Art Class, Miss Goshe

Lorilynn scoffed. This man was insane. There was so "essence" of anything his painting. And he was going about it all too haughtily. It ticked her off. Turning back to the paints, Lorilynn violently dipped her brush into the pink paint. "Oh, are you not happy with your portrait? I can fix it for you." she smiled, sounding sickeningly sweet.

Approaching her model she oh-so carefully and delicately added a very curly pink French mustache and beard to her new "canvas". She put her hand to her mouth, trying to suppress her giggles. "Wow Ah-Gyul. That new look makes you ever so handsome. What a same though. Pink just isn't your color." Then a loud cackle made it's way through the air - Lorilynn just couldn't contain it any longer! He looked absolutely ridiculous!

As the student’s paired off emerging themselves into their own art work the room begun to fill up with laughter, chattering, and some friendly taunting. Chuck’s lingering gaze brought a familiar rosy color to Emma’s face. Finding it impossible to keep eye contact without her face turning the shade of a tomato Emma averted her gaze toward the floor, her deep brown eyes focusing on a small chunk of white…fur? that’d fallen from Chuck’s clothing. “You dropped something.” Picking up the white fluff ball Emma chuckled setting it softly upon Chuck’s shoulder, before following his lead turning her full attention toward attempting to produce something worthy of being displayed upon a wall in Valevay.




Biting at her bottom lip Emma took a small step back to admire her work – which had the artist flair that of a 6 year old at best. Searching through her paint colors she plucked out the darkest shade red she could find. Dipping in the paintbrush she carefully painted a bandanna on her depiction of Chuck, hoping to rectify the curly brown afro she’d accidently given him. “Oh! That’s much better!” She exclaimed happily to herself wondering if there was anything else she could possibly add.

“Oh! No please let me have the pleasure of drawing you first!” Lena exclaimed as a fantastic idea popped into her head. A devious smirk was ever present on her glossy lips as she made quick work of her painting. Sure, Miss Goshe did make it perfectly clear that clothing was NOT an option…however she had failed to specify that the garments had to indeed be on their partners. Looking Chepe up and down one last time Lena chuckled to herself. Those yellow pants were absolutely ridiculous, but alas they’d have to make an appearance in her masterpiece. . .




Nonchalantly tossing her paintbrush onto the table Lena stepped aside so that Chepe could take a look at her artwork. “So, Whatcha’ think?”

First impressions left the Aussie with little to no hope that her and Mina –as the blonde liked to be referred to- could be anything aside from classmates. There was a holier than thou pristine air surrounding her, from her perfectly manicured appearance down to her audacious way of speaking. Not even having the decency to look Olivia’s way as if she was a nuisance or simple just a waste of her time. Hopefully it was all in her head and Mina would surprise her … it would be nice to have another friend to talk to. Finding a suitable paintbrush Olivia claimed a spot on the wall near one of the Stills and his partner, and started to outline Mina's shiny ponytail.




Finishing had taken a bit longer than expected since Olivia had been putting forth the effort to actually paint Mina to the best of her abilities. Not that her artistic skills were anything outstanding Olivia felt that it had come out rather well.

Art wasn't definitely not his forte, that was for sure. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try his hardest! Everyone in his family knew that Keith was their best artist, capable of making extravagant masterpieces with his skillful hands. Chuck... not so much. Compared to some of the other students, he was pretty bad. But he was also stubborn enough to push through it. So, with as much effort as possible, he painted Emma as best as he could. Being as careful as possible, his brush strokes were slow and as steady as possible. In the end, the petite brunette looked like a cartoon character - much to his dismay - but it was probably the best 'art' he had ever done.

He was actually kind of happy that it didn't turn out as terrible as he'd thought it would. And he was even a little proud that, despite being simple and roundish, at least people would be able to tell who it was. Just then, he noticed a tuft of white fur on his shoulder. "Huh? Where'd that come from?" He asked, blowing it off of his shoulder.

Talen

Briskly, Talen walked away from the art class, it wasn't like he was required to pass this class. He frowned at the thought of art class.. Humph...How pathetic. Art was a waste of time. Thousands of the school dollars wasted on masses of ignorant sheep who wishes to play creator. The idea of making items pleasing to the eyes always confounds him. If he wanted to have a record of something that is visual, he could just take a picture. And then there was modern art...Absolutely useless....

