Pure Shores (Open)

[Sophie Sinclair]

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[/color][/size]t wasn't a particularly busy day in the art department. This wasn't exactly unexpected though, in Sophie's opinion anyway. But she'd expect at least a few students to show up, maybe just in interest?

Either way, the brunette remained perched outside the door, smiling nervously at passerby and getting just a little too excited when someone returned it. After several minutes of this however, and a bell ringing overhead, Sophia reluctantly headed back into her room and, making sure the door was securely open, walked a few paces to the chalkboard.

Written neatly were the words "Welcome!" and below that, in cursive, "Miss Sinclair". Reaching up, Sophie smudged out the "i" 's dots and replaced them with hearts, before then erasing those and attempting to make them neater. Pursing her lips, the brunette gave up and set the chalk down, letting her "i" 's go undotted.

Near the back left corner of the room was a display of pencils and paints, among other utensils. Sophie had made especially sure to make everything as visible as possible for the students, so they were never disgruntled when trying to find supplies. With careful movements, she aligned the stacks of construction paper accordingly, the tips of her fingers inching the top layer in one direction, looking at it, then moving it the other way.

With a shake of her head, Sophia clenched her fists and moved away, determined not to fret over every little thing that might have been out of order. So, after grabbing a sharply cut pencil, the woman strode towards her canvas stand where a large sheet of paper stood proudly. Furrowing her brows slightly, Sophie glanced around the room, spotting the empty chairs and obscenely neat furniture. Turning to look ahead of her again, she stared at the blank wall, and then proceeded to draw it.

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TAG: Anyone. <3
WORDCOUNT: 3 0 4
OUTFIT: CLICK
NOTES: Awkward post deserves someone epic.
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[Joel Dodgeson]

*Why Should I Worry?,
Why Should I care?
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Joel heard the bell over head ring, not that phased him. He still stood in his same spot, his back against the wall, bag slung over one shoulder. He watched the pupils hurry along to their next classes, worried they'd be marked absent. With a glance to the now empty hallway, Joel figured he might as well get a move on. With a push off the wall, he started his easiy stoll to his next class.

Joel has decided to take art, not that he really had a passion for it, but it seemed easy enough and if he failed, Well it's not like it'd make him feel stupid. He'd spent many hours on the streets of New York watching the street vendors draw pictures of tourists with their big heads. It must have been intresting to be an artist, to have some type of creative outlet.

As Joel arrived to his art class he saw the empty chairs and the woman at the head of the class working on a drawing. "Welcome" had be sprawled across the white board, there was a desk organized with paints, pencils and other things in the back left corner of the room. Joel dropped his bag down at the end of one of the tables located directly by the door, the bag made a clunk sound which echoed in the empty room. With a quick motion he pulled out a chair and proceeded to plop down into it as sloppily as his bag lay next to him.

Joels puppy dog brown eyes glanced around the empty room, then back up at the woman in the front. "So, Am I s'ppose to draw a fruit bowl or som'thin? He spoke, his new york accent showing more with each word.

*WORDS, 294*STATUS, Finished
*TAG, Joel, Sophie, Anyone
*OUTFIT, None
*CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
Billy Joel-Why Should I worry Lyrics

[Kida Nedal]

Kida rushed into the classroom, slightly out of breath and hating her self for it. Why she enrolled in art, she had no idea. She wasn't that good with a pencil. But there was something comforting in losing yourself in creativity. Kida was eager to lose herself...or rather the restless spirit inside her. She smiled apologetically at the teacher, Ms. Sinclair the board proclaimed. She sat down at the table ahead of an apathetic boy.

"Sorry I'm late." She muttered, letting her messenger bag fall to the floor. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at the board again. The i's were missing dots. She opened her mouth to point it out, then thought better of it. Art teachers were almost always either fretting or so absent-minded it didn't matter how many times you reminded them. She glanced to the neat stacks of supplies. So she was the fretting type. Great.

Kida glanced back at the boy. Apathy was written all over his features. One of those "I'm too cool to care" guys. She stared back up at the board, sighing inwardly. Maybe art class wasn't such a great idea afterall. Unfortunately, she was too stubborn to leave. She twirled a lock of white-blonde hair around her finger absent-mindedly, while waiting for the teacher to say something.

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[Sophie Sinclair]

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[/color][/size]ophie turned around quickly, eyes wide in surprise. There was..a student. Granted, a..kind of messy one. He looked a little bedraggled. He wasn't homeless was he? No, of course not, that's just rude to think. Was he lost? Sophie wasn't used to being a teacher, but did the.."bad boy" look really work with an art class?

