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Class Operating Days: Wednesday, Friday, & Saturdays.
--->Introductory level of the visual arts. Residing on the upper levels of the Art and Music Department building, this art studio is designed to encourage and develop young artists in traditions mediums. Such as, but not limiting to, clay, watercolors, various metals, ice, and nature itself. Students are allowed to use any of the on sight materials accounted, as they are provided for the students from various organizations to school funding.
--->During down time students are allowed to use the facility however they wish, as long as they follow school rules and proper student conduct, meaning no unauthorized paint fights (not to say there won't be any). Assignments are easy, and homework is rare if any at all.
--->The center lounge is where class meets and the only art where tradition mediums are forbidden. Refreshments are limited to water to refrain from leaving a mess, but if the teacher is in a good mood the night before, he may bake cookies from time to time.
--->Kaoru Ichinose is the current term's teacher for Intro. Art, and is willing to help student with an problem he can tackle. Free free to ask him if you have an issues regarding assignments, projects, life, or event to vent out frustrations. Because art can be the best way to express one's emotions and turn it into something beauty.
--->Enjoy your stay, and remember: The arts can take any and all forms. Don't limit yourself to one mean, express yourself every way possible.

Past and Present perceive who we are
We're remembered for what we've done
A constant reminder of acts good or bad
The past follows like our shadows in light
However the lives we've lived are determined by our past


The eerie silence caressed the tight folds of the room as stereo finished its' track. Quietly rotating the CDs locked within its' small confines. Like clockwork each compact disc spun round and round, setting into place ready to be read. Für Elise; Bagetelle in A minor; began to fill the room. Each note riveted in Kaoru's mind. Fueling his motivation to draw. Faster and faster his pen glided across the surface marking its' trail. With each passing mark forming enigmatic images, ambiguous to the naked eye. the song continued passing each staff in rhythmic motion seen only by ears. But without notice the Art Teacher's pen lifted from the paper and fell to the floor. Falling toward the floor in slow motion. Apex meeting gravity; it's tip cut the air beneath it. It tumbled to the ground leading with its' felted tip. Crashing with a loud click as it shattered against cold tile. Staining the ground from where it disembarked and trailing to a slowly oozing puddle of ink.

Kaoru became frustrated with his current setting. Nothing was wrong with the room, but the components threw him off. The air was filled with the heavy clamor of what he thought was the banging of drums competing with the screams of metal aged men. The soft Elise still hummed in the background, underlying the now booming with bass produced by heavily strummed guitars. Where's the beauty in this? Who changed my music? Furious the tips of his hair began to float. Flowing like a current of water against the calm air. The crystals on the end glowed a bright red. The crystallize blood imprisoned within became permeable and a insidious aura encompassed his very being.

One of the orbs attached upon the diamonds bursting into a floating color slash of red. It darted toward the ink stain and diluted itself within the ink. Intermingled it swirled upward, creating a reverse funnel of dark red blood and ink, that streamed back into the broken tip of the pen. Now filled with blood, the pen lifted against its' nonexistent will and levitated into the air before darted its' way to ward the nearest trash container. Without a sound it vanished as it entered the bin, perhaps cushioned by some of its' previous inhabitants.

Kaoru rose to he feet slowly as the sounds of the menacing noise destroyed his love for the song. He did not know how people could love it's corrupted form of music, but he could stand the disharmony of sounds that beckoned on dystopia. His sketch book was placed on the bench which he had laid. Quickly he paced himself is a dignified manner and breached the center lobby. His sight set upon the stereo and its' content, but his mind wandered as to who was the reason for this. Just as quickly as he rose up, and did an about face. Spinning 180 degree and storming town the stairs out of the building. Determined to find the culprit and have him explain the beauty of such a devastation called music.


(OpulenceOnlyCaptivates: EXITS)

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Gamzee entered the classroom with his hands in his pockets and with his earbuds in his ears as he was listening to one of his favorite songs. He looked arround at the big marvelous room and let out a long whistle. It seemed no one was arround except this girl with pink hair, he approched her and taped on her shoulder. "Hey is this the arts and music department?" he asked her


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Sai Min

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Gamzee looks up at the professor and takes off his earbuds "The name is Makara" and then he shook the teacher's hand politly. Gamzee wanted to point out the tacher's eye twiching but he igured it was a mannerism of the profeser. Gamzee didn't understand why the profeser would cover it though because gamzee didn't bother to cover up his mannerism ((wich is saying honk XD))


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Gamzee jumps a little bit when he hears the new guy come in, he turned arround and looked at the dude who reffers to himself as Hiroki, gee and greg would nag on you for having shaggy hair. These guys clearly have it going on. "Sup bro" he smiled and stook his hand out to shake hands with the Hiroki


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Past and Present perceive who we are
We're remembered for what we've done
A constant reminder of acts good or bad
The past follows like our shadows in light
However the lives we've lived are determined by our past


"So many visitors today. Are you all art students or just a collective gathering of the passerby assortment?" Kaoru didn't know how to react right away, so as a result of his flight-or-fight mechanism, he proceeded to desk and sat down. He removed his hand from his face and regained his composure. Stretched his arms across the desk to loosen his muscles, and began to collate the the scattered papers into an organized pile. Sai is the only one who appears to be an art student currently... The students seem to have their own conversation going and Kaoru didn't want to interrupt them in their fun and games.

When he finished sorting his pile of paper, he excused himself from the office and exited into the exhibition area. Gathering materials from the storage closet and setting up paintings and clay slabs for his future class preparations. Every couple of minutes he would disappear into the closet then reappear carrying something new.

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