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I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs...

And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know.

Renivere grinned as she sat down in a chair and waited. She actually was planning to stay silent so she really had nothing to say. She was going to be a listener today so she could learn the ways of the English language. People always thought Renivere was some kind of idiot because of the way she speaks English, but truthfully, she felt that she was rather knowledgeable.

Renivere could understand English just fine. No matter what people said, she understood it. The only problem was when she tried to reply back. That was when things got confusing. So with Renivere, it was usually a one-sided conversation. She understood, but the other didn't.

Renivere turned to see a little girl enter the room and blabber about respecting their elders. Well, wasn't that... something most people normally did? Renivere was unsure how to respond to the little girl's lecture. "The birds shine down on this morning. To meet you is a wave of bundled joy. I am Renivere. You are?" Renivere asked the little girl with a cheerful smile.

.:l αЄЯɨȠ ҒαɨЯȻҺɨȽɖ l:.

”Why was man created on the last day?
So that he can be told,
When pride possesses him:
God created the gnat before thee.”
- The Talmud

Aerin's eyes glanced back when she heard the incoming students, but she quickly turned her attention back to the pathetic pest girl she had spotted back in the hallways.

"My name is Aerin. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Revivere, and it is a marvellous day for a fresh start of school." She returned the smile back, mentally upgrading this female's status for her use of language. Perhaps, this one wasn't as bad as the rest of these scums, but then again, she needed to keep an eye for signs that this Renivere might indeed a smiting.

Of course, Aerin was able to note the hostility and tension that sparked up and inwardly cackled. Already? It just goes to show that this 'unity' that this school was emphasising was horrendous. All someone needed to do was drive a wedge into those cracks, and it'd be over.

”In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly.
But with humans it is the other way around:
A lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.”
- Anton Chekhov

Angela caught sight of Hiro's fireball out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but snicker inwardly at his overt posturing. She hummed quietly under her breath, a serene smile on her face. But she was thinking, "Overcompensating." She kept drawing though. This was one class in which she would not permit herself to be baited. She had been looking forward to it for far too long. And she had no intention of letting him ruin it. Besides, she might be able to direct a high voltage electrical his way, but she had a feeling that electrocuting another student was against the rules. (She did not dislike him enough to actually hurt him anyway. Well, beyond punching him a few times. She certainly wouldn't wish to cause permanent damage. Even if he was a arse, there were just some lines she did not like to cross. Seriously injuring and possibly killing people was one of them. Though if his manly little fire display was supposed to frighten her off or make her afraid he had no qualms about killing her maiming her, what little respect she had for him--not that there was much--frittered off into oblivion, never be seen again).

Besides, she couldn't guarantee that other students would not be caught in the crossfire. Her magic was...disobedient and, well, sort of hyper. She couldn't promise that it wouldn't scatter off and decide to start a severe electrical storm in the class for its own amusement. And that would be...bad. Not to mention a huge waste of art supplies.

So yes. Self control. She should have brought one of her anger management books.

((Almost posted in the wrong class. emotion_awesome ))

Renivere smiled at the girl that just approached her. Even though there was a lot of tension in the room, she was still trying to make friends. If things started to get bad, Renivere should just make an explosion of flowers or something to distract everyone from each other. What were these people doing here if they couldn't try to look past their differences anyways?

"My name is Renivere. Happy greetings, Juliet." Renivere said, not adding anymore to that since she didn't want to scare Juliet away with her weird English. Beside, Renivere wanted to be a listener today. She was having trouble committing all the sentence structures and uses of the words to memory, but she was certainly doing her best.

She also noticed that poor Hiro was the only male in the class. Or maybe it wasn't a bad thing? Renivere wasn't sure at all. She wondered if there would be other guys in the class. Renivere had decent art skills. They couldn't be polished to be professional, but they weren't drop dead pathetic. Hopefully she could survive this class with her decent skills.

((I'm not going to argue this point because first of all, Angela wouldn't use that ability on someone else because she has a conscience and I'm not all that interested in an RP pissing contest just because our characters dislike each other. <3 But my inner geek wants to point out that fire and electricity are not the same thing. Lightning doesn't just kill people because it's hot. It disrupts the body's systems--like brain signals. It can sever motor functions by distorting and/or shutting down the brain's electrical signals--again, nothing to do with heat--and often simply causes people to stop being able to breathe, or makes their heart stop beating. Being immune to heat would save his insides from being burned to a crisp. It would not keep him from being immune to disruption of electrical signals and possible death because of it. Again--fire and electricity are not the same thing. But if you want to insist they are, then just assume his fire wouldn't hurt Angela either.)) ;D

((Might as well get class started. Hopefully anyeong comes online. ;-; ))

People were starting to get impatient. Hiro voiced Renivere's thoughts--in proper English--about the art instructor. She was also getting a little impatient. The door opened and a woman walked into the room. "I will be your substitute for today. Your teacher may or may not be coming but he is having some personal issues at the moment. Everyone take a seat and I will be taking attendance."

The woman began to call out names. Everyone seemed to say 'here' at the sound of their name so Renivere was sure to do the same thing too.

Their instruction was to do a still life at the moment and there was a bunch of fruit placed in the front of the classroom. Renivere wrinkled her nose. She wanted to add flowers to it, but she started to draw on her notepad.

Hiro Kashino
My soul is like a broken glass house
Shattered into pieces





Hiro wasn't the best artist but if he focused he could draw well. He took a look at it and held the notebook and drew. He drew the upper part of the table.Then an apple,orange,and a mango set side by side.He the drew a banana over the apple. So far so good. He took a look at the fruit and saw he placed them wrong. As long as he can draw the fruit correctly there shouldn't be any penalties.