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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 11:42 pm
 CronjexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxArt Teacherxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas." - Butthole SurfersClass will Begin Shortly
Cronje blew out a draught of smoke and watched it swirl with the air before crunching the cigarette in an ashtray and opening some windows to let out the torrid smell of nicotine. The class room was furnished with four large wooden tables and about twenty tripod stools around each. At the head of the classroom, in front of a two-piece blackboard and a projector, was his desk: old, man-handled and smelling of school filth and cigarettes. The stylistic glass ashtray [link] was the only personalised item in the entire room, as if he had been too lazy to make the area play the part of an art classroom. He smirked at this thought and leaned back in his plastic chair, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watched his students file in.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 4:15 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxImriška Fray
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEmma  "Happiness tasted of dust, of pressed flowers and yellowed photographs now." - Kate Lord Brown. ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
He was very different than her previous tutor, with the suit and tie thing going on for her. How miserable that had been: if you didn't have talent in realism, she would pick on you in front of the whole school. Her mind then immediately skittered to techniques and mediums she would like to try out, and soon she was lost in the realm of thought, possibilities and ideas.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 4:18 am
Reine Yves Reine walked through the corridors trying hard to find the Art classroom. “Right this seems to be the right way,” she peeked into the rooms to see something that would be reminiscent of an Art class. Turning into the first open door, she looked to pick out a nice seat if this was the right class. “Is this the Art -,” she began to say, finally turning to the front of the class, only to spot Cronje. She literally choked and coughed a few times to clear her throat.
“You’re a teacher here?” Reine stared at him in disbelief, before getting a grip on herself. She took one exasperated, deep breath and stood in the doorway, processing this new information. | Location: Art Class | Profile: Link |
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 4:28 am
CronjexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxArt Teacherxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas." - Butthole Surfers Class will Begin Shortly
All colour drained from his face. "You're a student?" He couldn't think. His mind was numb. It felt like hours had passed, standing, staring at Reine. A cold sobriety came over him and he motioned to the tables. "This is the Art class. Take a seat, make yourself comfortable." Abruptly, and to escape the awkward atmosphere, he took his cigarette outside.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 4:35 am
Reine Yves Reine walked to the middle of the class and took a seat. She sat in silence, her mind twisting.Great, a teacher. Luckily, nothing crazily awkward had happened in the cafeteria. Imagine if something did happen... A shiver ran through her body. Well, this isn't the end of the world. So you found a teacher attractive, nothing wrong with that. One could admire someone, be it for their looks, personality, or weird maturity. Yes... Everything is fine, not a train smash at all.
She turned to look at the other student, offered her an apologetic smile and busied herself by rummaging through her satchel, feeling noticeably calmer already.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 6:06 pm
 ❖ 01✄⋯⋯⋯ location: art class XXXXXX ❖ 02✄⋯⋯⋯ OOC: ❖ 03✄⋯⋯⋯ mood: calm ◎--------------◎--------------◎--------------◎  
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 2:07 am
Reine Yves Reine eyed the newcomer with a small amount of interest. He looked like a proper bad boy. Trouble. She wondered if she should answer since he was already listening to his music. It was something she would usually do when she was dismissing the start of a conversation. Shrugging, she turned back towards him and replied, “I’m doing fine thank you. And you?”
However, she did not wait for a reply, but faced the front of the class again, leaning back in her chair. She picked up her notepad and started to draw her classmates. A rough sketch of each was all she needed now to get started. It will be a little project of hers to sketch all the people she met, she decided. The lines on the page began to take the form of the girl and Reine smiled at her handiwork.
Drawing always calmed her mind, and finding out that Cronje was in fact a teacher and even more so her teacher unsettled her. But why? Her brow furrowed. She shook the thought away and continued her sketches.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 7:48 pm
❖ 01✄⋯⋯⋯ location: art class ❖ 02✄⋯⋯⋯ OOC: ❖ 03✄⋯⋯⋯ mood: calm ◎--------------◎--------------◎--------------◎
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 4:38 pm
A mental clock ticked and nagged in Aurelyian's head as she walked through the school halls towards her destination. She tried to ignore it, but it was always there. Not that she was late or behind schedule for her art class, she just had a self awareness that could get under her own skin. Her messenger bag hung off one shoulder comfortably, carrying a light amount of art supplies, a paper pad, penciled, things of the kind. As well as a reading book or two. Leading out from the side pocket was a thin black cord, directing music into her eardrums from her phone. It was a normal sight for her, to be walking alone to class listening to music. Talking to people was pointless if there were no such people to talk to.
Not that the hallway was empty, there were several students about, walking to their first or second class of the night. The ginger never tried to make eye contact though. She just kept her chin up and eyes unfocused. It gave the impression she might be in deep thought, but really she just wanted to listen to her music and get to class. There was not much of a reason for anyone to intrude on that. And no one did. She found herself walking into the art room without so much as a bump of a shoulder against her beforehand.
It was surprising to find as few students in the class as there were. Even more surprising to only see one male. And he wasn't the teacher. There had to be some guys at the school with an interest in the class right? She knew if her brother was here he would sign up for this class in a heartbeat. He did it every year if the opportunity arose. A sense of homesickness towards her brother Kaydn hit Aureylian as she walked to one of the empty seats at an unoccupied table. After she set her bag to the side she took the chance to look at who else was in the room. Although she did not expect to recognize anyone. She was surprised to find the assumption wrong when she saw the other red headed girl she had met in Nyx's temple. She gave a small smile in greeting over to the girl before looking away again.
