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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 6:08 am
 The art classroom is a great place for those who want to express their creativity.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:28 pm
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Andrew stared at the room with surveying eyes. It was a usual art classroom with chalky plain white walls and a standard school ceiling. Enough equipment for an entire semester of work, all piled up in the cupboards. The desks were relatively clean, free of most paint splatters.
"How boring..."
His nose scrunched up in annoyance and borderline disgust. How can an art room be so plain? How can students be inspired by walls of white and desks without a drop of paint on them? He closed his eyes briefly, imagining colors that were forever burned onto the inside of his eyelids. How absurd. He pursed his lips, pulling a white coat from the cupboard and slipping his arms into it. In terms of appearance, the school made sure he looked professional.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:09 pm
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Combing his finger through his hair, Andrew drew it into a short ponytail. He needed to focus for the time being and it would be smart keep his hair out of his eyes for the time being. With a stretch, he reached inside the cupboards, pulling out brushes and assorted paints to prepare his first class so he could take a rest before class began. He didn't even notice someone enter until he heard the small voice behind him.
"Mm?" His eyes glanced in her direction briefly. A student? "Truthfully, I'm not too sure."
His shoulders shifted in a light shrug as he rummaged through some nearby drawers to look for them. They were supposed to be here somewhere. "You're here early though. Class didn't start yet." His fingers touched a brown package and he pulled the entire thing out. Striding across the classroom, he handed the bundle to the petite girl. "Diligent student you are."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:36 pm
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Andrew raised a brow slightly, really questioning her true age. He doubted the girl, thinking it was simply impossible to keep such a small stature even though she claims to be a professor. She could be blown away by the wind if she wasn't careful. Does puberty hit this late? Hm. Not likely. Perhaps students enjoyed playing small tricks on the new teachers, Andrew knew from years of experience as a student. Anyhow, he didn't want to bother with it. Nodding slowly, he chuckled as he spoke with a voice thick with sarcasm.
"Yes yes. And I'm actually a famous celebrity."
Putting his hands on her shoulders and directing her towards the exit of the classroom, he continued to chuckle. "Now that you have what you need, go get ready for class." He tittered as he opened the door for her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 7:06 pm
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Andrew rolled his eyes at the petite girl's last statement. She came off as rather rude but he decided to ignore it. His mind didn't think too much of it since he was positive about his judgement. Closing the door gently behind her, he resumed his work.
Grabbing a bottle of cyan blue paint in one hand and a set of brushes in the other, he placed them both on top of a stack of canvases that were placed beside the window. The place was dusty, probably since the room wasn't used or cleaned often. Swiping a finger across the window sill, he furrowed his eyebrows. What could he do to make this room more inviting? He closed his eyes, images dancing in his mind as he pictured blue skies, white clouds and a fresh green meadow. A forest fire, a pair of dancers participating in a passionate salsa, a church with glowing stained glass windows. First a splash of bright red, then a faded green before a vibrant yellow. How pleasant. His voice broke into a quiet yet musical hum as his mind drowned in artistic pleasure.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 9:31 pm
Niel Iltava Niel entered art room and saw no one there. (I don't know if the art teacher is here or not so if he is...Niel doesn't notice.) He felt bored and wanted to paint something. The view from outside was beautiful. Niel then decided to draw because he didn't feel like getting his hands dirty with paint. Niel sat there concentrated on sketching the outside scenery. Drawing....~~~~~~~
Drawing....~~~~~~~
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 9:41 pm
Avril Reinford  Avril wondered around for hours and then found a quiet room. She liked this place because it seemed relaxing. She figured it was the art room with the paint brushes and magnificent art work. She then realized there was a boy at the back of the classroom drawing. Avril got scared and hid behind the other desks. "He didn't notice me..." she thought in her head. "I wonder if I should go talk to him... what should I say?" Avril gave up and decided to just sit down in a chair near the window.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 9:51 pm
Niel IltavaWhile Niel was drawing the scenery of the outside beauty, he noticed something different. There was a girl sitting down on a chair near the window. He seemed surprised because he knew she wasn't there before. Niel felt too lazy to tell her to get out and move... Niel decided to just add her into his drawing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 10:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 10:12 pm
Niel IltavaNiel was nearly done with the drawing. He just need to add a few more touches to it. When he glanced back up, the girl was staring at him directly. "...she moved..." he thought. "That ruins my drawing.... Niel wanted to finish the drawing so without think he said to the girl "Can you look back out the window?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 10:22 pm
 Avril ReinfordAvril paused. Wait... did he just tell me to look back out the window? Huh? Maybe I'm being a bother to him so I should just...leave!? OH what am I to do!? Maybe I should leave... The boy was still looking at Avril which made Avril super uncomfortable. She just looked back out the window out of pressure.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 10:40 pm
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