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also, since it wasn’t specified, @godlyfantasy12, is History another class where everyone is together?
Then English and History could be the only 2 classes where everyone is brought together???
idk, just a thought đ
Thorn
Thorn whizzed up to the boy, and grabbed both his hands, pulling him into the middle of a gorgeous, petal-strewn walkway.
She breathed in the cinnamon scent, her own cinnamon-glazed eyes shining. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 @esther-c @smiley @anyoneelse…?Marcel
A man, stepping into the middle of the easel circle, interrupted Marcel’s thoughts.
“I am Mr. Ziegler,” the teacher said. He was dressed in the same code clothes the other teachers wore, other than a red and yellow-striped scarf draped about his shoulders. “I will be your Art director this year – and probably every year after that. I want no paintball guns in here, understood?”
Marcel snorted.
Ziegler looked pointedly down at his second shortest student, and winked.
Well, obviously Marcel had to get his hands on one of those guns as soon as possible.
“Over the year, you will be assembling a variety of projects – some for display, others for personal pleasure. If you look at this table here, there are several boxes of paints and brushes. Today, we will start off with exploring our art supplies, and getting a feel for the class. Tomorrow, we will study some simple color theory…”
âEverything is a mountainâ
@freedomwriter76 yea thatâs fine with me! So long as things donât get too chaotic with more characters. I donât mind them interacting with students outside of class too but maybe mostly keep it to in class meetings so things donât get too hectic?
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#ProtectSeb@whalekeeper ah love him! Also Marcel XD!!
@freedomwriter76 I believe History is the other class đ
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@godlyfantasy12 ok, thx!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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Whaley, hope u donât mind me starting the class
Paxton
Pax hid a bit behind his easel, shyly peeking out at the teacher, who was smiling bright as he scanned each of the students faces.
He had kind eyes, and his scarf provided a flash of color to the otherwise dreary looking uniform.
He met Paxtonâs eyes and gave the little boy a small wink.
âWhy donât we begin, hm? Art is all about variety, and no two artists are the same. You must find what works for you, and that includes both method and tool, wether it be pencil, paint, even clay! Though today, I think weâll stick to trying out the paints and pencils set out in front of you. Each of you should have an easel and a blank canvas,â he paused, passing one of the students. He glanced at their canvas. âWellâŚmost of you should have a blank canvas,â he chuckled. âThere are extras in the drawers over there,â he pointed.
Arthur
Arthur stumbled a bit as the girl dragged him through the greenhouse, and into a narrow walkway, strewn with gorgeous pink petals.
His eyes widened at the sight of the large cherry blossom tree growing at the very end of the hall, budding with flowers that fell around it like a veil.
He let out a breath of awe, eyes sparkling as a small memory burst into his mind.
The memory of a young woman, with blonde hair just like his own, smiling. Laughing. Her face surrounded by the same pink flowers that now filled his senses.
âIsnât it wonderful?â The girlâs voice made the memory fuzzy. Slowly, it unraveled, leaving nothing but the sound of the womanâs laughter, echoing in Arthurâs ears.
He nodded, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
âY-YeaâŚw-wonderfulâŚâ
GAH this just gave me a bit of backstory for actual series Arthur đ
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#ProtectSebAww, the golden retriever has a soft spot! (I’ve just always pictured his spirit animal as a dog XD)
Thorn
Flowers had a special nook in Thorn’s mind. One that could never be cleared out and left to the dust.
Violets… Lilies…Â Chrysanthemums…
Cities, civilizations, falling down before Guardians and Lordlings, trampled under their crowns.
Petals folding over each other in a frozen dance – like a million facets of a diamond, or of a snowflake – cherishing an embrace that would never be undone.
A tiny pattern, following a tiny thread, which led to the center of all pattern-like souls.
Thorn blinked, and the thought was lost in the cherry blossoms.
The boy stared up at the tree, as if tangled in his own mental branches.
Maybe…cherry trees just did that to you?
“Wow,” Thorn said, shaking the melancholy off, “I feel deeply philosophical today. This cherry tree is lovely. I have a friend… His House’s flower symbol is the cherry blossom.”
Although, his House hilariously consisted of only one member. But that was an inside secret.
âEverything is a mountainâ
Arthur
The girl released Arthurâs hands, folding her own in front of her. She smiled, staring at the cherry blossoms surrounding them and then began to walk forward.
