| Title: Magical Art Class Time: Sunday, April 04, 2004 The Thespians: In class RP, I've decided not to include a list of actors. |
| The Art classroom is rather empty today; of chairs, of desks, or stools. In fact, everything has been pushed off to the far wall of the classrooms, desks and chairs stacked up haphazardly on top of each other. The floor is covered with large peices of old newspapers, and three large looking mural canvas frames stand end to end against the other bare wall. There are buckets of paint, and other strange liquids, some reflecting mirror surfaces, others bubbling ominously. Brushes, muggle popscicle sticks, and a pair of chopsticks, amongst other random objects, stand in jars along the ground near the mural. There's not sign yet of the Teacher, Zafkiel Fjorvar is nowhere to be seen. |
| Mifflin makes her way into the Magical Art classroom, mesh bookbag in one hand, and textbook in the other. With a sigh, she stops in the middle of the room. Great. She looks at all the chairs. Double great. The teacher must've decided to be creative today. With a sigh, she places her things on the floor next to her, and just... waits. |
| Hurry, hurry, hurry. The heavy padding of a one, Wally Valentine is heard from down the hallway and about thirty seconds after that, the stout boy pokes his head through the threshold of the door, and then carefully ventures inside. He's only got his bag with him, and as he sets it down by the wall his hazel eyes gleam with delight as he looks at the setup of the classroom. This will prove interesting, and hopefully his goldfish attention span can keep up. |
| Magical Art. Lien's favorite class. Only, not really. It involves things like creativity and an open mind and less things like books and facts, which makes her uncomfortable. And her deficiencies in coordination make it even more a bother. Therefore, there's a definite trudge to the sixth grader's step as she enters the classroom, back bent partially from nature and partially from the bulging book bag slung over her shoulder. She steadies her glasses with one hand and her eyes dart around the classroom. "Where's Professor Fjorvar?" |
| Bruce Mancini makes his into the classroom, looking as serious-minded and stern as always. watching the happenings, even though there's not much yet happening, through his red sunglasses, as he moves to one of the walls, to lean on it. |
| Hum dee dum. What better way to waste a day then to go to a class? Any way! Navilee Karzonia enters the room, glancing about slowly, blinking. No chairs... No desks... Must be no class! Whee! She shrugs slightly, and wanders over to the desks, carefully leaning against one that actually looks... almost safe... |
| Hurrying into the classroom, halfway at a run Hannu's expression looks a bit... disoriented and thoughtful. He stops just inside of the room, not remembering to move to the side of the entrance. |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar is here, indeed, and he peeks his head over the top of the mural canvas he was hidden behind, to survey the arriving students. "Ah good! Just find a place on the paper there to sit, or stand, as you like, I'm just securing this last canvas..." this last part said with a little grunt and he sweeps gracefully from behind the canvases, walking insectlike to the front of one of them, gesturing with one tatood arm around the room, the desks, and all. "As you can see, the classroom is a bit of a mess," he says, sighing for a moment...Then brightens. "All the better! Much more room to work with! Just find a place to settle for a moment, and mind you don't stick you're hands or any other beloved appendages into any of the vats unless you know exactly what you are doing," one of the containers, with a purple substance, gloops loudly, and Zafkiel takes a step away from it, waiting for all the students to arrive. |
| Mifflin Johanson raises a cautious brow. Ok. Well, at least he wasn't uptight. That was always good. So, with another sigh, she picks up her things, and moves over to lean against one of the walls of the room, arms crossed in front of her chest as her green eyes take in everything in front of her. Maybe this would be an interesting class afterall... |
| "Yes sir." She sounds polite, but really, Lien just gets formal when she's not expecting to enjoy herself. (Such a pessimist.) She drops her book bag by the wall and steps gingerly onto the paper to find a place to stand, looking a touch uncomfortable and rolling up her sleeves. Leaning over she peers dubiously into one of the vats. No problems, Professor--she WON'T be touching that, and you can't make her! |
| Hannu blinks, as he moves away from the wall, and over to one of the indicated places, standing there for now. |
| The vat that contained a thick green paint with the consistency of what appeared to be, mucus, was carefully being inspected by Wally, but at the professor's little warning, he takes a rather large step away from it, crinkling up a sheet of newspaper on the floor while he's at it. He tries to kick it aside, and failing, he just sits on it to flatten and dull the sound of it. Following Lien's example, he also rolls up his sleeve, and just waits. |
| Bruce Mancini lound carefully, making his way onto the paper, shrugging a little to himself, as he glances down at the floor, for now. |
| With a small sigh, Navilee walks over to the paper, and flops onto it. She then proceeds to read off of the paper... Why are newspapers always such a bore...? |
| Does Sukaku Karasuno even go to this school? . . . We're not sure. He enters a room pretty much the way he enters anything -- by wandering in, glancing about with idle curiosity. Interesting. Potentially messy. All right. The boy seems to have no concept of classroom etiquette, for he simply pads in further, standing there as though expecting instruction. No robes. No shoes. Strange boy. |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar looks around the room. "Thank you everyone for coming. If you're here, it means you found one of my posters, or somebody dragged you into coming. Excellent! Art should be a voluntary process, and a safe one," he sweeps across the room to one of the cupboards, and pulls out several white paint (and various other material) splattered art frocks, which he begins passing out. "These will protect your clothes from most of the paints, but please, regardless, be cautious. Do not eat the paint, do not touch it with your skin or put it in your eyes or hair. Don't chew on the paint brushes. Basic classroom safety," the scary thing is, he wouldn't be telling them this unless somebody _had_ done it before, and he's saying this in all seriousness. "There are protective gloves in the left pocket of the paint robes, and a hairnet in the right for you ladies and gents with longer tresses," he flicks his own hair back into a hairnet as he pulls on the art robes. "Excellent. Now then, most of you probably have figured out by now what we are doing. Would anybody like to take a guess at what that would be?" |
