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 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 7:50 pm
Oh sweet, beautiful art class. How Verusha did love it. Since entering the school not very long ago, the ghoul had found herself naturally bored of almost ever subject except for that grand one that held her attention. Of course this was no surprise, as she wasn't a studious individual at all, and far more interested in what she was passionate about. Art was definitely one of those things.
She wore a cute little backpack on her back, that was far too small to hold any books pertaining to the big classes, and instead contained mostly snacks, parchment, drawing pencils, and other random doo-dads. It was cute though! All black, with a patch of a dogs skull circled with blue flames on the front, and a few keychains dangling off the sides and a single zipper. Cannon, at her heels, kept a diligent eye as they strolled down the hallways of the school to head for the class that was revered in high esteem. White eyes were alight and determined, actually paying good attention to her whereabouts and the path before her. No way she'd be late to this class. She was there soon enough, and gave a grin to the teacher before heading to her seat in the back. She didn't like not being able to see what was behind her, thus the front and middle of the class was out of the question. Her trusty fire dog took to her side and sat like a statue, his firey body calm, the flames licking and flicking faintly, like a wavering candle's light. Pulling her backpack around, Verusha dug into it to get her supplies out onto her desk, large headphones pulled off her ears and rested around her neck, humming to the muffled sounds of the music that'd yet to be paused.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 5:34 pm
Right now, TK would prefer to be in the school library reading books, but art class was not too shabby either. He could certainly appreciate art, though he could not say he was the greatest artist around. At least he could say he was not horrible. Art certainly had its advantages, much like how reading had its own positives. Art was another calming activity that often lent itself to periods of silence, peaceful silence. Art could suck TK in just as well as a good book, given the right media and subject.
The undead student was already seated near the front; his messenger bag was hung on his chair. A sketchbook was placed before him and he idly doodled on the thick pages while he waited for the class to officially start. TK could hear the idle conversations swirling around him, the other students’ voices filtering into the air. He listened keenly, curiously. He had always been a curious one. A tiny wave of heat caught his attention. He stiffened instinctively. Tentative green eyes were drawn to the door as a reaper ghoul strolled into the classroom with a fiery dog glued to her side. He carefully shuffled his chair away from her. Hopefully if she saw she would not draw offense. Undeads were never good with fire, after all. He was sure the ghoul herself was pleasant. The dog? Probably also nice, but quite dangerous to him.
Once class started, the teacher ordered everyone to arrange their desks into a circle. She plucked out a random student as the model and ordered him to stand in the middle. TK obediently moved his desk, but the reaper ghoul seemed a bit slow. Nervously, he nudged his shoulder. “The teacher said to rearrange our desks,” he murmured quietly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:46 pm
Verusha most definitley wasn't paying attention. She was doing her own thing, getting her stuff out and set up, and focused on the beats that were lightly bumping from her headphones. Even with the scuffing and shifting of chairs and desks as well as feet didn't daunt her, nor Cannon who kept in place with his reaper. It wasn't until she was prompted with that light touch that the ghoul even looked up from her rummaging to TK. A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth from just seeing him, offering a kind expression as such, before registering his words. "Oh?" looking about, she was then able to see that he was indeed correct! Smirking, she slowly stood, stuffing a few things back into her pack, "Thanks, boil." and began to follow suit.
Cannon kept at her side diligently, eyeing a few students that got too close to Verusha while she moved her own desk and chair around... right next to TK's, in fact. His energy was nice, so far, so she decided he'd be nice to camp next to for the duration of their class. Sighing once she was all set up again, she plopped back into her seat, and finally turned off her music. The fire dog settled on the opposing side of TK, now in a laying position, with his head between his paws. It was very unlikely that anything would happen in such a setting, and he was quite aware of how much trouble Verusha would be in if he'd caused any disturbances.
White eyes shifted over to her new neighbor, giving him a confident grin, "So what's your name?" she asked casually, while inspecting some of her pencil's... quite a few needing a good sharpening..
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:25 pm
TK highly doubted the ghoul was paying attention in class. It made the skeleton wonder what the benefits were to attending class yet ignoring the teacher’s instructions. It was like having a corpse in the classroom—and not just an undead. He could even faintly hear the music thrumming in her headphones, but at least his nudge got through to the reaper. She looked up at him. He stepped back to allow her more room when she stood up. “No problem.”
