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Post by Sakito on Sept 9, 2006 19:39:15 GMT -5
Sakito clasped at the cup of tea like he would traditionally with a Japanese Tea ceremony. Back when he was small, before his parents commit suicide, he was put into a shcool where he learned all the ancient Japanese traditions. "Domo Arigatou gozimasu." he nodded, being too caught up in the moment to realise that he wasn't in Japan anymore, and that Madame M probably didn't understand Japanese.
OOC: Means Thank you very much.
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Post by cameo on Sept 9, 2006 20:04:23 GMT -5
Cameo blinked, and nodded, understanding the sentiment if not the words. Suddenly she heard the bell go, and a clatter of noise and feet rushing towards the classroom, she sighed, yawned and stretched, putting her mug down, "Well, let the flood gates open."
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Post by Sakito on Sept 9, 2006 20:11:41 GMT -5
Sakito was suddenly pulled out of his small daydream, when he heard the bell ring. He groaned, and made his way over to his easel. "And I was gonna take a nice nap, too..." he whined.
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Post by cameo on Sept 10, 2006 12:03:51 GMT -5
Cameo laughed softly as the door opened and about twelve other students walked in, clutching slight damp sketch books and pencil cases. "Right," said Cameo, over the noise, "Please pick an easel, the model will be with us soon." she informed them. "Ooo?Who is it?" asked a vampiress, twisiting a strand of blonde hair around her finger, "Mr Vorte?" and all the other girls blushed and giggled. "What about you, Madam Meadows?" snickered one of the boys, as his friends knudged him. Cameo chose to ignore that common, she knew, from being a vampiress, and able to read their thoughts, that they had sick fantasies about her, but she did not care.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 10, 2006 12:12:02 GMT -5
Sakito his his face in his hands, trying not to think of either teachers in the buff. He got rather shy around the students. Especially when they made sexual comments of the sort. He was never entirely comfortable with anything sexual, seeing as he was raped at an early age and never got over it.
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Post by cameo on Sept 10, 2006 13:16:48 GMT -5
Cameo managed to quiten the class, "No, sorry to dissapoint everyone, it is not a member of staff, it is Ken." Agonised groans of dissapointment filled the classroom. Ken was atleast 60, human, and fat. Plus he seemed to enjoy it too much. "Oh, calm down everyone, the woman is posing next week. Besides, age and...imperfections are more interesting to draw." Cameo defended her choice of model calmly, as the man himself walked into the building.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 10, 2006 13:20:52 GMT -5
Sakito groaned along with the rest of the class. Ken was...creepy. It seemed whenever Sakito saw the man, he greased. No...Ken didn't sweat. He greased. It was Sakito's theory that McDonalds used that same grease to fry thier fries in. And thus completing the cycle.
"Yeah...but certain imperfections you just don't wanna draw...even if they're fun." Sakito shuddered.
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Post by cameo on Sept 10, 2006 13:24:21 GMT -5
Cameo's smile was slightly strained at her class' protest, "It is a skill-developing class." She heard the model himself knock at the art class door, and went to open it, calling over her shoulder, "Now I don't want anyone to 'attack' Ken in anyway, remember- just because his mortal, does not make him food!" Appreciative laughter greeted this statement, Cameo's students definately liked her.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 10, 2006 13:28:16 GMT -5
"But I'm hungry!" Protested one vampire wedged in the corner. There was only a foot between his easel and the wall. It seemed as if he didn't really think to move his easel. That or he was lazy.
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Post by cameo on Sept 10, 2006 16:24:16 GMT -5
Move your easel, Domanic, said Cameo in her head, try and do some work this lesson or I will have you dropped from this course.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 10, 2006 16:31:59 GMT -5
Dom promptly moved his easel forward, slightly struggling. Meanwhile Ken stripped nude, and took a pose for the class, smiling at some of the girls. As per ususal...he was greasing.
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Post by cameo on Sept 10, 2006 18:10:36 GMT -5
Even Cameo had to look away at first, oh, she was so glad she had overcome her bloodlust years ago! The thought of sucking his blood even made her pale golden skin crawl. "Right, sir, please pose on...that chair in the centre of the room." she instructed, gladly he obeyed, Cameo swore that he almost skipped as he went to do so.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 10, 2006 19:04:11 GMT -5
Sakito had a slight look of disgust on his face, clutching the peice of charcoal in his hands rather tightly. He wondered how he would get the image of Ken out of his head THIS time.
Soon the class quieted from thier whispering about...Ken, and started on thier life drawing. The flaws were in the hundreds...
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Post by cameo on Sept 10, 2006 19:26:37 GMT -5
Cameo sat on her desk, watching them draw for a time being, then stood up and began walking around looking over people's shoulders, what she saw tended to surprise her, which was why she loved teaching art so much, for not only did her classes draw what they saw in front of them, but also their emotions and personalities seemed to come out as well.
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Post by Sakito on Sept 10, 2006 19:29:27 GMT -5
Sakito always had a heavy use of charcoal. His drawings were always heavily and darkly shaded, giving them almost the look of a void, or of the object or person was out at night time.
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