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This whole classe schedule thing is recent, so honestly I have no idea… If he wants to sneak in, LET him sneak in, I say XD
We have a lot of kids in there, so he’s bound to find someone to talk to.
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper GAHYES!!!! That would be awesome! He’d be so overwhelmed with all the boys XD
Arthur
A favorite…?
Did he have a favorite flower?
“Huh…ah…I…don’t know to be honest,” he admitted, brows furrowing. “I just…like flowers.”
A few seconds of silence ticked by, and then, realizing what he’d admitted, he blushed a bit.
Thorn smiled, “Nothing to be ashamed of! Who wouldn’t love flowers? Whoever doesn’t is quite truly out of their head!”
Arthur chuckled at that. “Guess that’s true.” He glanced at the pink petals around him. “I do like cherry blossoms…but recently…I ah…” His eyes gazed over to his right. “I’ve gained a certain fondness for roses….” He pushed his tongue into his cheek, thinking of the beautiful girl those same gorgeous red flowers made him think of.
Ever since he’d met her…things had been…different.
Sure…he’d also been a flirt. Labeled a bit of a playboy…
Though…most of that was an act, if he were being honest…
But that day he met Corvina…
The day she passed him on the street. And then again in grade school.
He just…couldn’t get her out of his mind.
Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts, turning back to Thorn. He raised a brow, a small smirk on his face.
“So, Thorn eh? Fitting all things considered,” he pointed to the flowers surrounding them. “Your personality doesn’t seem to fit your name though…but maybe I just haven’t known you long enough.”
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#ProtectSebLolol of course!! Talk about stepping outside of your comfort zone
Thorn
Arthur certainly had a far away gleam about him. Probably thinking about a girl – no question about it.
But roses were indeed a beautiful flower, if tarnished by Thorn’s own personal prejudice.
Thorn stared up at him through her brows, an evil smile from ear to ear. “This is true, innocent civilian… You have no true idea.”
“Everything is a mountain”
Arthur
Arthur smirked, placing his hands in his pockets. “Well then, remind me not to get on your bad side, hm?” He kicked up a heel, staring his walk back to the main area of the greenhouse. “So, what do you think will be on the agenda for today? I hope it’s nothing too sleep-inducing. Didn’t exactly join this class to be bored to tears.”
He ran his fingers along a few flower petals as he walked by, breathing deep and taking in their fresh scents. He smiled, allowing his mind to wander.
Truthfully? He could stay in this place forever…
Wonder if I could convince Cori to stop by one day…
He chuckled to himself.
Corvina wasn’t exactly the…bright, rainbow, girly girl flowery type. But she had her moments.
And Arthur was sneaky.
He could probably find a way.
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#ProtectSebSince Arthur and Thorn are becoming friends, Thorn is gonna have to meet Corvina, just so she can be like “OOH NOW I KNOW WHO HE WAS THINKING ABOUT XD
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#ProtectSebUgh…I love Arthur so much. AND I LOVE ARTHURXCORVINA
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#ProtectSebHehe she’d be like “ooh, edgy goth girl, you have some taste, Arthur”
I’mma get some sleep before I reply further, cuz my brain cells are deeaaad 😎 Thank you for the fun, and have a good night!
“Everything is a mountain”
@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 @esther-c @whalekeeper
Evelyn
I went back to my seat when the teacher came in but I gave a warm smile to Callista. She seemed nice, then again everyone here seemed nice.
I tried my best to listen to the teacher but found it very dull.
“Now we will be using colors to show the emotions of the characters. For today, I would like you guys to draw a person in any form you want using paint or pencils.” The teacher instructed.
Anyone? from memory? or in the classroom?
I decided to ask, I put my hand up straight in the air. the teacher saw it and nodded for me to talk.
