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Classroom A112 is host to the art classes held at Takaba Academy. The art classes offered are as follows: 2D animation, computer art (cgi), painting, sketching, realism, anime/manga drawing, and pottery. The art teacher is Masanori Hirabayashi.

Enters the room, completely ignoring the other student and finds a seat.
He opens his notebook and starts sketching randomly.
"Sigh... school hasnt even started and i'm still getting lost everywhere. I wonder what this guy is here for anyway" he thought to himself but couldnt bother to go up to the the other boy.

While sketching in his notebook, he felt a something strange like someone was looking at him. It was the other boy. It would be nice just to ignore the guy, but the atmosphere was quiet enough. He looked up and spoke.
"Oi, its better to just come out and say what you want, rather than staring at me like a complete idiot" he said, brushing his hair behind his ear, "My name's Kira, Kira Hirumi"

Kira let out a sigh.
"Well you're a hyper one arent you? I dont really like to minggle but if its just to keep you company I will." He gave him a smile and pointed to the chair next to him, obviously telling him to sit.
"So what are you doing here? Class hasnt even started"

"Hmph, well arent you a care free person" he chuckled ignoring the boy's oblivious mind to the chair.
"I'm just here to pass academics, so stuff like art and music doesnt really matter to me." he said in a nonchalant voice.

"Oh yea, let me see some of your drawings"

Swiftly gets out of his seat and picks up the notebook. Flipping through the pages, looking at all the boy's artworks.

"The're really good, you should become a manga artist or something." he complimented, giving the other boy a smile. He then started walking towards the exit.
"If you want your notebook back you have to come and get it from me in my room" smirking, he quickly left the room, disappearing from the boy's sight.

Marcus walked in and looked around; he smirked alittle as he went towards the back of the room. He found an empty seat by the window; he sat down and pulled out a Sketchbook and an old leather bound journal. He flipped opened the Journal and read the first line under his breath.

"To my Son Jericho... I named you after my little brother who died at an early age; and please for all that is Holy never name your son Sin..." Marcus thought to himself for a second; then again under his breath. "Why would Grandpa Jacob say something like that? I heard of the Curse of the Sins... But that's just a myth..." He said to himself quietly as he closed the Journal and grabbed his notebook

Then he started thinking to himself; about what his Grandmother Rebbecca said to him when his father died from his addictions.

"Remember Marcus and this is what your Grandfather Sin said to your Father Jericho; that class is an important thing to a Roberts success in the real world, you come here and get your work done. Eh still might as well get this class thing over with; that could means more time doing your own things." He thought to himself.


He opened up his Drawing notebook; he looked at the first picture on the page. It was a self portrait before he lost his left eye; he ran his fingers across the emerald green eye he drew.

"Huh so that's what my old eye looked like? Strange I completely forget what it looked like." He muttered to himself under his breath as he chuckled alittle

After a couple seconds of looking at his old portrait; he flipped to a blank page and started making an outline of a person. He erased a couple times to make sure his outline was perfect; he then started filling in the details little by little, as he did that a tear swelled up in his right eye. He continued to draw for a couple of minutes before he closed his notebook and opened the Journal again.