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Day 3: Period 2: Art
Topic Started: Jan 8 2011, 06:57 PM (276 Views)
Sikura

Ice blue eyes skimmed a somewhat crumpled piece of paper then the number posted next to a door. Sikura leaned forward peering into the art room, hesitating a few more moments. It was clearly empty inside, but where else would an art class be held save the art room?

The door swung open easily, small unsure steps carried the girl into the room and to one of the many empty chairs. This particular one sat near one of the windowed doors, allowing it's inhabitant to see much of the fantastic scenery sprawling outside. Sikura adjusted her skirt before sitting down, folding her hands in her lap, idly picking at one of the band-aids covering the back of her hands. Sikura had several small wounds like these on her person including a few bruises on her face. They were somewhat recent, from before her move, but still sore and rather noticeable.

She had hoped they would heal before she started classes, as they would probably identify her as prey to any physical bullies, but it wasn't something new so she was certain she would be able to handle whatever she dealt with here as well.

Slowly, Sikura's icy orbs traced their way through the empty room to the windowed doors, staring off into the distance.
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Taiyou was completely lost looking for the art class he signed up for. He had been walking around in circles for what seemed like thirty minutes. Being that Taiyou forgot the room number was and was to lazy to ask someone for direction, made him continue on his path to nowhere. Making a pit stop at a drinking fountain, Taiyou was about to go up to the first person he saw and ask where his class was at. Looking around, Taiyou finally realized something, the hallway he was in was quiet and deserted. He continued to look around until he actually spotted a living soul. A young girl with short black hair entered into a room at the far end of the hall. Looking around, Taiyou knew he wouldn't be able to find anyone else, so he decided to head into that class room and ask anyone for direction.

As Taiyou entered into the classroom, he was surprised to see how empty it was. Save for the girl that just entered, the room was deserted. Looking around he found the young girl sitting next to one of the doors. Without a pause, Taiyou headed towards her direction. He pulled up a seat next to her and said "Hey you wouldn't happ-." Taiyou looked down at her arm hand and noticed multiple bandages wrapped on her arm. Taiyou paused for a second before he regained his composure to ask "Hey are you okay, what happened to your hands and arms?" A young girl with wounds on her hands and arms would make anyone ask the same question. "Do you need to go to the nurse or anything," Taiyou said, waiting for a response.
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Walking down the hall of the Auxiliary Building Chris searched for the art classroom, wondering why this school always made him feel different than anywhere else had done. It wasn't that he fitted in, but the mere fact that he could walk about the halls unnoticed, not having to look over his shoulder for prying eyes. This made him feel better at times, but paranoia made him think other wise, made people where just afraid to look at him. But it wasn't the same; he didn't have the same reeking smells of blood of him that he used to. He didn't have violent outburst and more, he just could quiet figure it out.

As he approached the art classroom he slowed his pace a bit, not want to enter the classroom to early, also he didn’t want the prying eye on him, he was still in a bit of pain from the night before and he didn’t want people asking questions, it was his business what he does during his free time. Even if people didn’t ask him the hundreds of questions he knew they were thinking them. Because he learned over the years most people were the same. They “Needed” to know what was happing and why.

Walking in through the classroom door, he studied the room looking for a seat at the back of the room, so that he could stay out of sight. Art wasn’t something he was brilliant at, just ok, but it let him relax and it helped him to further understand and study details that the world might have. Sighing he walks to the back left hand corner of the room and takes a seat and rests his head against the desk in front of him waiting for the teachers arrival.
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