But then again there might be something in art that manipulate the common idiot....

That would explain why people buy Apple computers, They were not, program wise superior to Window. In fact in terms of programing and power, they were way inferior....But Apple computers are so popular!

Is art a form of brain washing?

So....if he learns art would that mean he could potentially....rule the world? His mind races at the possibility of using art to make his own private army.....Well, actually that would probably be annoying to do, he never did liked people...Though...he was sort of intrigued at the prospect of brainwashing...perhaps he could just try to go to this one class, even though it was the middle of class, he could use the excuse of being lost.

He walked over to the room seeing that the class have paired off apparently painting each other...How truly annoying..He was not going to learn how to brainwash with art, if he had to paint the ignoramus that surrounded the room...He could just leave and no one would notice....BUT THEN!

He saw on the board that his name was not even on there!

Possibly because it was erased after noticing that him nor his partner was even there, Though the thought never crossed his mind.

Even though he didn't care for the class...this was an insult, a big one! How dare anyone forget about his name! He felt indignant! He would not leave this room now that he has been insulted like that! With that he promptly wrote his name on the board...

Chepe laughed as he agreed to let Lena paint her own picture first. He knew it was bound to be a very creative one, how could it not be? Looking over the paints he would need, as Lena drew, he quickly made his selections and poured each one into a paint tray that was in their area of the room. When lena asked Chepe for his comment on the picture, he blinked, surprised. Then he shook his head, laughing, closing his eyes tightly.

He loved it....She had managed to not break the teacher's rules..his pants WERE still in the picture after all-they were just in a different..location-than the teacher had intended. And at least..Lena had covered any objectionable parts. But then that brought another thought to mind, that caused a slight embarrassed blush to warm his cheeks very lightly. Was she implying he didn't wear underwear so needed to cover up?

He dipped his paint brush to begin his own painting.






Miss Goshe walked among the students, smiling at the creative and interesting pictures that were taking shape on the many areas of the wall...and just as she had asked they were all life sized images. Pushing her soft brown hair back out of her face, her eyes sparkled. She was loving the artwork. She complimented each student who's pictures had been completed. at the picture that lena had done of Chepe...she stopped..and looked at the picture with no expression change. Slowly miss Goshe turned and looked at Lena, her expression becoming very odd indeed. She pressed her lips together, as a tiny twitch began in the corners of her mouth, and she started giggling, before breaking out in a full laugh.

A few touch ups and signature later Emma was finally satisfied with her stick figure masterpiece of Chuck Wilder. Though it wasn’t much to look at Miss Goshe’s small praise on her art work was much appreciated. As the art instructor moved on continuing her rounds about the classroom Emma took a moment to peek at Chuck’s illustration of her. Leaning slightly against his broad muscular back –slightly on her tippy toes- Emma peeked over his shoulder and around his wild curls to get a look at his portrait of her.

It was unexpectedly……cute!
The pink paint depicting the ever present blush that normally stained her face along with the cartoon-ish style he’d approached with his drawing brought a smile to Emma’s lips. “Tsk, not artistic huh? It’s really good. Much better than what I came up with!” With a small step Emma stood beside Chuck tilting her head a tad as she studied the two pictures for a moment. Glancing from his artwork to her own -which was a few inches to the right of his- and back, a smirked slowly formed at the corners of her lips. She’d noticed that Chuck’s drawing –deliberately or not- had been looking towards the right which just happened to be in the direction of her own drawing. “Oh…now what do we have here?” Piercing her lips together she turned fully to face Chuck, her tone lighthearted and playful as she asked, “ Did you purposely draw your Emma checking out my Chuck?”

At Emma's unexpected praise, his felt his cheeks heat up a little. Scuffing the floor in slight embarrassment with the toe of his sneaker, his sheepishly admitted, "It's the best art work I've ever done. I was trying my hardest to make it look good because I wanted you to like it." So what if he wasn't all that great in school before? Now that he had Emma, he had a reason to do his best and he was stubborn enough to stick to it no matter how hard it might become.

