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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 11:39 am
here you will learn about art. Draw, paint or sculpt what pleases you.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 2:29 pm
 Berwald Oxenstierna Junior / 11th grade With a backpack on his back, Berwald entered his first period class. Which happened to be an art studio, there were easels for every seat, statues made from past classes. He hoped he'll do okay, art wasn't one of his best classes. He went inside and took his seat, he wondered if he was going to see any familiar faces. 'lo there, let's be friends....
Why 's 'veryone scared 'f me...?
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 3:30 pm
 Romano Lovino Vargas I act rude,
I cuss and I hit.
I'm a mess. Moving leisurely down the hall, Romano made his way to his first class.. Which was art, one of his least favourite subjects. He was just happy that he was somewhat good at it because he would fail if he wasn't. He wished he was as good as his brother at least though, his brother was very good at art. He began to grumble about how much he hated school and his brother and that pulled in the subject of hating Germans.. To put it simply, he was mumbling about how much he hated everyone.
He stepped into that art room. looking to the uncomfortable looking stools and the easels with blank canvases. He groaned out loud because he made it on time, maybe mumbling made him walk faster. He walked to a stool, tossing his bag to the floor with a 'THWAP' from everything inside hitting the floor with so much force. He had the usual glare on his face as he waited for his day to be ruined. I never had friends,
and I was always neglected..
Don't blame me.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 3:53 pm
 NORGE Someone told me
Fairy tails aren't real... Composed as he always was, Norway made his way into the art room, looking much like an expressionless puppet in his movements. He'd toned down since grade school, those days that he insisted on people calling him a viking, of course he made sure to act like one and often beat up some of the other kids... being that he was sort of scrawny, it would have been an interesting sight. Besides being madly in love with his heritage, Kjell remained calm during classes when they mentioned his home country, Norway.
Upon entering the class he caught sight of Berwald, the swede, it wasn't as though he hated the Swedish, it was just that he very much enjoyed making racist jokes about all of the other Nordic countries... Except for Iceland, manly because he brother was from Iceland and he did like being around his dear little brother very much... no matter how much the other seemed to want to be far away from him.
Art was one of the classes he was good in, well, he kept his grades up in every class, but he was a decent artist, which mainly came from the fact he was a perfectionist when it came down to crafting something. Sure, he'd enjoy doing something like pottery more, but still, drawing was easy enough it was just a bunch of lines and some other shapes to make something resemble something else.
Giving a nod of acknowledgement to the Swedish boy, he made his way to find a seat near him, eyes going to a boy that had just dropped his things and had managed to make an irritating noise. Giving him a look that more or less said 'I'm judging you' before turning to lace his backpack in the table with nothing more than a little 'tap'. But I already knew...
Because fairies don't have tails.
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:03 pm
Berwald Oxenstierna Junior / 11th grade Hearing a loud noise, the Swede slightly jumped, he turned around and a brunnette boy, he looked quite angry and irritated. Did something happened? He saw another student enter, it was a familiar face. Berwald returned the nod to Kjell. it's been a while since he last saw him. He wondered if he hung out with the Dane during the vacation. There was still a little time before class started, so a conversation with him wouldn't hurt "How was y'r vacation?" he asked his Norweigien companion. 'lo there, let's be friends....
Why 's 'veryone scared 'f me...?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:26 pm
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever*   So overly happy that school was back in ♥session ♥meant time to make new friends. The blond made his way to his first class; art.
"I'm great at art!"
He said happily to no one. He ♥actually wasn't but that fact was of little consequence to him. Once he got to the room he throw the door open with a big smile ♥making an ♥entrance.
"Good morning!"
He said with a big smile, he had had a soda when he woke up so the ♥caffeine was doing wonders. He didn't ♥notice there was someone behind him and closed the door as he made his way to a seat ♥placing his ♥american flag back pack on the floor next to him.
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:33 pm
Maureen O'Mally
"Ireland"
*junior*  The orange haired freshmen looking girl was not quit awake till she ♥heard the boy in front of her ♥announce he was going to art class.
"Oh god."
She ♥mumbled under her breath.
"I'm not awake enough for this."
She followed him quietly till he almost ♥slammed the classroom door on her. She growled as she skillfully stopped it with a loud thud ♥against her hand ♥indicating it had been pushed back with some force.
"Don't you know how to come on to a ♥scene, with out making a ♥scene?"
She growled at the blond, ♥already not ♥liking him. And she took a seat next to the brunet in the room who looked in an ♥equally foul mood and placed her ♥messenger bag ♥against the ♥easel in front of her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:41 pm
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever*
"Huh?"
Alfred looked over at the firery haired girl.
"What's your malfunction?"
He said with a little scowl crossing his normaly cheerful face.
