Everything's Art! (Art Class No 1)

[Sasque]

Slowly... Steadily... Carefully... Step by step, Ilona was moving from one window to another, opening the heavy drapes so some sunlight could come in and make the classroom a bit brighter. There were no regular tables in the room. Instead, tables with potter's wheel were lined up the wall opposite to the one with windows. The wall further from the door was almost completely covered with cabinets filled with various materials and tools for creating new pieces of art.

The only part of that wall not covered with cabinets is where the small door lead. Behind them is the room with kilns for firing the pottery. Also, this is where "finished" wet paintings are hung or placed to dry.

Back into the classroom... In front of the wall opposite to the one with the cabinets is a stand where various "models" are placed for those who are drawing or painting. Without any real order, easels are filling up the free space between four walls. Also, on every visible place on the walls there are either shelves with pottery on them or paintings hung, each creation marked with the name of its creator and the date it was finished on.

Usually uncovered wooden floor was covered with many papers today. Yeah, it's carving day for the students. The only thing they are going to chose is if they are going to work with something soft and easy to manipulate with, like soap, or they'll carve wood. Too bad she had to chose what sort of art were students supposed to do each class...

With a sigh, Ilona moved to the cabinets where she collected the carving knives and V-tools for each student that should come to the class. Then, she slowly turned back and carefully walked back to the stand, her every step filled with elegance, and placed the tools down. Students knew where the materials are... That's something they could get on their own.

Well, now to wait for them to arrive... the elderly woman thought, sitting down on the chair she always chose for herself and taking the topmost paper off the pile she placed there when she arrived. Also, a pencil was there in her hand and Ilona started doodling as she waited for students to arrive.

[Faye]

Finally, art~! She took this for a reason. It was a subject for relaxation and to release stress. Drawing, painting, digital art, photography and all that excited her, Faye absolutely loved it. Besides, it was a nice change from the rest of her subjects that she had been having lately.

With her dark violet coloured hair bobbing each time she took a step, Faye made her way towards the art room to begin her first class. Her uniform sat neatly on her body, her skirt swaying a bit as she walked. Her messenger bag was slung over her shoulder, the strap sitting between her breasts. The black material had a hand drawn pineapple type picture sewn onto it for decoration, the pineapple had a small heart instead a speech bubble coming out of it.

Faye opened the door with a bright smile on her face but it faded as soon as she found out she was the first student to arrive so far. Dammit, small talk with the teacher. Argh, it was so awkward sometimes, especially since the teacher was an old lady. She seemed nice, though. "Hello, Miss," She said as she walked passed the table she was sitting at. She seemed to be doodling something. Faye stopped trying to catch a glance at sat at a nearby table, placing her bag on the floor beside her and grabbed one of her pencils out to await instructions when her teacher was ready.

[Nicolette]

School had been in session for quite some time. This class was one of her favorites because drawing was one of her few escapes from the real world. She had been so stressed the past week and a half, but the hype caused by the school dance was calming down and she had been going to extra Mental Gifts classes with Miss Hale in order to take the strain off of her mind that had been caused by the excessive use of her pyrokenisis.

Nicolette De la Fontaine left her economics class and walked through the halls, offering smiles to those who greeted her in the hallways. She was quite popular, despite being such a mouse for a lot of her earlier years at the T'zenshin Institute. She continued through until she came to the elective hallways. She turned the corner and continued walking until she came to the art room.

She entered the room and she smiled a warm, kind smile at the older woman sitting at her table.

"Good afternoon, Madame Balázs." She greeted the woman as she set her backpack down at one of the tables near the teacher's table. "How has your day been?"

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Drawing was something she did when she was bored and couldn't use her computer. When her grandparents had seen the art she'd done, they insisted she take an art class. She had finally given in as they sent her registration form in for her tenth grade school year and she had been attending the art class for the past almost two months.

She walked casually from her English class, taking her time as she moved through the halls. In terms of popularity, she was the exact opposite from the Student Council President. No one even gave her a glance as she weaved through the crowds, pushing her glasses up as she came upon the elective hall. She hated passing period. She hated going through the crowds of people who stopped to chat with their friends. She hated seeing the happy smiles on people's faces... Why was life so cruel?!