When she pointed out that his picture of Emma seemed like she was checking out her picture of himself, Chuck straightened up and grinned widely. "Oh, you like that? Yeah, I did purposely make my Emma check out your Chuck." He laughed, motioning to the two pictures, "Admit it, they look good together." The short statured bassist hadn't missed how she referred to the painting of him as 'her' Chuck, and that thought was enough to keep him in a good mood no matter what academic challenges came along. Because he knew that he had Emma on his side, he was sure he'd get through it. That would finally prove to John that he wasn't some idiot that solved problems with his fists all the time.

But that wasn't his only goal in life. Chuck genuinely liked Emma and he wanted to make her happy. She was a sweet, beautiful, intelligent girl that looked past those stupid rumors about his family. Despite all the stories, all the gossip floating around, she still wanted to get to know the real him. Emma gave him a chance. And for that, he wanted to prove that he could be the kind of guy she could depend on for anything. Even if it took years, he wanted to be able to show people that he was more than just some wild troublemaker. He was willing to fight for that. And he was willing to fight for Emma.

Because she was worth it.

This teacher is nuts! ~ Lena mentally declared as Miss Goshe burst out in laughter at the mischievous redhead’s creative artwork. Brows raised Lena watched unsure what to anticipate next from their art instructor. Valevay teacher were strange…than again Ms. Kaufman was an odd ball as well. A chuckle escaped Lena’s glossy lips as she reminisced over her old vibrant MVB teacher. “You’ve got good taste in Art, Miss Goshe.” She said taking her laughter as a compliment. “By the way, heads up! Looks like you’ve got a new victim!” Tilting her curly red head towards the front of the classroom Lena pointed the teacher’s attention in the direction of the boy who slipped in extremely late and partner-less.

Did Chuck Wilder just blush? And just when Emma thought that curly haired charmer couldn’t get any cuter, he surprises her. Whatever was in those Wilder genes it was certainly working for him! Smiling Emma held back from pointing out the faint color in her partners cheeks. Instead she assured him that she did indeed like his painting of her.

"Admit it, they look good together!"

At Chuck’s words Emma took a step back, head tilted with a finger tapping at her chin thoughtfully she looked at the two portraits slightly piercing her lips. “Hmmm….” Their art styles were completely different but she knew that Chuck hadn’t really been referring to the drawing when he made his comment – BUT she wasn’t going to admit that! “I think she is just too adorable for him,” Emma concluded playfully, dropping her hand from her face while approaching the wall, “and he is just so scrawny! Look at the frail little body!” Laughing she pointed at the stick figure’s chest. It was a mere toothpick compared to its model.

Emma had never laughed this much during class before. Not that she had ever been bored –so to speak- just never got this kind of enjoyment out of it with any of her previous classmates. Aside from her brother she didn’t socialize much with others, and in return they didn’t approach her as well. Speaking of her brother Emma took a peek across the room in Kyren’s direction to see how her brother was fairing. As expected his portrait of his partner was well executed. One of -if not best paintings thus far, at least in Emma’s mind it had been.

Miss Goshe smiled at Lena, saying, "very creative thinking, I like students who show individuality. When the redheaded girl directed her attention to the boy at the front of the room, she said thank you and turning, she made her way quickly to where he stood. The teacher's eyes sparkled as she called out to the boy. "hello! I thought the whole class was here already. And your name is?" she smiled widely and called Lissa over, who slunk nervously over, her posture showing she was nervous at this being called over to this strange boy, her own home problems making her more nervous than she would have otherwise been. Miss Goshe dropped a bomb on the poor girl, saying, "I am going to pair you with him for the class, since there are now an uneven number of students. She quickly explained the class for the day and directed them to the paints and an empty spot on the wall.

on the way back around the room, Miss Goshe took note of all the paintings and the hard work of the students, finding something to compliment each one on. She was overall pleased with the work done, and even Miss Emma Still's stick figure picture got a chuckle from the teacher, as well as a compliment. The teacher ended up back at her desk..and saw that Lissa was still standing with a deer in the headlights look.