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:43 pm
Maureen O'Mally
"Ireland"
*junior* She was so tempted to replie but feared she might un intetonaly get violent, as she often did, hence this new school. So she opted to ignor him insted.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:56 pm
 Arthur Kirkland
Junior the blond with busy eyebrows said to himself as he walked in his class seeing that he wasn't the first one to class today. Arthur took a moment to see who was all in class, to his surprise America and Ireland shared the same art class. He sighed softly and sat in a vaccant seat. Placing his bag next him and pulled out a notebook and pencil ready for the first day of notes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:57 pm
Romano Lovino Vargas As the Southern Italian guessed, his day was automatically ruined by a face a student had given him when he dropped his bag with a loud noise. He sneered at him rudely before leaning back on the stool, his back resting against an imaginary wall. He was about to sigh and get content in the silent room, before a loud blonde idiot announced his arrival.
"OI! If you're going to be ******** loud, go else where, dammit!" He snapped angrily, a glare on his face again as his hand fisted up and shook violently at his side. He wasn't much for liking loud people, especially when their first impression was so conceited and stuck up like that. He kept the scowl on his face as his hazel green eyes bore into the American's figure, taking in his feature and his mind debated if he could ever take a fight with the male, he knew it would happen if he had to see him everyday for an hour.
Said hazel eyes let their glance drop from the boy across the room, to look to the girl who sat beside him. She was a ginger, and she had bitched the blonde since he had nearly slammed her with the door. He seemed to drop his scowl for a moment as he watched her, how could anyone not notice such a pretty girl? He pushed the thoughts, turning his gaze to the easel in front of him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:00 pm
 Oi Oi Vati give me a beer
Oi Oi Mutti, Oi Oi Mutti
I can't forget the flavor
of that wurst I had before Ludwig People seemed to move out of the way as the German made his way down the hall. He didn't know why every one always did... Then again, it was early in the morning and the cranky, borderline murderous frown on his face probably wasn't helping. Art... Why did his first class of the entire school year have to be art? Germany hated art. He was just... no good at it.... Unless it was a clock, but that sort of thing was probably more of a wood shop class or something.
In order to try and prepare for the class, Ludwig had done a few sketches... Looking at them now, his eye twitched. In a nice way of saying it, his drawings sucked. As soon as he walked inot the room, he took what few sketches he'd done and instantly dropped them into the trash before looking around and- ... Damn. Not him. Any one but him. A very faint groan came from the German. He didn't hate Romano.... But that didn't stop Romano from hating the hell out of him. Great. Art class with his Italian friend's older brother first thing in the morning was going to be a perfect way to ruin every morning of every day for the rest of the school year. God, he could just picture it now... The thought alone of all the cranky Italian would do to mess with him was enough just to give Ludwig a head ache.
...He so hoped that he and Gilbert could get some beer after school. It was the only way he'd survive at this rate. It didn't help that it seemed like Alfred was already picking fights with other people... With that, Ludwig took his things and sat at a table in the far, back corner as far away from every one else as he could humanly manage.   "One night, I couldn't sleep well and opened my eyes...to find some strange guy staring at me." "The hell are you doing, Italy!"
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:12 pm
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever* "Dude seriously?! Is everyone in this class a jerk?"
He grumbled before he relized almost the entier class so far was guys. He let out a disapointed sigh, not giving the orenge haired girl a second look because she didn't seem all to nice. And he spun himself around on his little stool.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:16 pm
Romano Lovino Vargas Seeing that god forbidden German walk in, a gleam entered Romano's hazel green eyes. He seemed to look less bored and he grabbed his bag and took the seat next to him, leaving the poor pretty girl all by herself so he could torment the German a bit. "Oi! You ******** b*****d. Why was I put into a class with you of all people? My day will be ruined right from the beginning every ******** day now!" He spat his words coldly before sitting down next to the German. "I wish you would leave my little fratello alone, dammit. You're corrupting his mind with your disgusting German filth!" He continued his speaking.
He twisted in his chair to look at the German next to him. "I will have to bring tomatoes in tomorrow to throw at your b*****d a**.." He commented lightly before twisting back to look at the front. He would just follow the German to cause problems if he tried to move his seat away from him.. He just had to b***h the German to make this class fun for himself. Like he cared what the others would think..
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:17 pm
Arthur Kirkland
Junior The englishman had missed that Italy was the class too, South Italy to be exact. Well things certainly will get interesting in here. he thought. If Romano did anything it would cause him and Norway to have to get involved. Oh right, I haven't bothered to check out who I'm sharing my dorm with Athur pulled out his scheduale from his neatly kept notebook. His expression automatically changed seeing the names. He didn't know if he was excited or upset by it, either way he felt uneasy. "America, could you please stop spinning around like a 3 year old. You're starting to give me a headache."
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