Aureylian leaned to where she had put her bag and reached in, pulling out one of her selected reading materials. For once it was not a textbook. Right now she was in the process of finishing the Sherlock Holmes series. She enjoyed them, they occupied her time just enough to fill in the gaps between homework and gaming.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 11:53 pm
CronjexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxArt Teacherxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas." - Butthole Surfers Class has Begun
Cronje entered the class room and stood at the teacher’s desk, inspected each of their faces, critically as though he was trying to guess their interests and personalities. "Right," he said. "This place," he waved a finger to indicate the room, "is pretty dull. So we're going to change that this year. Your semester projects, the best ones, will be show-cased here like trophies to decorate our workspace. Feel free to draw on the tables, floors and walls - if you can," he added dryly and stood, plonking down a large, A3, sketchbook in front of each student. "That, there, is your workbook. You will fill them with your preliminary sketches, swatches, research, inspiration collages, and so forth. If you tear anything out, I'll kill you. Throw away the erasers unless it's putty. Learn from your mistakes instead of doing away with them. If you're going to prettify it with stickers and glitter and other crap, there are worse things than death." He inhaled deeply, almost stretching into a yawn, and then continued. "Good. Now that we're all on the same page, we're doing symbolism this term.
"Homework: gather symbols that you feel have influenced you the most during your old and new life, respectively, and make a collage, writing notes on why they mean something to you. Questions? - come to me. You may begin."
Cronje flicked through a day-planner and looked up at his class. "Before you grasshoppers take to chaos, I need your names. Write your full name, and contact number or email on this folio." He held one up and handed it to the first person. "Make sure to sign it, too. If you haven't signed, I will assume your absence and you'll have brownie points deducted for bunking class. Also, feel free to chatter. I detest silence. It's boring. We'll do rounds for starters: your name, why you're here and what you hope to achieve in this class."
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 9:00 am
Reine Yves Reine looked up, momentarily embarrassed that he saw her drawing and felt relieved that she decided to draw the girl first. She smiled as she tried to imagine how he would have reacted to seeing himself being drawn. Some people didn’t like it. “It wasn’t a dumb question. You merely voiced your observation.” She took his hand briefly, the touch so soft and swift that it barely felt as if her skin connected with his. "I'm Reine,” she offered him another friendly smile and closed her notebook.
Her eyes flitted to the front of the class as Cronje made his way back into class and gave some information on the class. She took the folio and dotted down her details and edged the paper to Seth. She stared at him for a few memorizing his features to accurately duplicate later. Her head was tilted slightly to the right as she tried to regard him from a slightly different angle.
Kind of disappointed that their conversation was cut short she thought she might as well start the class introductions, speaking a bit louder for everyone to hear, and finally looking in Cronje's direction, but still a bit secretive about herself she decided to keep her answers short. "My name is Reine, I joined this class because I love art and I hope to better my ability in this class.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:52 am
❖ 01✄⋯⋯⋯ location: art class XXXXXX ❖ 02✄⋯⋯⋯ OOC: ❖ 03✄⋯⋯⋯ mood: calm ◎--------------◎--------------◎--------------◎
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 11:43 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxImriška Fray
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEmma  "Happiness tasted of dust, of pressed flowers and yellowed photographs now." - Kate Lord Brown. ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
"Seth Frost, brother of Damen, I confiscate things with earphones. Put those away. It's impolite to busy yourself with other audio stimuli while there are people to listen to." Cronje then nodded for the remaining girls to continue.
"I'm Imriška Fray, but call me Em. I come from an Art school in Prague, so I plan to continue my experiments here." She offered him the innocent, good student smile and looked down at her drawings. They were elaborate skull designs that reminded one of Katsuyo Aoki's ornate ceramic skulls [link], and then did her best to incorporate Jacky Tsai's floral skull sculptures into them [link]. The only way this was possible, would be to use a clear, sculpting glue and somehow make papier-mâché of real flowers. If she could find an unfragranced glue, she could mix some perfume into it as well, morphing the idea of death into the concept of new life through the median, Spring, and also find a way to create a bittersweetness to the piece to honour her father's passing. Perhaps she would make a series of these. Imriška smiled at the figures drawn, and started with a new idea: a Rube Goldberg machine, as an installation piece.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 7:05 pm
❖ 01✄⋯⋯⋯ location: art class XXXXXX ❖ 02✄⋯⋯⋯ OOC: this is awfully short and blah... ❖ 03✄⋯⋯⋯ mood: mischievious ◎--------------◎--------------◎--------------◎
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 7:03 am
Reine Yves The soft thud of the paper to the side of her head made Reine turn around, her expression something between boredom and annoyance. She eyed Seth then the paper missile, deciding to see what this was all about. The question was fairly straightforward; Skip class. She had never before skipped a class. Hey! You promised yourself to try new things. To get out of your comfort zone and experience things you generally have little interest in. So come on, try this. Turning back to Seth she gave him a small nod, accepting the offer and pushed the note into her satchel.
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