He shot the canine another wary glance before he strolled back to his own seat. His jaw clenched slightly when he noticed the ghoul had chosen to move her desk next to his. TK didn’t mind. He was confident that she was a pleasant ghoul, it was just that undead and fire did not mix well together. Yet the student chose to not speak about it. Instead, he slid back into his seat and pulled his sketchbook closer to himself. However, he could not help but subtly shift his chair as far away from the dog as possible before he began to sketch the outline of the current model.
As the reaper struck up conversation, he paused briefly to look over at her. “You may call me TK. What about you?” He looked back at his paper, but occasionally he would look back at her to see if she was about to answer.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:13 pm
Unfortunately, the reaper was oblivious to the poor undead's weakness, or his discomfort that he displayed. She simply figured he was the nervous type. Nothing wrong with that. Pulling out her supplies once more once she got settled in her new seating arrangement, she placed down some paper, and took out a pencil case, popping it open to rummage through the lot she had. On the opposing side of TK, where Cannon now lay, the firedog gave a low warning growl to who was sitting beside Verusha, on the other side. That student just gave Cannon a glance, and frowned before getting to work.
With an answer given, the ghoul grinned lightly to her new deskmate, as she found a pencil that wasn't completely worn down, "Nice to meet you, TK." she replied, her accent lightly tainted in her tone, but clearly being covered up from its full potential. "I'm Verusha. Can call me V if you want." she pointed with the butt of her pencil to the pup settled beside her, "And that's Cannon." Her own eyes flickered from her paper and up to the model, who was decked out in some really outdated armor, that was very intricate and aesthetically appealing. To keep the tone in the classroom, the ghoul's voice was at a low level, and softer than usual, "You like this class?" she asked, making casual conversation. Not everyone who was in art class liked it, as sad as it was to say... but by the way the boil worked, she had created her own suspicions.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 4:18 pm
TK wasn’t the nervous type, but he was the type to not voice his discomfort over something unless he saw a dire need for it. So, the skeleton continued to bottle his discomfort by smiling politely at the reaper and her familiar, though his smile appeared a smidge more strained when he set eyes on the fire dog. He turned to a fresh page in his sketchbook and quickly traced vague geometric shapes that constructed the model’s body.
He immediately picked up a tinge of accent in her words, but made no comment. It wasn’t particularly useful, so he continued sketching away. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Verusha,” he answered amiably, softly. “It is also a pleasure to meet Mister Cannon.” The student furrowed his eyebrows when he began to draw out the details of the armor. He appreciated details, but drawing them himself was another matter. It was simpler to commit them to memory instead, at least in his opinion.
The undead did not answer at first, and as he continued to draw it almost seemed like he had not heard her over the low symphony of hushed voices in the background, but eventually he spoke up again, “It is not my favorite class, but it is not my most-hated also. Art is calming, but not my most preferred method of relaxing.”
A side glance to Veusha. "I imagine you think otherwise."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:28 am
His formalities made her smile even more, as her pencil scratched along her parchment paper in light strokes, more so feeling out shapes and how the image should flow, than actually doing any drawing yet. So many boils seemed to be formal here! Well... asides from one she'd met. But he'd still proven to be at least very entertaining! Glancing up at their model from time to time, the ghoul would take moments to glance at her new drawing buddy, "So are you a first year too? Or have you been around for awhile like everyone else I've met so far?" she asked in her usual playful tone, starting to focus her sketching in a more specific area and in a specific shape. She's was beginning to think she was the only fresh blood around here!
With the answer provided for her first question, she nodded slowly in understanding, " Yeah I feel you there." she murmured, lifting a hand to brush back her long bangs, tucking some of the hair behind an ear. However... his last statement had her pause, and look over at him, with a raised brow, "What makes you think that?" she asked curiously.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:28 pm
The sketched shapes didn’t exactly match the student’s figure, but TK knew enough detail to know which part of the outline to follow. He kept looking up at the model before drawing the lines of his figure drawing. “I am,” he answered, “I recently transferred here and I find the school to be interesting.” For a split second, his slanted eyes flickered toward the reaper ghoul. So she was a first year as well.
