Art Class: Fun or Bust

With the words telling the class that they would actually share and tell about there work...the red tank immediately eats his work and spits it, shooting the saliva infested paper inside a garbage bin he detected by his scent. No way would he show his work! Not a chance. His work had his teacher and brother in it...dating!!! Plus, Jabez is pretty sure it sucked so much he might ge called to the office by some degree of insult.... or something..??

But won't he get in trouble by doing such a rebel act? He refuses to show his work, even though the teacher just required the class to show their works in front of the class. He wasn't ready... but he still needs something to show....right..?

And with only a few minutes at hand, Jabez scribbles some lines and swirls with different types colors... and in his mind he knows what he'll say.

"It's abstract, like my life." He mutters softly, as he sighs deeply... wondering what his first art looked like, and then dismissing it immediately, as he takes out his PSP to play Tekken.

"Whelp... I'm done...so I can play!" He inserts the earphones he received from the witch and suddenly blushed furiously, realizing that the item is still in his possession. Jabez stands up confidently towards the witch to return her earphones... but with all the art materials making his nose all mixed up, he mistakenly grabbed the hand of the timid witch instead, realizing immediately of his mistake... he took a deep breath and made it seem like it was no mistake, even though he would only look like a jerk, not returning the item directly to its owner... O well.

He grabbed Sally's hand and places the earphones to her shaking hand. "Give this earphones to your seatmate and tell her I don't need it.........." And in the softest voice he releases a small 'thank you' and takes off, returning back to his seat.

Jiji then snapped back to reality,

"You're welcome" she said quietly to Rigner as she gave him a final pat on the shoulder before walking over to the art cabinet. She would then briskly pull out an item of white out marker from the little bin of white out right next to the little bin of pens before promptly placing the said white out before April next to her hand.

"There you go, everything is in the cabinet, remember." She gave a friendly wink before stepping back to her seat to pick up her prepared artwork. Unlike some teachers, she actually liked to do the projects she assigned her students with them. Though today, since it was one of those lesson talk ones instead of those extended days used to finish up longer projects, she did her work prior to today. Time was almost up and she decided she wanted to be the first to show her work, not only just to get the other students comfortable with showing theirs but also to give them a little more time and to get an idea what sort of thing they should be saying about their artwork when up before the class.

"Hello hello, time is almost up, and guess what? I made my own artwork too! Yeah, okay, so I cheated, I made this before schoooool" She said in a sarcastically playful tone of "alright, I admit, you got me" before taking a seat on top of her desk.

"And even though I'm ooooold and decrepiiiit to you, kiddies" She made a shivering gesture with her arms suggesting her "age" as exaggerated sarcasm once more.

"And because of that, I drew what my happy life is now instead of what I hope to be~" She then pulled out her painting from behind her desk and revealed a picture of a small Hunter child sitting down indian-style with a most happy laughing smile on his face and his arms raised up in joy.

"This," She paused, gesturing to her painting as she sat it up on her knee.

"is a painting of my li'l peshus little boy, Tyler. Yes, I know, you'd think 'oh, how embarrassiiiing, baby pictuuurrres'" She spoke in that light-hearted sarcastic tone again before laughing.

"But, he is my love and joy of life, obviously, and so is my subject in my painting, and thus why I title this painting 'My love and Joy'. Other than the color of his clothing of blue and bright colors like orange and red and a bit of yellow and dark green pants, I used a very light tint of shading overall and with a background of sky-blue and pink because the tint shading represents a soft gentle young feeling of babies, like my peshus li'l huggle bun here~, the gentle sky-blue represents how seeing him brings peace and calms my oooooooold soul" She said with an exaggerated highly expressive voice while placing a claw to her chest in dramatic effect.

"and the tint pink represents my passion for him, for I love him soooooo much~!" She then playfully hugged the painting as if she were hugging the real thing. She then gave off a warm-hearted sigh. She really did love her Tyler, and though you'd think most people would normally be too embarrassed to show off such pictures, except adults. Though Jiji looked very young for her age, you could almost mistake her for one of her own students because of how short and young she looked despite really being 25 years of age. But she didn't care, there was plenty of good reason why she was making her students show off their work. She wanted to teach them to not be embarrassed of their own work, she wanted them to learn from each other's imaginations, she wanted them to practice how to share their ideas with others when people should ask about their work, but most of all, she wanted them to learn to be proud of their work. In Jiji's case, she only giggled at the idea of when her Tyler would one day be at least 13-15 years older and be like 'mooooooooooooom' and blush madly when she'd show off her painting of him when he was two like she did now. Anyway, back to the present.