Lissa was shocked at the sudden change in her partner..she trusted the teacher, but this boy did not look trustworthy. she smoothed her long sleeves over her bruised and sore arms, making sure no one could see the marks. She could imagine how her back..and legs looked still, in her mind and what would happen if anyone would ever see. She would end up dead, that's what, so she kept her eyes bravely on the faces of her teacher and the boy, shaking slightly...that was all right, she could always say it was because she was chilly, but in reality she was sweating in the heat.a thick long sleeved t-shirt and jeans were never good to wear when it was summertime. Smoothing one hand over her shoulder, she gave the brown haired boy a small smile. "My name is Lissa" she said softly. Lissa's blue heair fell in her face, but she wasn't tempted in the least to try brushing it back. She felt jumpy but with extreme willpower she was able to stay in place.

The quiet girl looked curiously at the boy, wondering who he was...he looked somewhat like her own father, possibly why she was so afraid. She knew it was completely out there but she couldn't help but see him, as she had seen her dad that morning after everyone had left for the day....the rough way he had grabbed her..the following beating....and the rest of the horrors he had put her through.

Her body was bruised and she was aching in places she didn't know she possessed. Lissa desperately hoped her younger, hotheaded sister Isi would never have to go through what she herself was. Lissa was afraid to go home at night and even more afraid to go to sleep..She slept fully clothed and with one eye open. She knew her mom would never believe it of her dad.

Lissa had once, when she had been 4 years old, been tearfully telling her mom that daddy had beaten her and showed her the large ugly bruise spreading across her back. her mom had just said she must have fallen and only put cream on it to help the bruise heal. As Lissa grew older, the beatings got progressively worse, eventually adding more torture and humiliation to the already unbearable life she had to live. She lived in constant fear that someone would find out her horrible and embarrassing background...not even her best friend Riza had any clue about how she'd been living the entire time she'd known her.

jerking her attention back to the classroom and the boy, her eyes refocused and she slowly eased her trembling, shaky body.

In a rare moment of sweetness, Mina looked at the picture...and said "It's very pretty," quite abruptly as she quickly began her own painting of her partner. Mina was a perfectionist who didn't do anything unless she could do it perfectly and painting was no exception. Modesty was NOT in this girl's vocabulary and she had a large smile on her face as she painted a beautiful picture of her partner. She thought of adding a few extras to the picture, but chose to stick with the girl's actual look.

Remembering a park her mother once took her and her sister to...they had both hated it...she painted a beautiful white wooden park swing, surrounded by white and blue flowers, under a large tree, before she added the final part of the picture and soon she had Olivia perched on the swing, barefoot, with her toes in the grass underneath her, the picture being very close to perfect. Mina was unhappy with how it turned out and was thinking of completely redoing the painting until she had it 100% perfect.

Setting the paintbrushes down in the paint tray, she stepped back, to see if the small flaws were noticeable by anyone.she decided the hair color was all wrong, though it matched the living girl's hair almost exactly. but Mina wanted perfection. She ran her perfectly manicured hand through her long, silky blonde pontytail and squinted at it from all angles. She looked over at olivia. "I hope you like it..It doesn't look like I'm going to be able to get it any better."

Caught off-guard like never before, the hulking Korean stared as he felt the smooth, wet pinkness drying on his face. How--how did someone have the idiocy to mess with him in this way? Standing stupefied only for moments, he sent his instantaneous plan of revenge into action--soaking the bristles of his brush quickly into the neon green nearby as Lorilynn was bursting with laughter, he swiped two devilishly pointed eyebrows onto his partner only to accentuate it with a large green blotch on the nose. That would show her what it meant to toy with him, and to laugh about it!
"What was that, little alien?" He nearly forgot the painted facial hair existed on his own visage with the trademark smirk of swift, sweet retribution plastered on as well. Unfortunately the discomfort of the air-drying temporary paint--it was temporary, right?--would not allow for that, and he was convinced there was something missing from his revenge. Dissatisfied,he tacked whiskers onto the pale girl's face for good measure.