She let out a soft sigh as she walked into the art room. She slowly brought her eyes up to look around the familiar room and her eyes fell upon a familiar face. She walked over to the table Faye was sitting at, cluching her briefcase in one hand and her backpack strap with the other.

"Is this seat taken?" She asked, motioning to the stool next to her. She was pretty sure the answer would be the same one as everyday, but she could never be too sure.

[Sasque]

((If other students decide to show up, please just join when the turn comes.))

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It's this place? Well, it should be. That's one of two classes she had with that... girl, was it? Nicolé or something... Lynvil entered the art classroom, really hoping that the drapes would be pulled over the windows... But that wasn't the case. They aren't going to work in "darkness" this time.

"May... I... sit... here?" Lynvil asked in her regular, whispering tone, as she reached girls from the tenth grade. The Enashian girl didn't like to sit alone, especially on classes where she was allowed to communicate with others and practice main language of Earth... or at least what seemed to be that.

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One, two, three.... Students have started arriving, Ilona noticed as her sketch of a fluffy cat she earlier started while doodling. Yes, she also noticed that some of the students have started preparing tools for regular art classes - pencils and such...

"Hello," Ilona replied to every greeting of her students, preferring to every single of them personally than to ignore the numerous hellos and his she received.

"I had a very nice day, thank you, Nicolette," Ilona replied to the oldest girl in the group. Should there be some more students? Well, it would be nice if at least one more student arrived.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin sat crosslegged on the ground, taking a deep breath in, and a slow breath out. It had been a while since he had given himself time for meditation, and it was needed at this point. His classes were starting to get tougher, and the SFF needed to do more things. However, he had fortunately patched things up with Nicolette, which made most of his classes easier, since they shared them. Still, there were other weights on his mind, and he needed to just let them-

A harsh buzzing interrupted his quiet space, causing the boy to glare angrily over at his clock; however, his glare quickly changed to shock when he realizes that that was the alarm he had set for class so he wouldn't be late... of course, he was going to be late anyway, stupid clock. And he had been doing so well too!

It fortunately took only a second to get ready, since it was Art Class, and most of the supplies were in the room. However, it did take longer than he wished to get down to the main floor where he could book it towards the building where his class was. He didn't run, as much as he should, since that it was an obvious sign that he was late; he just walked briskly, and hoped that he didn't miss too much.

Kyerin opened the door to the Art class, smiling pleasantly. "I apologize for my tardiness," he said, quickly taking the closest empty seat, and acting as calm and proper as possible; it was all in the attitude.

[Faye]

Faye smiled as Haruka walked into the room and asked if she could sit beside her. She shook her head a little, "You know you can," She said with another small smile and turned to the other girl who had asked to sit, she nodded, closing her eyes as she smiled yet again. She smiled a lot. Like... seriously, a lot. Then again, almost everything made her happy. She twirled her pencil in her hand absentmindly before her eyes fluttered up to the door opening, aah.. She remembered him! That was... that was Kyerin. Or someone. She met him at the museum once. He wasn't bad looking either. She shook her head and averted her blue eyes to the teacher to await what was going to happening this lesson.

[Nicolette]

Nicolette gave a warm smile in the direction of the teacher before she made herself comfortable on the stool of the table. She took her sketch book out, deciding to draw a little before the class began. She kept her head down, hunched over the drawing. To her, it was simple, but to others, it seemed quite complicated.

Half the picture showed a lighter side with warm beings, while the other half showed a more darker side. In her heart, it represented how the Student Council and the Student Freedom Force conflicted.

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Haruka took her seat next to Faye and placed her briefcase and backpack on the floor next to her feet. She glanced at the other member of the table and gave a small nod before she pushed her glasses up and looked around the room.