"So, am I s'ppose to draw a fruit bowl or som'thin?

T[/color][/size]he heavy accent caught the woman off guard, but she masked this with a somewhat shaky smile. Setting down the pencil, she turned to face the boy fully, hands clasping in front of her.

"A[/color][/size]ctually, I was sort of hoping I could get to know some of you," she replied, one hand raising to nervously brush her hair behind an ear, "But if you'd like, I'm sure you can draw just a few things for me. I'm not too picky with the students."

"Sorry I'm late."

G[/color][/size]lancing up in surprise, the brunette watched as another student, this time a girl, hurried into the room before taking a seat. She was rather pretty, Sophia noticed, taking in her appearance. Was that hair natural? It was so white, but she'd never seen a bleach that..good. Shaking herself from her musings, the teacher opened her mouth to speak once more.

"O[/color][/size]h, I don't mind," she replied with a kind smile, "My name's Miss Sinclair, but I don't mind Sophie either." After an awkward pause, she brushed her hair behind her ear again. "Uhm, I'm..Lady, I guess is what I mean. The Dog." Now that just sounded awful. "I mean, the character." Still awkward.

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WORDCOUNT: 2 6 1
OUTFIT: CLICK
NOTES: -cracking up- Oh Jesus, she makes things uncomfortable.
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[Kida Nedal]

Kida watched her art teacher stumble with a sort of amusement. She was both a fretter and absent-minded. She looked over her students as if they were on display. Maybe they were. Her eyes strayed on Kida's hair for a few moments too long. Kida sighed inwardly. No one would believe her hair was natural. Not many would believe she harbored the spirit of an ancient princess either.

"Kida." She replied without intro. "Short for Kidagakash, as in the Atlantian Princess." The name her tongue had stumbled over so many times now came easily. She kept twirling a lock of hair around her finger. She'd watched Lady and the Tramp before. Lady always seemed naive about the world around her. Based on the way Miss Sinclair (she never could call teachers by their first names, it made them so...unteacher-like) studied the grungy boy in the back, she stuck true to her spirit.

There was something about the awkwardness of Miss Sinclair that made Kida immediately fond of her. Even though she was older, she was slightly ignorant. Being an art teacher, Kida supposed that wasn't a bad trait. She would never be condescending. She would never lord her knowledge over you. Knowing that made you like her more almost on the spot. Kida leaned back in her chair, foregoing her usually erect posture she saved to impress most teachers. There was nothing gained in impressing Miss Sinclair.

[Joel Dodgeson]

*Why Should I Worry?,
Why Should I care?
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When Joel heard someone else enter the room he turned to look at the girl. The first thing that caught his eye was the pale blonde hair, he wondered if it was natural, or did she bleach it the way most girls did these days. When the girl took the seat infront of him he wasn't surprised, Why would a girl like that sit next to him. When he caught her glancing back at him, he blew a kiss to her.

Joel raised an eyebrow, quite amused by the teachers awkwardness. Joel couldn't remember a time in his life where he had felt awkward. Everything comes easy when you don't care what anyone else thinks. Joel let his mouth morph into an easy smirk. The teacher was very pretty, awkward or not"You can get to know me all you want" He said with an eyebrown raise, easily.

Joel jumped to his feet, letting his sunglasses slip over his eyes from his atop his head. His heavy boots clunked against the floor as he reached the table with the supplies, grabbing some papers, and a newly sharpened pencil. Joel didn't induldge himself in the conversation about which character possesed their souls, He thought it was awful embarassing that his was a dog that just like him couldn't really be loved by anyone. If it was going to embarass you, Don't talk about it that was his motto.

*WORDS, 246*STATUS, Finished
*TAG, Joel, Sophie, Anyone
*OUTFIT, None
*CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
Billy Joel-Why Should I worry Lyrics

[Kida Nedal]

Kida heard the boy and rolled her eyes. "If she even wants to." She muttered under her breath. He honestly thought he was cool flirting with the teacher? Could Miss Sinclair even handle flirting? She was awkward enough without the boy adding to it.

She was slightly curious about the boy, though she wouldn't have admitted to anyone. What was his spirit? She scanned her mind for all the disney characters she knew, minding not to forget the animals. She often did, which tended to make people angry. Was he Tramp? Oh God, she hoped not. That would just be disturbing. She would transfer immediately.

Kida grabbed a notebook from her messenger bag, careful to make sure her diary didn't slip out. She grabbed a pencil. She began doodling idly. This was art class afterall. Besides, the act of drawing helped keep her mind from the creepy idea that Mr. I Couldn't Care less in the back of the room could have an actual attachment to Ms. Sinclair.