The cold, gooey paint wasn’t enough to cool down Lorilynn’s very hot face. Her cheeks were pink, much like the same color she’d painted with on Ah-Gyul’s face. “A-Alien!?” She managed to choke out. Dashing to her bag underneath the table, she fumbled to retrieve her pocket mirror. When she got a good look at herself, she wanted to scream, loud enough to crack the windows, but held it in. Placing the mirror back into her bag, Lorilynn walked back over to her partner, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Alright, Picasso. You think you’re so fancy, huh?” Grabbing one of the larger brushes, Lorilynn jammed it into the black paint. A monocle would look very dapper on a man of his caliber, she was sure of it. Reaching for his face once more, Lorilynn was going to paint that bad boy right over his left eye.

Rebecca turned to look at Gadiel's portrayal of herself again. "Can't make me look perfect huh? Is that a can't or won't?" she teased. Does he really see me as a carrot-top? She mulled it over and supposed she might have a bit of the attitude of a redhead. Especially if it was like the actually cool Disney princess and redhead--Merida. 

Out of the corner of her eye, sudden movement struck her fancy. One pair of people had paint all over their faces and she wanted to help--this was much better than painting a sucky portrait on a wall. Snatching a brush off a nearby table, she dipped it into a can of deep purple. "Attaaaaack!" she cried out dramatically, racing to help her white-haired, green-faced buddy with painting her partner.

Two girls moving toward him with paintbrushes in hand, and all Ah-Gyul could do was swing out his arm in instinctive defense. Despite his physical training, in this instance his balance and aim was thrown off by the second, extremely unexpected attack, and soon neon green was smeared across the chests of his two assailants. Shocked at his own reaction, the brunet would have apologized except that they had brought it upon themselves... And apologies were not his thing in most cases anyway. He didn't really mask his surprise. He did take a step aside, however not out of fear-- the boy rathered that his own clothes not get ruined with the same paint in revenge. "Ah."

(OOC: Speaking of which, painting a monocle on a guy wearing glasses still/already? Lol, did you mean to do that?)

A long exasperated gasp escaped the ivory haired teen’s mouth as she looked down at her smock. It wasn’t too terrible, but she could see a few splotches of neon green on her purple dress. Grabbing one of the large container, Lorilynn splashed the black on her Korean target. She noticed, however, one gentleman with hair color much like her own, was hit with some paint, alongside Miss Lena. Immediately dropping the paint bucket, Lorilynn let out a small gasp and covered her mouth.

What was she to say? ‘Oh, sorry? I just engaged in a childish paint war with my partner who ticked me off, and while trying to douse him in black paint, I hit you in the processes’? Um, no. That made her look…. Well, childish! “I never meant to hit you, I’m so sorry,” she murmured quietly into her hands.

A small unannounced splatter of black paint had graced the shoulder and left cheek of a very unexpected Cholena, who’d been in the middle of admiring Chepe’s work of art. Mouth unattractively wide open in utter shock, she slowly turned to see who in their right mind would even consider flinging paint on her. About midway through the ominous turn Lena’s cerulean blue eyes landed on the culprit! Nearly covered head to toe in said paint he was caught red handed….well technically black handed! “KYREN! Really? Really!?” She cried pointing at the rather tiny splatter of paint on her newly designed top. Oblivious to what had actually happened Lena was already plotting Kyren’s funeral . . .

Kyren couldn't say he was doing much at this point, unless one counted literally watching paint dry. If his working partner had thought to strike up another pointless attempt at conversation, he wasn't aware. He didn't focus on the complete picture, but the individual brush strokes, and somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a small warning that his staring could be misconstrued. Before he could decide to either ignore the possibility or shift his attention to something else, the impact of something wet and none too pleasant a temperature landed on his neck and right shoulder. His right hand instinctively clasped over the spot that was bare mere seconds before, and confirmed his suspicion that the substance was indeed paint.

"Black," he mumbled, as he stared at his hand, not sure he understood why he was being targeted, but briefly noted with relief that at least it was a color he didn't hate. His contemplation was short-lived as he heard an indignant cry from his right. Flustered because of the injustice of the accusation, he spluttered, "E-Excuse me?! Why do you think I did it?" He continued on incredulously, "Do you really think I would risk my life to get a dot of paint on your clothes?" His voice had risen uncomfortably, so he settled down a little but leveled the redhead with his typical unimpressed glare.