Her breath caught in her throat as Kyerin walked into the room a few minutes later. He was almost late, but that's how Kyerin was. It was rare that he was ever actually on time, seeing as he would often times set himself to arrive half an hour early and make it five minutes before the event or class. Such an odd man he was.

She swallowed hard and pushed her glasses up, remembering how to breathe. She gave him a small nod when he looked in her direction before she turned her eyes to her desk, trying to control herself from getting flustered. Why did he have such an effect on her all of a sudden?! She didn't used to be this way last year...

[Sasque]

"Don't worry Kyerin," Ilona said as the boy entered the room, almost being late for the class. The elderly woman put aside her papers and got up from her seat to walk towards the stand which she had put the carving knives upon.

"Everything around us is art. You may not notice it now, in such young age, but watch carefully and you will see one day that talent and creativity is needed for everything you do," the woman spoke, officially starting her class. Probably all the students attending her classes have already memorized the words and were able to repeat them without a mistake... "But, as always, we have to stick to what is usually meant by 'art'. So, today, we're going to carve soaps or wood. You can get the material in the lockers behind you and the knives are here. Once everyone got what they need, please, sit on the chairs which have papers underneath them," Ilona finished, counting how many students have arrived. Almost everyone...

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Lynvil put down her bag, sitting down only while the teacher was talking. When the old Earthling finally finished her speech, the alien girl stood up and spoke after giving a faked smile to the other two girls.
"I'll... get... the... knives..." the girl spoke, doing her best to be loud enough for the other two to hear her. Not waiting for the answer, she headed towards the stand, grabbing the tools. Except that she didn't grab them by the handles. Lynvil still had a lot to learn about such things... Holding the knives the wrong way, the alien girl returned to her seat, placing two knives which she did grab correctly down on the tables of the girls. Changing the way she held the knife, Lynvil stared at the hole in her black glove. So... these things were sharp...

[Kyerin]

Unfortunately for Kyerin, the table he was sitting at didn't have paper under it, so he had to move... and since the teacher had set up enough spaces for only the number of students in the class, he had only a few spots... and the two closest ones were next to Nicolette. This was both a good and a bad thing... depending on who was looking and what they thought of it.

The boy walked towards the cabinent, then paused and headed to the table first, dropping his bag next to one of the empty chairs. He leaned over towards the Student Council president, his eyes only glancing at her paper for a second, before speaking to her, not too loud as to shock her too greatly from her drawing trance. "Would you like to carve with soap or wood today?" He was going to get soap, considering that he wasn't that talented in the art department, but it would be nice of him to ask before acquiring his own supplies.

[Faye]

Faye's attention faltered away from Kyerin as he continued into the room, she had no intention of making goo goo eyes at him or anything, he wasn't that great, he was nice and all, though she did notice Haruka acting a little strange, she turned slightly in her seat, tilting her head to the side as she opened her mouth to speak, "Is something wrong?" She asked Haruka. She only just briefly heard the other girl speak as she got up to the get the knives, she nodded slowly.

While she awaited her answer she got up from her seat to grab three soaps and three pieces of wood, in case one was harder than the other, to create variety. She then sat back down, resting her chin in her elbow as it rested on the table. The table wasn't flat as it had paint stains and glue all over it, art rooms were never meant to be tidy, it was part of art itself. She twirled a purple lock around her finger.

[Nicolette]

Nicolette looked up from her drawing at the sound of Kyerin's voice. Her multicolored eyes widened slightly. When had he gotten so close without her noticing? She swallowed hard and set her sketchbook on the desk, closing it and placing her pencil on it.

She slowly rose from the table, her eyes casting down.

"A-ah... I can get the wood I will be using..." She said quietly, starting to walk toward the area where the supplies were.


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Haruka was quiet at first. She didn't even know how to answer the question Faye asked. She didn't know what was wrong. All she knew was she was getting all worked up over a teammate whom probably didn't even see her...

She let out a deep sigh and reached to take one of the carving knives and a bar of soap, giving a quick thanks to the other girl at their table for bringing the carving knives. She looked over the soap, wondering what she would carve from it.

"It's nothing." She finally said in response to Faye's question.