“Well,” he began as he switched between the model and his work, “for starters, unlike a majority of the students you are not doing this exercise half-heartedly.” A half-nod to the classroom would reveal students lazily chatting with each other as they quickly threw down a sketch of the figure model. “Your materials are not low-quality, so I assume you at least consider art to be a hobby that takes a decent amount of your time.” TK paused to allow Verusha a moment to take in his thoughts. “As for me, I would much rather spend my time in a library reading books.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 3:08 pm
Ahhh finally! Thank goodness! Here she was starting to believe that she was the only first year in the whole bloody school! She'd met so many older students that it certainly seemed that way! A smile broadened significantly on her face, clearly showing her delight, "Good to hear. So you like school, then? can't say I'm too big a fan of it." she paused, before smirking, "Though.. it is nice meeting people and stuff. Making friends." though... she was still trying to do that. Cannon sure as heck wasn't making it easy.
She listened as he gave his reasoning, lightly sketching here and there, hardly looking to the model now, and mostly just going based off of the few glances she'd taken. It was forming into something... similar, but quite different. But she didn't seem worried by it. However... the boil was definitely impressive with his observations. "Pretty smart guy, aren'tcha?" she mused, "Yeah, I enjoy drawing, painting, all that sorta stuff quite a bit." Leaning towards TK, she lowered her voice some, "I just don't like taking orders, that's all." a playful wink was sent the boils way, before she ran a hand through her bangs, bangles along her wrist chiming softly from the movement, "Like reading, huh? What sorta stuff? Wait.." looking to him, she narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips... inspecting him. "Lemme guess.. mystery."
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 4:08 pm
“Oh? Do you find school in general to not be to your liking? Or this school in particular?” He eyed her briefly before he scribbled in blocks of shading. “I am going to guess school in general.” His lips curled into a smile. “Yes, meeting the other students here can be quite fascinating, though I cannot say I have managed to make a lot of friends.”
Unlike Verusha, TK stayed truthful to the model. His gaze rarely strayed away from the student patiently standing in the middle of the circle. While he may not have possessed the skill to perform a satisfying copy of the other student, the minute details were faithfully rendered. In fact, one could say the details were better than the overall figure. He smiled modestly. “I could not call myself ‘pretty smart’ but I do make it my duty to know as much as I can,” he admitted. He stopped his sketching to angle his head toward Verusha as she lowered her voice. TK glanced toward her drawing and grinned. “So I can see. Do be careful, though. Some do not take kindly to disobedience,” he cautioned as he returned to his own sketch.
He opened his mouth to answer, but stopped to allow her to guess. TK chuckled softly. “Actually, I have no preference. If it is interesting and informative, I will gladly read it.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 11:18 pm
He was a clever one, she'd give him that. "Yeah you're right. I'm not really.. the studious type, I guess you could say." she smirked lightly. Homework was only done... when she felt like it.. Or with enough urging from Cannon. Though... she was surprised by his final tid bit. Raising a brow at the boil, she canted her head in slight disbelief, "Really? You seem really intriguing to me, and we've only just met." Ah, but perhaps there was another reason, "Not the social type?"
After doing some sketching more pressure was applied to her pencil, making more defined marks, and lines. Shapes were becoming permanent, and sharp, some shading randomly added in lightly for testing, her eyes showing some intensity as she kept her focus geared on the picture just a touch more than before. TK's comment made her look up though and give another curious expression to the boil. "Like to be in the know then, huh?" she asked, using her eraser to get a more sharper edge at one area of the subject being drawn. His caution made her snicker lightly, and a devious expression contort onto her features, "Hey I don't mind. I'm used to rocking the boat a little." she mused, leaning back a little to show off the wolf tattoo that was on her thigh. "My parents were quite pissed about this little number." she almost boasted.. she kept chill about it, but she was clearly proud about it.
She wasn't much of a reader, unfortunately, but there were a few series that'd piqued her interest, "What about music? into that at all?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:13 pm
TK smiled knowingly. “There is nothing wrong with not being studious. I know you have many other positive traits instead.” His smile remained the same as he continued to shade in his sketch. He reached for his eraser to remove a few unnecessary smudges. “Yes, I am not much of a social type. I prefer quieter settings, but I am not against conversing with others. I merely do not like to do it constantly.”
