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Post by Jacob Mitchell Harris on Oct 28, 2012 20:52:21 GMT -6
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 441 WORDS FOR ROWAAhhhh art class
November 3rd; 9AM DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Jake felt like complete shit the morning that they told him he had to start classes. He had been up late traveling there, and then being shown around quickly before being told to go to bed. Of course this was the first class he had today, and he had slight jetlag and he just wanted to go to sleep. He decided to be a good student right now though and actually go to class. As he was making his way there he got turned around or ended up in the wrong hallway and went the completely wrong way.
Jake looked around after the time for him to get into class had passed and everyone else was already in their classes or skipping. He spun around in a circle before sighing and walking in a random direction hoping he was going the right way. As he was walking down the hallway he saw a teacher look at him oddly before stopping him. “Are you lost? Where are you headed” they asked before Jake looked up at him. “I’m trying to go to art?” he said basically staging it as a question. He heard laughter and looked up at the teacher who could obviously tell he was lost. “You’re on the wrong side of the school, Go down this hall, take a right, and it will be the last classroom on the left” He directed Jake towards the right room.
By the time that he would get there, he knew that he would be well over ten minutes late. He was honestly thinking of just skipping it because he didn’t want to go in late. He hated having everyone’s attention on him since his ex, but honestly he knew he had to go. This was one of his favorite classes since he loved art and loved drawing things, hell he had drawn so many of his tattoos. It also helped that many of his friends tattooed and he was able to get them cheap and without his parents’ permission.
As he finally walked up to the door he took a deep breath before walking in and looking around. He saw only a few empty seats before walking over to one and quickly taking off his bag and sitting down. He took out a notebook and just began sketching a random drawing that he wasn’t sure what it was going to turn into yet. That’s how his work usually started. Random. He hated being given one thing to draw without being able to be influenced by other things, and he hoped that this class wasn’t going to be like others he had try taking.
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Post by Rowa Gene Blackburn on Oct 31, 2012 20:45:36 GMT -6
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 what it all comes down to i'm broke, but i'm happy. i'm poor, but i'm kind. i'm high, but i'm grounded. i'm drunk, but i'm sober. i'm sane, but i'm overwealmed. i'm lost, but i'm hopeful baby. OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: ricky |
WORDS: 552 "You're sketch should be light, free... it is an expression of yourself, and extention of your mind..." Rowa exclaimed, walking around the classroom. He leaned down next to one student. "Good, good! Your shading here beneath the tree should be just a touch darker here than there, to signify the angle with which the sun is shining upon it," he stated, smiling at the youth as he gently patted the young man's shoulder and moved on. "Think of your landscape as... a dream. Visualize it in your minds eye, only you know what this fantasy location looks like. But remember, detail is precise. The time of day portrayed by the angle of the sun, the season by what is located there. Are there migrating birds? Leaves on the trees? Grass in full bloom? Remember always that no one can see what you see without the attention to detail." By this time, he was back to the front of the room, looking around at the long desks where his students were seated.
He looked over at the door as it opened and admitted a student that he didn't recognize. A new student then. He offered a smile as the male moved towards one of the empty seats and pulled out a notebook and began to sketch. He moved towards the new male and leaned over him slowly, resting one hand on the desk beside of him carefully. "Welcome to the class. What are you working on?" he asked simply, offering a faint smile to the male, arching an eyebrow. He wasn't entirely sure what it was going to be at this point, but he was interested to see what it would turn in to. "Class is nearly over for today though, so when the bell rings, I would appreciate it if you would stay after and talk with me for a little?" he offered, watching him closely.
With that, he straightened up and moved back towards the front of the room, eyes scanning over the students with their heads bowed down over their sketchbooks. He leaned against his desk as he watched them for the next few minutes before the bell rang and he watched the students begin to pack up their things so that they could leave. "Alright, clean up your supplies and I will see you again next class period! For those of you who have scheduled sessions with me before then, remember to always, always -"
"Be on time!" the students chorused together.
Rowa grinned slightly and nodded "That's right. Guess I need to stop saying that, eh?" he asked simply, smiling at them as he watched them moving out of the classroom and he looked over towards the newest student. "Sorry we haven't been formally introduced. I don't think I got your name, but I assume you already know mine. I know it probably says on your schedule that I'm Mr. Blackburn, but I prefer it if people call me Rowa. I don't like being addressed so... formally," he stated, chuckling softly. "So what's your name?"
DATE: november 3rd
NOTES: none
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