"I'd go into more detail such as why I chose to paint him in this pose and stuff, but, we're only talking about how we used the colors. So, there you go, that is my explanation! Let's see.... who's done..... um....." She glanced around, looking out for all the students who had already finished their paintings.

"Hmm.... April, is it? Why don't you come up?" She gave a warm smile before putting away her own painting.

MEANWHILE, Ray was running down the hallways, holding his breath for dear life. He was crazy enough to jump through a glass window into the back of the school where the playground was. And when he was sure no one was around, he let it go. He started coughing in a terrible frenzy, and funniest of all, he kept making this high-pitched squeaking sound like a rubber ducky. Ha ha. No wonder he didn't dare cough in class. And how he hated his own coughing. He hated the attention he got from the squeaker longed into his throat since he was a small small toddler. He wished he could get a throat surgery to remove that squeaker, but the last time he got an appointment, the surgeons

Oh...dear...LORD, this woman's insistent babbling and mental status made bile rise in Greg's throat. KIDDIES? Was she serious? So what if they were technically children still, this was degrading treatment that KINDERGARTENERS get, not middle schoolers. It took everything he could to refrain from dry heaving or gagging. And then how she GUSHED over her painting! "My li'l peshus little boy" she cooed making Greg shiver in disgust. Was it any WONDER he HATED this class? Everyone who enjoyed it was INSANE.

And how she LOVED dragging out ridiculous vowels making him shutter in disgust at how she fawned over some snot nosed BRAT of a child. Greg would have insane seizures if his parents ever started cooing over him for simply existing. A wave of relief washed over him as April was called up instead of him. He needed time to TRY and settle his mortified stomach.

...I realize now that was a rather stupid move on my part, sorry. Just uh... skip ahead :/

While everyone was busy being busy, April decided to treat herself by stopping all the current worries n her head and look outside the window. The view of trees and greens near the window, and the dead gray, burning buildings in the distance, were surprisingly calming. She was about to ponder how the buildings kept burning when she suddenly heard a squeaky voice.

“H-Here…” the small girl in purple said, shaking.

Her head was lowered, and her arm was stretched, avoiding all chances of eye contact, or any kind of contact for that matter. She looked so adorable, so meek, she remind April of her twin sister that she couldn’t help but chuckle.

Then she took the earphones gently off the little girl’s claws, “Guess he didn’t feel like owing me.” The little girl said nothing and stayed the way she was, head lowered and arms both back to her sides now that she’s done what was asked of her. It’s probably not the best to disturb her while she composed herself but, it’s not good either to let your seat mate be so uncomfortable.

Gotta break the ice somehow. Think April, think.

“By the way,” April started as she sits back, her head facing forward but her eyes still looking at the smaller witch girl. “You’ll feel better if you don’t hide your pretty face, just saying.”

No reaction. Well, guess I’ll just let that sink in.

“Hmm.... April, is it? Why don't you come up?” What, my turn all ready? Well shit.

April looked up to Ms. Jiji and crossed her arms. Ms, Jiji was smiling warmly – expectantly, might as well get it over with. Before coming up front, she took one last look on her painting to make sure it’s safe. Then she got up and walked up front and held up her artwork to her chest.

“This is me and my younger twin sister, May, on a tea party slash picnic. I know its too girly, or rather, too childish, but hey, a cake a day keeps the rage away. Oh and um,” April thought she was done, and then she recalled that she had to explain the colors. “…the colors, well, I used pastel blue and lime green to depict that I want to relax someday. The pink on the trees is for A---added girly-ness. That’s all.”

Since no one gave a damn, April just shrugged and gave her artwork to Ms. Jiji then went back to her seat and resumed a napping position. In about 10 seconds she was already asleep.

Sitting back peacefully, the red tank sighs in relief. For some apparent reason, April gave him peace about showing his art... though he did just make a scribbled of stuff he has no idea what he just did. But it was nice, better in fact! His art would make him no threat to other artists, and he can easily whip some stupid explanation of it and might have his class laugh. He'll say it's abstract, and then he'll describe the random doodles as if he purposely placed them in the right order of scribbles. He'll make himself look like a dork in confidence, at least it'll give him the chance to socialize. Funny and polite enough to get him a passing grade......if the teacher is giving grades at the first day of school. Jabez is a mere child who would love to just live on with no problems. He chuckles and claps as April finishes her explanation. Big props for confidence, he thinks, and he actually admires it.