| "And what if we're not here, sir?" Hannu asks, with a confused expression, as he gets ready for class. |
| Elijah Cruise drags her feet and slowly enters the art classroom smelling like cigarette smoke. Her face is a green color from the queasy feeling of the cigarettes. Yes, she's late, and on purpose too. Her arms are defiantly crossed over her chest, and her pert nose is stuck up in the air. She was way too good to be here, or at least that was what Eli thought Pascal would behave like. Truth be known, Eli was getting /used/ to being in Pascal's body, at least somewhat. She rolls her eyes at the disarray of the room. A glance is given to the Professor, and a single eyebrow is perked at the hairnet. A slight nod is given to the professor in greeting. Why was she here anyways? To wreak havoc of course! A smile breaks out on the girl's lips as she spots Lien. Oh joy! She beams as she pads over to the girl, and whispers, "Hi Oom-Lien!" Blink. She probably /should/ be listening to the professor. |
| "To make some kind of art, Professor?" comes the suggestion from the sunglassed one, as Bruce looks around, for a few moments, studying the various things present. At the instruction to put on those protective things, he does so, shrugging a little. |
| For once in her life, Lien Nguyen actually doesn't pay very much attention to the teacher's instructions. This is because she's too busy being startled by the presence of Sukaku in the classroom. Should he even BE here? She pulls on one of those silly art smocks and begins tucking her pigtails into a hair net, and she would wave to Sukaku (and probably confuse him again), but for the entrance of her second most favorite person in the whole world. "Hello, Pascal," she grits, and suddenly she is trying so hard to concentrate on Professor Fjorvar's words and looking terribly annoyed that Eli/Pascal would try to DISTRACT her. Horrors. |
| Poor Wally takes one of the frocks with a rather skeptical eye, knowing just by looking at it that the frock probably won't fit. He's pretty much correct, and as he reaches to tie the frock around himself, he can barely make the ends of the strings meet. The knot he's tied will most likely end up coming undone rather quickly. He squirms his pudgy into the robe's pockets and shoves his hands into the gloves, and then takes a look around, seeming rather interested as the girl next to him shoves her pigtails into her hairnet. He looks up both at Sukaku and Pascal's entrance, but just looks. "We're... going to paint... something?" At least he attempted to answer the question, right? |
| . . . Do not eat the paint or chew on the paintbrushes. There's always a catch, isn't there? Sukaku squats on the newspapers, perching idly, awaiting due notice. He does *not* do hairnets. By nature they seem disturbing. The art frocks, as they are so titled, do not seem particularly appealing either. Broooooooooood. Stay? Or go? There are Lien and Pascal . . . hm. Don't tell him that you're here to wreak havoc, Elijah. Sukaku considers that his duty. A bright smile is given to Lien, exposing his canines . . . oops. Maybe that was too much smile. It feels feral. Hrm. The boy stops immediately and blinks, looking confused, shrugging apologetically towards Lien. |
| Again a smile is cast towards Lien. "Nice hair net," Elijah mutters with satisfaction. The girl reaches for a smock and pulls it over her head. Was she going to wear a hair net? Not in this lifetime. Besides, Pascal's hair wasn't /that/ long. Wally was giving Eli material out of the ying yang, and in response, the girl can't help but smile. This was going to be a fun class! However, eyes are narrowed at Sukaku. Who was that guy? And why was he so... weird? The eyes are further narrowed as Sukaku flashes his canines at Lien. Did the boy want to eat Lien or something? The girl coughs a little and just stares at Sukaku. |
| Zafkiel Fjorvar looks around the room. "Well, if they're not here, then they're missing some fun," he doesn't seem to care that a student hasn't put on a frock. He jumps at the first person to speak, grinning at Bruce, "Excellent! Art, always art in this class, in this class, a Mural. We are making a mural, well, three," he hrms. "I'll split you amongst the three canvases in a moment, but first, some explainations. The theme of our murals today is School Spirit, and as I hope to have these peices of art posted to one of the more blander walls in the building to bring it some color, some of the vibrancy that being a Scattergood student is all about. And so, today we'll be doing Mural art, that takes no skill, only a sense of what you want to do. Do you want to do a portrait of the school gaurdian? Or just splatter paint artistically onto the canvas? You'll have to decide that with your group! But I beleive the splatter technique would make a great Gaurdian portrait, so anything goes!" he walks over to the green bubbling bucket that Wally was standing near, and picks up a brush from it. "I'm just going to go over what each of these paints can do in a little more detail, then it'll be a free for all," he grins mysteriously at them, then dips the brush into the goop mixture. Is squirms and clings to the end of the brush, but remains in place as Zafkiel walks over to the canvases, to inspect, before applying the brush in a single stroke to the glossy white surface. The mucus green substance immediately blooms, taking rout into the canvas, leaving a trail of soft pink flower buds and round green petals in its path. |
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