“I hunger for information. That is all,” he answered simply as his gaze flickered between his paper and the model. “I think it wise to exercise a bit of caution, but in the end the decision is yours to make.” He stopped his drawing to look over at Verusha. He averted his gaze at first, but managed to briefly examine the tattoo before he gladly returned to his work. “I can imagine, but the tattoo has nice craftsmanship.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly at the tint of pride in her voice.
“I would have to ask who is not into music. It may not be one’s passion, but I am confident everyone has at least a favorite song and is into music to some degree.” TK chuckled softly. “Perhaps I am digressing? I know how to play the piano, though I cannot say I am very talented with it. What about you?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 3:45 am
Well wasn't he just charming~ she even paused in her drawing to give him a look of appreciation. What a pleasant boil. Definitely someone whose company she wouldn't mind having around. "I can respect that." she replied to his last remark, " I like a good mix of both myself. To socialize and have some personal time."
Hungered for information, huh? interesting. So the guy liked to know about stuff. Alright, that was cool. That probably meant he knew a lot about... a lot of things! And probably people... maybe he was like a walking dictionary! Almost wanting to put the theory to the test, she stopped that train of thought when his caution was aired again, grin only widening, "I'll take my chances." she mused back at him with a playful wink. His approval on her tat only got him more points in her book! "You interested in tattoo's at all?" she asked curiously. She would peg for no, but... the guy was full of surprises!
And he certainly had a good point about that! Verusha would like to meet someone who didn't like music, and plainly ask them what their problem was. When he mentioned the piano, she chuckled very faintly, "I was forced to play that when I was younger too. Hated it, though.. I hate most anything I'm forced into." her head tipped as she made some firmer strokes, doing some more accenting with defined lines, "I like it now, though. Play guitar, and bass guitar now. Do some singing too. I'm pretty decent at it, I guess. Really into that rock sort of genre. Indie too... anything with a good beat, I can usually get behind it."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:39 pm
He smiled, glad to see the ghoul could understand his perspective. “Too much socializing tires me out, to be honest,” he admitted, “but interaction is absolutely vital in order to feel alive.”
TK stared down at his sketch and cocked his head slightly. He filled in a few more sections on his sketch before he answered, “Not enough interest to read about it a lot, but I can appreciate aesthetics and the meanings it may possess to certain clans and individuals.” The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile as he eyed her carefully. “I find many things interesting. I have read about many topics before I came to Amityville.”
The undead nodded understandingly. “Perhaps you should try to do those things with a more open mind. It is better to not live with too much hate.” He raised his eyebrows, impressed at the multiple instruments and singing. “You certainly have a deep love for music. That is not bad—music can be a very powerful thing due to how universal it can be.” Golden eyes glanced at the clock. “It seems class will be ending soon. I suggest packing now to avoid the rush out the door.”musicaloner7 Pardon the slightly short reply uvu;;
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 10:57 am
"Can't say I blame you." she muttered with a grin. Even she desired some alone time, or.. a break from individuals who were just too much to deal with... such as those with high energy, or maybe who lived a more drama filled life. She was a laidback sort, and quite versatile in adapting to different personality's, but... everyone had their limits.
To be truthful, the ghoul quite enjoyed listening to TK's voice. And all these words he spoke. It reminded her of Frost. Perhaps the two were friends? "Not to get off topic.." she started, taking a pause in her drawing, "But do you know a boil named Frost, by chance? You remind me of him, a little bit.." her head tipped as if inspecting TK, as if.. making sure this wasn't in fact the wolfos she had started to hang out with more frequently.
A chuckle returned, and she continued drawing, "Oh I don't hate many things. And I definitely like piano now. I just hate being told what to do. It's a pride thing, I guess you could say." she pursed her lips, "Or maybe a rebellious thing." she teased, turning her paper at an angle. "Yeah, nothing gets me more fired up than music, that's for sure. Besides well.. maybe the right boil.. but I'm sure that if you opened my heart up, music would spill from it." another chuckle, this time a little bit more sound, which drew some eyes to glance at the two. With the warning, her own white gaze lifted to the clock, "Oh wow... class sure did go by fast, huh?"
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