rakuen | Monday: Art class

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Monday: Art class

Characters: Roxie Richter, any and all Fortitude students
Format: Any
This log is: open
Location: Art class
Summary: ART CLASS. Tag Roxie, or thread around amongst yourselves.
Warnings: art class

Being told she was supposed to teach art hadn't bothered Roxie. She didn't have a teaching license or anything, but whatever -- she knew art, she could teach art. She had better things to do, but she might as well help enrich the next generation's minds while she was at it. Or something.

Or so she thought until she sat down on Sunday night to come up with a lesson plan and found that she had no idea what she was doing.

Anyone coming into the art classroom on Monday morning will find Roxie sitting grumpily behind a desk. On the whiteboard behind her, she's scrawled the words, "DRAW SOMETHING."

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Lelouch came in, and set his bag down on the desk. He raised a bit of an eyebrow at the instructions on the board, but so be it. He retrieved some supplies from the storage areas scattered about the room, and got his work area organized.

Roxie looked up when the first student arrived. "Hey," she said. Might as well get to know them; who knew how long they were all going to be stuck here?

"Hello," he answered. "Taking it easy from the beginning?" he asked mildly. Not that he was complaining, really. He could take things easy and make some raks.

"Sure, that." She didn't really want to admit that she had no clue what to do. With luck, she'd be able to get that memory back pretty quickly.

"And you are?" He leaned on his desk for a moment, since she was open to conversation.

"Roxie," she says, before remembering that, well, she's a teacher. "Miss Richter to you, I guess. What about you? I guess I should be taking roll."

"I'm Lelouch, Miss Richter," he gave her his most pleasant smile. He supposed it would be convenient to portray himself as a certain kind of student.

What kind of name was that? She looked skeptical. "Great. Well, go ahead and get started."

Shion entered the classroom cautiously and looked around. There was only one student there so far and Shion went to sit next to him. He was completely lost at what to do, he had never been to an art class before, art, like literature was all but banned in No. 6.

He watched the other student with interest.

Lelouch got his supplies organized. He decided he was going to start simple, so he only had sketching pencils and some related supplies. He didn't really have much of a plan. But he was going to at least look occupied for the class period.

So he set to doing some basic guidelines for a person.

Shion had absolutely no idea what to do, he went to find some pencils like the boy next to him had and sat down again.

He stared at the blank piece of paper and then at what the boy was drawing. He grinned at him, "What are you drawing?"

What even counted as art anyways?

"A person," he replied. He hadn't quite decided on the particulars yet. "Yourself?" He glanced over, but saw blankness on the other boy's paper.

"Oh." He guessed he could draw a person... it couldn't be that hard, he saw people all the time...

"I'm not sure, I've never drawn before." It couldn't be too difficult though, just lines and shapes on paper, same as writing.

Dave slipped into the classroom. He doesn't actually know why he's doing this. This was a stupid idea.

He knew he wasn't actually that great of an artist. He only did those comics for ironic purposes. But he found that he did want to improve at the very least. Hah, expressing himself. What bullcrap.

Dave just sat down and stared at the whiteboard. Oh boy, that sure is helpful.

Roxie looked up, and when she noticed one of the students was staring, she stared right back.

Dave just stares at Roxie. Actually, it's probably impossible to tell where Dave is actually staring at with the sunglasses. But his head is turned towards her, so hopefully he's not just messing with her. He isn't.

He finally raises his hand. Hey, look. He's being a good student and waiting to be called on. Mostly because he's hoping she'll approach him because he can't exactly shout.

"Yeah?" she says when he puts his hand up. "What is it?"

She really, really hopes he doesn't ask any pushy questions like "What do I draw" or "How do I draw" or "Do you even know what you're doing".

Oh god damn it...

He grabs the closest piece of scrap paper and writes on it, holding it up to her. It's rather simple. All the paper says is 'Tips?' on it. He isn't even asking how to draw or anything. Just pointers.

Oh, great. A kid who can't talk. She sighs.

"Uh... use a pencil," she suggests. "You have one of those, right? Or there's some paint over on those shelves." She gestures to the side of the room.

Dave uses all his willpower to not smack his face against the table. This class is so bullshit already.

How stupid of him. Of course he needs a pencil to draw. Forget the fact he also needed the pencil to write Tips on this sheet of paper. He glances at the paint though. Maybe he could go finger painting all up in dis shit.

God that sounds so kindergarten.

She takes it as a good sign that he's not writing another question. Good. She's not such a bad teacher.

"Have fun." And she opens up a book and starts reading.

Well. He attempts this drawing shit and probably like ten minutes in he flings his pencil across the room.

Way to be a problem child, Dave.

Roxie lets out a small growl and looks back up at Dave.

"Something the matter?"