“Are we drawing from memory or do we have a model? And why are we using black canvases for drawing people?”
the teacher smiled, “Looks like we have an eager student here,”
My face turned red, no one else had asked questions. I’m such an idiot
“The answer to your question is simple, the world is your model, so draw whoever you’d like. It can be someone in this classroom or someone you meant in the halls. And for your other question, colors can be more vibrant on a darker surface,”
I gave a gentle smile, but I was still really embarrassed.
anyone? or someone you meant in the halls?
Arthur?
cute guy, who gave a speech?
Hmmm…
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneI’m loving Arthur and Thorn’s interactions rn… 😂😍
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
@freedomwriter76
the baby!!! 😭
Aww, ik!! 😢
Ami
“Uh, so, I know we’ve spent quite a bit of time together since school started…and I was wondering,” Clint smiled gently. “Would you like to go to the dance with me? It’s okay if not! I’m not afraid of rejection.”
A smile made it’s way to Ami’s face and her emerald green eyes met his blue. “I’d love to, Clint.”
(I think he has blue eyes. XD)
@euodia-vision @godlyfantasy12Derek
“Who is this pompous being?” Erebus asked. His lip curled. “They better not be a snobbish leader.”
Derek smirked. “I make no promises about him being a snobbish leader, but I’ll go introduce you. Come with me.”
Erebus followed Derek down the hall. Derek found Edrich near where they had first met, but Aramis had gone elsewhere.
Derek cleared his throat. “Edrich. I’ve found someone else who may be a valuable asset. Edrich this is Erebus. Erebus, this is the sno— er,” he coughed to cover his mistake. “Our leader, Edrich.”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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I’m going to RP as Lukas so he can chat with Rueben. 🙂
Lukas
Lukas titled his head, staring at the canvas. Who to draw… who to draw…
There was always Everton. That would be pretty funny.
Or the teacher… naw. A little weird.
Maybe… Skylar? His cheeks flushed at the thought. He wouldn’t dare let anyone see a sketch of her… drawn by his own hand. Especially with people like Aramis lurking around the halls.
He grabbed a pencil and bounced it between his thumb and pointer finger. He bit his lip, staring at the canvas. He had never really worked with a canvas before. It was mostly sketch pads or any scraps of paper he could find when he felt inspired to draw something.
He grabbed the canvas and walked up to the teacher. “Excuse me, sir? Do you have any… smaller canvases?”
The teacher cocked his head. “Smaller? Why would you need a smaller one?”
“Well, I don’t paint very often, so I wanted to sketch. But sketching when it’s set up on an easel is hard for me to do. So with a smaller one, I can hold it in my lap.” Lukas watched the teacher expectantly, hoping that he understood.
The teacher chuckled. “Alright. But just this once. I want you to get used to drawing different ways.”
Lukas nodded and smiled. “Thanks.” He went over to the cabinet that held the canvases and exchanged his for a smaller one.
He sat down again and held his pencil. He propped one leg up on the edge of the empty easel and rested the canvas against his leg.
There. Now everything was perfect. Except for the fact that he still didn’t know who to draw.
He could always draw himself…
“How do I look…?” He murmured to himself. He jumped when someone behind him actually answered.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Aw, thank you – this RP is lots of fun!
Thorn
“I have no inkling of any sort,” Thorn said, turning around and around in an effort to identify other beings within the flora. “But I wouldn’t mind if we just wandered around and did noth-”
A tiny woman appeared out of nowhere, grinning widely.
Thorn yelped, then frowned, brushing off her skirt. “You scared me!”
“Good morning, blossoms,” the woman beamed, clutching a large glass jar to her heart. “I am Miss Constance Soleil, your botany instructor, and I am also ecstatic to meet you both – Arthur, Thorn.”
She shook their hands, shifting the jar to one arm and brushing her thick black hair out of her eyes. She didn’t look much older than twenty, even though she must have been older. Maybe she used snail slime in her makeup routine, or something along those lines. “How are you two today? What do you think of my greenhouse?”
