuki giggled as she said the words and adjusted the bow on her uniform. "Okay, if you say so..." Her manager said and sighed softly. The limo then pulled up at Goldencrest Academy, which would now be the school where the pop star would go to.
Miyuki got out of the limo and waved goodbye as it drive off. She took a deep breath and faced the large academy. She hasn't been to a school since her career had started, she didn't had much time. She had many tutors, but she had not been in a real school or classroom in years. The idol let out a sigh, then walked past the gates of the academy. She looked at everything in awe, everything seemed so perfect! But that could've been just her opinion. "I wonder if anyone will recognize me..." She said quietly to herself and smirked. She would be at the top here, too. Atleast, that is what she was hoping for.
Then, someone caught the girl's eye. A slim girl with long, flowing pink hair that was walking around the campus of the school. A perfect opportunity to begin her popularity and make a friend, she thought. Miyuki walked up to Chrysanthania and tapped her shoulder lightly, then took a step back from her. "Hello! I'm sure we'd be good friends, I'm Miyuki Fujiwara." She said to her confidently and smiled warmly at her. The idol then looked up and down at the girl and looked at her appearance, then her blue eyes darte back up to the female's eyes. "I sense that you're in the music program as well?" Miyuki asked her and tilted her head to the side.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 5:50 pm
Chrysanthania Gardel Chrysanthania turned around as she felt a light tap on her shoulder and looked at the rather energetic girl before her. 'She seems somewhat familiar, but where...? Argh, never mind.' She thought to herself. "Hello, I'm Chrysanthania Gardel." She said quietly. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Fujiwara, and yes, I'm in the music program. But I'm also in the literature department, too." Chrysanthania offered a shy smile to the girl. 'She seems nice. I hope she's right, and we can be friends.' She thought hopefully. She set her guitar case down and readjusted her backpack that was hanging on her left arm. Hesitantly, Chrysanthania offered her right hand to the girl. "And that'd be nice. To be friends." She hurriedly clarified. Location: Lost in the courtyard
Mood: Shy yet hopeful
Thoughts: 'She's nice. I hope we can be friends!' Craving: yum_pumpkinpie Pumpkin pie.
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