Becca walked into the class and looked at the board. She promptly flopped into a chair in the very back, and tried not to cry. Drawing was her passion, and her memory of how had been stripped from her. Even trying gave her a roaring headache. No way was she putting herself through that just for class.

It had been at least half an hour and Shion was coming on with his drawing. Or rather there were lines on the page, they were not good though. It was meant to be a person, he'd gotten the idea from the boy who had sat beside him. Specifically it was meant to be Nezumi but looking at the drawing you could only really tell it was supposed to be human.

He would need a lot more practice. The teacher didn't seem that interested in teaching the class or didn't know how to teach so Shion was a little stuck. He looked around and saw Becca sat at the back. He got up and went over to sit next to her, because she looked upset.

"Hello Becca!"

She looked away from him, over at the wall. She didn't want him to see the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hi, Shion," she answered, her voice giving away that she'd been crying. "How's your drawing coming?" she asked, not wanting to look over at it herself.

Shion reached out to touch her shoulder, "What's wrong Becca?" Because it was obvious she was crying.

Becca flinched away from the touch on instinct, but she couldn't get very far given the way they were sitting. The warning penalty tore through Becca's head and she yelped in pain, scooting further away from him to break the contact.

"Don't touch me!"

The lead on his pencil breaks. He pressed down too hard, but it wasn't on purpose. He felt his head throb. It was faint, and it didn't even really bother him too much.

He casually got to his feet and made his way over to Shion and Becca though. His expression was unreadable as ever and he taps Shion's shoulder before folding his arms and glancing at Becca. At least, it looks like he glanced at her. Who knows. Honestly, he didn't even know why she was freaking out, since Shion didn't seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary. But hey, if it'll get his Weapon to stop freaking out, he'll deal.

The pain hit Shion the same time as it did Becca and he clutched his head. "I'm sorry!" He vaguely remembered something about not being allowed to touch other people's weapons, in the handbook.

When he looked up at the touch on his shoulder he paled a bit at the kid with sunglasses, who even though was a few years younger than Shion, looked angry.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to hurt her!"

Becca whimpered and wrapped her arms around herself. She had more of a headache now, but that was because she was trying to remember why she was so touchy about being touched. It had something to do with the scars on her arms, but she couldn't for the life of her remember how she'd gotten them. She looked up at Dave and forced a smile, even though it was painfully obvious she wasn't feeling it.

"I'm okay... I'm okay..."

He waved his hand in a dismissive manner at Shion. He didn't think the other was trying to hurt Becca. He seemed like a legit guy. He dug around his pocket until he extracted his PDA, quickly typing into it and showed the screen to him.

didnt think you did
just thought we should ease into some air time since touching is a no go
you know like air hugs and pats
im sure the air around her will appreciate it
and she would greatly appreciate it to
think touching is a touchy subject for her???

He didn't know why thought. Dave looked back at her before folding his arms again. He didn't look convinced yet that she was just okay.

Shion was a bit worried at the lack of talking but he read the PDA, realising that maybe Dave couldn't talk. He nodded slowly, he hadn't even thought of that, that someone might be uncomfortable with even friendly gestures that involved touching. Also that it had caused her pain, because of the Warning Penalty. He felt guilty for hurting her.

"I am sorry Becca, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just worried." He looked back at Dave, he was good to come to Becca's rescue, and Shion was glad she had found a friend already.

Becca nodded weakly, grateful that Dave had come over to take attention off of her. She fidgeted nervously, still weakly trying to smile. "I'm okay, really. I just... I don't like being touched," she explained evasively. "It's all cool now, you're not touching me any more, everything's happy."

He gave Becca a thumbs up before going back to PDA.

how about we get back to this drawing shit???
since the teacher isnt really teaching
i think we could have some shitty draw off or something
assuming neither of you are not secretly master drawers
i bet you guys are but whatever
drawing with people
thats a thing right???
people do that

Because Dave honestly never did this with people before. He always kind of had his own agenda. And he couldn't really make his shitty, ironic comics with other people. Especially since they sometimes got...well they weren't usually school appropriate.

Shion read the PDA and then nodded, "I have never drawn before," he told the boy truthfully, "Art is banned where I come from so I definitely am no master drawer." Was that a thing people did? Shion had no idea, but if Becca and this boy were up to it so was he.

"I'm Shion by the way."

"I'm an amazing artist...and that's one of the memories they took from me... If I touch the paper I'm gonna get a hideous headache," Becca sighed, putting her head down on the desk. "So you two draw... I'll take a nap or something."

dave

Gosh. All this Debbie Downer bullshit was going to piss him off one day. But, he's already seen that anything physical would freak her out. How do you kindly tell someone to suck it up? Probably will just shrug it off and head back to his seat so he can stare at blank paper again.

i draw a lot
but i guess ironic internet comics
means that being a good artist doesnt really apply

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