Chepe shook his head, having seen the real culprit with the black paint. he didn't say a word except to say quietly kyren wasn't the culprit that he'd seen it. He tried not to laugh and slipped away from Lena's side, picking up a small cup of purple paint. He knew nobody would really notice since he wasn't really involved in the paint thing yet...but he knew he was about to get right in the middle of it. He was fully expecting retaliation, and he knew it was going to be bad.

Slipping behind Lori, and looking over her head at Lena and kyren, he grinned, tipping the cup on its side, pouring the full cup of paint over lori's head, watching it run down her hair and onto her clothing, small splatters hitting the floor. He grinned, just knowing she was going to hate him forever for it. he tried to put a serious face on, but failed and started laughing, knowing he was going to really be retaliated against and probably fast too.

Oh the audacity of this little graying criminal! Getting even the slightest amount of paint on any of her newly designed masterpieces was definitely crime punishable by death in Lena's book! Yet this culprit decided to take it a step further by adding fuel to the fire with his pugnacious attitude and unwavering glare. The NERVE!  

"Do you really think I would risk my life to get a dot of paint on your clothes?"

"Uuh...Yeah! Actually I do!"  Lena quickly responded not giving his innocence a second thought. Due to their very long and mostly untrusting history with each other he was definitely the first and only person she would consider of all their classmates to commit such an act! Well aside from Chuck that is............and at that moment the object of his attention seemed to be the paint stained boy's sweet and innocent little sister!

Quickly snatching up the largest paintbrush at her station, Cholena unceremoniously dunked it into the bucket of paint which she'd used to create Chepe's pants in her mural. Snapping her head back in Kyren's direction her unruly curls bounced upon her shoulders smearing in the dark splatter of paint - not that she noticed, her full attention now on her victim.  "Kyren I've been dying to put a little color in your wardrobe for years!" Unaware of her partner's sudden absence Lena continued her attack flicking a wad a yellow paint in Kyren's direction. However the sudden outburst of the nearby group startled Lena causing her attack to completely miss it's target instead hitting Kyren's innocent partner square in the face.

Gasp! Holy S**T  Lena stopped dead in her tracks absolutely speechless, the mustard color paint slowly dripping from the bristles of the brush still in her hand.

lizzie was watching the seemingly unprovoked attack on her painting partner...who seemed to be a real crabby mess, when suddenly the redhaired girl near them screamed about a tiny black dot, which she couldnt even see on her clothes. she was very glad not to be on his bad side at his angry retort to the girl who was obviously pissed...

when the girl quickly grabbed what looked to be the biggest brush in the room and jumped toward him, she backed up sharply, but she wasn't quick enough to avoid the huge dripping yellow paint bomb as it connected. she let out a scream and wiping the paint from her as best she could, she ignored the screams coming from nearby and grabbed a ghastly muddy orange color.. what it had been used to paint she had no clue and didnt care.

She took a deep breath and advancing, Lizzie pitched all the paint in the bucket directly at lena, the distraction nearby and the momentary attention lapse giving her all the time she needed as she watched the paint cascade over the girl.

A cold, thick, gooey substance made its way down Lorilynn’s head, her face and onto her clothing. Her  eyes were closed, shoulders tense as she was not expecting the substance to travel down her body. The ivory haired teen wiped her hands across her face and opened her eyes, which were not fixated on her partner, but her now trembling purple stained hands. She gasped lightly, eyes wide open, still taking in what had just happened to her. Her breathing deepened until it has heavy erratic huffing and puffing until finally, a high-pitched scream escaped the mouth of the white haired - I’m sorry, that would be purple haired now - girl.

Behind her, she could hear a distinct laugh so she spun around to catch the perpetrator in the act. There he was, standing tall and proud as if he had just done the best thing for mankind possible. Had he no shame? No guilt? Chepe… she growled inwardly. Lorilynn gritted her teeth and balled her shaking fists as her face became as red as the paint at her station. “Y-you… You… You imbecilic! Do you know what you’ve done!? You got paint ALL over me!” she cried.

She ought to take that canvas and bash it over her his head if she could! Grabbing the cup of green paint that her partner used to create her in to his precious “alien”, she chucked it right at Chepe’s head, ready to pick up two more cups of paint. “I’m gonna kill you! Get over here!” she yelled, ready to make her attacker black and blue - quite literally!