“It’s amazing, Miss Soleil. And I’m fine, thank you for asking.” Thorn peered into the jar, which was filled with moss and red-dipped leaves. “I must say, that is a precious pot.”
“Ah, yes,” Miss Soleil laughed. Her voice sounded like twinkling chimes. “I have a shelf full of these in the back! Would you like to see them? I thought we could start off with building our own terrariums today.”
She turned around and tripped her way along a less-trodden path, her hair trailing lightly against the rocks.
Thorn turned to Arthur. “Maybe that answers your question?”
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper @freedomwriter76 @esther-c @euodia-vision
Btw, wanted to give a heads up! Paxton is more of an abstract artist, so he paints according to feeling! He doesn’t really paint Pictures? It’s more like colors and such so you might be able to get the gist of the object or person but he mostly paints what he feels.
And he does like to associate people with colors 😊 (so he might have a bit of synesthesia, just not the one where he sees numbers and things like that in color)
Paxton
Paxton’s brows furrowed, lips puckering in confusion as he stared at the now clean paintbrush in his lap.
He’d…never drawn a person before. Much less painted one. Truthfully…he didn’t really care to draw people or objects…
Colors were more his thing. Lights and darks. Different textures. The feel of paints and graphite on his skin.
Though, he supposed he could try.
But…that left yet another question fizzling around in his head.
Who would he draw?
He’d met quite a few new friends since coming to the academy. Which was surprising in itself…
But which one did he want to paint?
Which one did he feel like painting?
There was Wolfie…with his chocolate browns and warm tones and textures. Friendly and loyal.
Or Luna with her vivid pinks and purples; flashes of light spraying everywhere. Bright and illuminating.
Or his new friend, Marcel. Royal blue with spots of bubblegum pink, all centering into one electrifying yellow.
Paxton paused, tongue pushed into his cheek as he pondered.
There were too many choices!
Yet…none of them felt right….
He glanced at the paints, frowning.
Marcel glanced at him, raising a brow. “What’s wrong? Can’t think of anybody?”
Paxton didn’t answer-no surprise. In truth, he had the opposite problem.
“Why don’t you paint your friend you mentioned earlier. What was it…Ari something?”
Paxton’s brows lifted slightly, thinking for a minute.
Arabella…
He looked back at the canvas, a small smile forming.
He could already see the bursts of color forming.
Light pinks…aquamarine blue…teal…soft chocolate edges…Light splaying out in waves.
Chasing away the shadows.
Paxton smiled, and, putting paintbrush to paint, began.
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Arthur followed Thorn and the teacher into the back of the greenhouse, hands still slipped into his pockets.
“Terrariums huh? Don’t think I’ve ever made those before.”
In truth, he wasn’t even sure he’d heard of them before.
“Don’t worry, they’re rather simple!” The teacher said.
(I think??) XD XD
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Edrich raised a brow, glancing at the young man, who was nearly the same height as him (Idk I imagine Erebus to be tall XD)
He looked like he was going to be a handful of trouble, even on their side. But hey…beggars couldn’t be choosers.
And…he did seem…menacing.
Edrich nodded his head in greeting, eyes still narrowed as he studied the young man.
“Co-Leader. Though I’m the head,” Edrich said. “My brother, Aramis works hand in hand with me. If you join us you’ll be answering to him too. But everything goes through me first.”
“And what exactly would I be joining?” Erebus crossed his arms, glaring.
“Not some patty cake little club, that’s for sure. Let’s just say we make sure things…run smoothly in the school. Make sure the hierarchy is kept. Things have been sliding recently, what with the arrival of new, stubborn students. Things are getting out of hands. Subordinates thinking they can usurp their authority. Understand what I mean?”
A devilish grin marked Erebus’ face. “I believe I do.”
“We’ve lost two of our own recently. Things are falling apart I’m sorry to say. It’s time to rebuild. Revamp. Bring the chaos back into order.” Edrich smiled slightly, straightening. He extended a hand, “So, Erebus, would you like to help us do just that?”
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