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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 11:07 am
It had taken his mother some time to convince his son that he was a good artist to at least to teach the basic classes for those that wanted to learn. He had thought he wasn't good enought until the art store that he frequented called the house to ask him of all the people in the house him to teach a basic painting class that was going to be happening soon. Takeing notes to when the class was going to be and to what the subject.
Setting up in the larger rooms to where he was going to teach his painting class. He had lots of different supplies for every age group as it was never told to what age group he was going to teach or even if it might be a mixed age group as it was a class open to the public. His muching wing was eating a treat that he had given it to were it wouldn't eat the paints or brushes as he set them out as Dritan didn't want the wings drool in the paint or on the brushes. But over all his wings were behaveing right now, but he didn't know what would happen when other started to come as they had become protective of him as he was theirs.
Everything was now set up and he had his painting apiron on and was now waiting for people to show up to were he could teach them the basics of painting.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 6:11 pm
A girl that looked more like a boy walked into the art shop, both hands shoved deep into her pockets. She'd been dropped off by her mother, not her idea, so she wasn't exactly the most thrilled person ever. She tromped through the store, her bare feet smacking the floor with as much force as she dared to exert at the current moment. She spoke to herself in a quick murmur, even if it was loud enough, it'd be near impossible to understand.
Coming to the door to the room where the class was being held, she halted in her speech and her step. Reading the flier that was posted on the door, she quirked her eyebrow up. Dritan was teaching the class? Her mother didn't tell her that. She'd met Dritan once before, when she was at her friend Marii's house. She didn't say much to him then, but she'd seen him at work. He was good, she'd admit that.
Bleez huffed, letting the air escape through the side of her mouth that held her single fang. "Maybe.it.won't.be.too.bad," she hoped she have friends in the class. She really didn't know Dritan, not well enough to call him a friend anyway.
The spawn relinquished hold of one of her pockets and grabbed the door handle. She flung the door open and walked in, giving Dritan a nod before taking a seat by an easel in the corner.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 3:07 am
He was pretty certain that he shouldn't be here. He didn't do well with crowds or with people in general, it was his attempt at escape though. Since his last meeting with Fitzroy his Father had been watching him rather closely, not wanting to see him get into any trouble and it was being rather frustrating for the young spawn. He was in no way as temperamental as his tentacles were but he was getting to the point where he wanted to be! As such he'd left the house when his father was at work and decided that he wouldn't be going back for a while, wanting to stretch his legs and get some fresh air.
He wouldn't have come here if he hadn't happened upon a rather interesting boy with a three colored tail that he found himself following. There was something about this person that drew his attention but he couldn't quite tell what it was, could never have guessed that his interest in the boy was due to them both having Liberality and Wrath blood flowing through their veins. He followed him for a ways and found him going into an art shop and he was tempted to just keep going, not wanting to happen inside before he found himself looking at the tentacles, "We should check it out, just think if we busy ourselves in there we won't have to go home."
The tentacles seemed to consider this and their dislike of people near Iah seemed to battle it out with their dislike of Duncan's current, near smothering, mood and both of them wrapped around Iah in a lazy manner that said they approved of his plan. One rested around his neck like a scarf, one around his his waist like a belt and he smiled, patting them both before he headed inside. He looked around in a manner that was rather lost before he moved to try to figure out where that interestingly colored boy had wandered off too.
A short time later he found himself at a door with a flier on it, one that was talking about an... art class? Did he want to do something like that? He didn't know if he really cared about art, hadn't really tried it but... why not? It was a way to spend some time he thought to himself as he peeked into the classroom, all three of his eyes looking curious before he spotted not only the one he'd followed here but a rather... good looking blond with strange wings, "Wow... hes cute." Alright, that was that, he was definitely in on this art thing he thought as he slipped into the classroom.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 7:00 am
She had just come in from the beach and so Tally was dressed in an baggy hoodie that was splattered by paint in every color of the rainbow. The hoodie perfectly concealed her appearance and even covered most of the shorts that she had pulled on over her swimsuit.
Originally she had only stopped in for some art supplies, but once she got the gist of what was going on the preteen was interested. "An art class, hmm?" She just hoped she wasn't too late as she walked into the room.
To her surprise she instantly recognized the teacher. "Dri!?" She whispered loudly before thinking and raised her hand to cover her mouth. Even with her hood pulled up over her hair, it didn't hide the blinking antenna that popped out. Still Tally hesitated as she walked further into the classroom. He was the teacher...she shouldn't bother him right?
Instead she took the time to notice the other two students in the classroom and offer them both a shy wave before slipping into a seat in the corner herself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 8:06 am
Dritan didn't have to wait too long for someone to come into the class room for his class as he was nervous that no one would show up for it, he was happy to see that it was Marii's friend Bleez that had walked in the door first and nodded back to her as two wings started head bobbing as it was one of there greetings.
Seeing the second spawn come into the room Dritan just smiled more as he was getting excited and nervous at the same time as he wanted to teach the class but didn't know how it was going to be. He thought to himself that two others showing up was a good churn out. With one of his wings studding the new spawn out as it and Dritan had found him intersting looking and the three eyes were cool looking and smiled friendly at him.
He was just about to start the class when he saw the door open again and to see Tally walk in and thought that this was a very great turn out as he didn't think anyone would have wanted to learn from him and his thoughts raced on how he would start the class and all that jazz. Dritan smiled warmly to her and waved her in as his wings started to head bob as they greeted everyone and smiled big as they were happy and couldn't wait and see if they could cause some problems before the class was up.
"Hi everyone! I'm Dritan and I will be teaching this class. Why don't we start by introduceing yourselves to the class and after that if you don't want to get paint on your clothing I do have smocks for you to wear up here at the front table if you want," he said as he motioned to the smocks that were in front of him and many in different sizes too.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 11:37 am
Bleez didn't care about getting paint on her clothes. It'd probably piss off her mum, so she was all for it. No smock for her then!
She sat up straight and looked at the two other students. Neither were saying anything, so she figured she'd start, "Name's.Bleez!" Short, sweet, and to the point. What's better for an introduction? Granted, if anyone was a little slow, they might have a bit of trouble understanding her speed of speech. But that was their problem, not her's.
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