Arthur scratched the back of his neck, following behind. âHuh. So, like a family crest? He rich or something?â
Arthurâs mind was suddenly filled with the glistening wonder of jewelry and golden coins, falling from velvet bags like a waterfall. His lips twitched slightly.
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Thorn’s mouth twitched. “If owning the world’s largest graphic novel collection is considered rich…”
She faced him. “Crests are a thing in my world. What about yours? Do you have a family House?”
âEverything is a mountainâ
Arthur
Arthur swallowed, pausing for only a moment.
âNah, not into those kinds of things.â He quickly moved on, hoping the girl wouldnât ask anymore questions relating to houses orâŚfamily.
He didnât really want to get into the whole âOrphan living on the street since he was a kid,â thing.
âBy the way, didnât get your name. Iâm Arthur.â He looked around at the still mostly empty greenhouse. âGuess weâre the only two who are going to be in this class? Wonder who the teach is.â
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Flax sits down at the cafeteria bench. Apparently, this was where people ate their lunch. A tiny orange carrot lays on the floor, remains from some apparent food fight. The ceiling arches high above the tables, letting light fall in from numerous skylights. The surrounding seats remain empty, giving an eerie feel to the whole room.
I suppose Iâm too earlyâŚ
Flax gets up, eager to explore the seemingly deserted room while the previous period wraps up. The cafeteria tables, mostly long and thin, cover most of the large room. He dodges behind one of them, barely escaping the watchful eye of one of the lunch ladies. She glares back while tying her apron strings in preparation for the coming wave of children and teens.
Scary.
Flax shivers, knowing he barely escaped her watchful eye. He pops up again, satisfied that she decided to move along. Walking down the halls and past many shut classroom doors, he surveys the school. Some classroom doors echo with restless children, others remain quiet besides the loud voice of teachers lecturing. Flax inches towards a propped open door, listening to the talk inside. He peeps his head in, watching a teacher gesture as he talks to the class.
â–Art is all about variety, and no two artists are the same. You must find what works for you, and that includes both method and tool, wether it be pencil, paint, even clay! Though today, I think weâll stick to trying out the paints and pencils set out inââ
Cool.
Flax lingers in the doorway, darting away as one of the class members catches his eye.
Oops.
Iâll just wait at a table I guessâŚ
Flax skips back to the lunch tables, making sure to pick one on the opposite side of the cafeteria to the scary lunch lady. Sitting down, he rustles through his satchel. A small pouch of almonds and raisins and some dried meat remain tied in a small bundle in the bottom of his bag. He sits, patiently waiting for the rest of the children to arrive. Flax watches a small ticking device on the wall. Its small fingers shift forwards, the small one making its way around in no time. He stares, trying to determine whether its mechanical chink is annoying or relaxing.
I wonder what time it isâŚ
Itâs a shame they donât have a sundial in here.
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So Flax is just chillin in the cafeteria rn, after classes end (I understand they may take a more than a couple rps XD) he’ll either wander over to some group or you can have a charrie talk to him if you want
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putting yâall in all caps so u all see this!
I thinkâŚup to yâall, but at lunch time, all the boys in our dorm should sit together at lunch.
up to yâall.
(maybe Seb bumps into them but that doesnât have to happen itâs just an idea. But I do think it would be cool/nice to have all the boys from our dorm sit together and get to know each other a bit better. Especially since we now have Flax, and Wolfie and Marcel and Calvin still are probs a bit Rocky XD)
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#ProtectSebPoor child… XD Hopefully he won’t be waiting in there too long.
Sure! Oh and Seb doesn’t have a dorm yet, so maybe he could sleep in that group’s dorm as well (although he wouldn’t find it particularly pleasant).
Thorn
“I’m Thorn. And I don’t know, maybe we are the only ones?”
It was entirely possible no one else wanted this elective. The greenhouse was so quiet.
It was weird, knowing other kids didn’t have Houses, and just mingled into roughly one race of flowerless people… But Thorn shoved that thought down. It made her feel squeamish. As if she were surrounded by homeless dogchildren.
“Do you…have a favorite plant, Arthur?”
âEverything is a mountainâ
XD
How long do classes generally last (10 rps? 20? Depends on chaos level?) Because if it’s going to be awhile, he might just sneak into the back of that art class…
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