As Jabez claps, he is followed by some of his classmates, he then realized that there are at least 20 to 30 students by now and the class is filled with different types of kids, varying from infected to immune. It seems that everyone followed his clap... at least, base from his hearing...... and then.... a very sarcastic movement of claps come to gain the class's attention to a new arrival in class. Jabez looks back as if he can see the new student who has entered the class, to actually feeling this very threatening atmosphere around this new comer. A very dark and ominous aura that can only cause trouble.

***

Victor Victrola just arrived his current class to see a very attractive witch in front of the class with a pretty picture of what he hears to be her sister of sort, having a picnic....blahblahblah~~~~ It ends, and Victor decided to butt in when suddenly an applause sets in the classroom. Who the heck..!? he traced the sound towards the tank kid who seems to like McDonald way too much. He waits for the shower of praise to settle but it seems to be taking a century to finish!? That... or Victor is just VEEEEERY impatient. So, in an act of annoyance, he claps loud enough to stop the harmonious applause. He claps real fast and lets out a couple of Woooot!!!! and some YEAH!!!! in a very annoying tone that will probably send bad vibes down your spine.

He seems to get the attention he wanted, as he walks slowly noticing some of the girls in class already glancing towards his way, winking back at them that sends them with satisfied a Ahhhh~~~ and such. Well, Victor is what you can classify as the cool guy, or the popular guy in school.....yadahyadhayadah---- back to the story.

He stands in front of the female witch, keeping a safe distance to not entirely invade her personal space. Victor the clown is standing right beside Sally who already seems to be startled in more ways than one. But Victor hasn't noticed her yet... and Victor has merely begun his introduction.

"What a nice piece of work you got there~! And a very sweet touch to it that made me cry a bit with your sister-----she must be as hott as you!"

Now it's awkward. But he is still not satisfied, as he continues.

"Oh! And the colors seems so romantic! You must be in love~? Hehe.." He teases the witch as he turns towards another witch beside him, sitting nervously.

"Well~~~ hellooooooooo~~~~~sweetheart!" He lowers his body, bending a bit towards Sally as he smiles with joy, "You seem to be just my type~!"

Victor smiles widely with his creepy smile, as to comparison to the smile of the Cheshire cat in Alice and Wonderland.

The clown is famous with gathering hordes... as a bunch of female hordes are giggling outside the classroom, probably got attracted by Victor's presence. But what this clown is best with is not just getting a horde of girls.... but a horde of BIIIIIIIIG TROUBLE.

"Thank you, you may return to your seat, April." Jiji then took a few seconds to inspect the painting.

"Hmm.... the skies... they feel so empty in this painting... there's not a cloud there... she could of put a kite up their to make it a little more interesting..... I sense a sort of.... what is it... I know there's a word for it... deprived? no, longing? closer... not sure... but I can feel some sort of emptiness in this painting, and yet because of the soothing tint colors, especially with the pink.... it feels rather romantic... hmm.... no, I shouldn't assume. She must miss something or somebody in the least..." Jiji's attention was snapped back to reality when she heard clapping.

"Shoot! Do they even know how many Witches are here?" Just as she was about to get everyone's attention and stop the ruckus before it became startlingly too loud, she heard one loud clapping that stopped the rest. When she turned around to thank whoever stopped the noise, she immediately stopped when she laid eyes on this Clown Infected child for the first time ever...

She lightly narrowed her eyes at him in silence. She never saw this kid before, but she could practically smell the incredibly cheeky attitude off of him. She watched as he make his way before April and commented on her artwork. She studied him and his actions further...

sleek jacket, showy shirt, his face spews a cauldron of over-confidence... and the combo of those sly eyes and grin...

She knew that kind of face from anywhere, the face of someone who thought highly of themselves and mocked others. The kind of guy that thought he could get whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, spoiled, unmannered, and if they were that bad, they most definitely knew how to get their way... She already didn't like him, Ray, whom was a handful in her class from time to time, would look like an angel compared to this kid, or at least this is what her vibes from her feral side were telling her.

"Trouble... extra trouble..." Her attention was then averted when she caught the sound of excited squealing and giggles behind her classroom door. She could see a herd of girls all clamored up against her door like giddy fan girls. That's it, Jiji was a patient woman, a very very patient woman at her best but some things just pushed her nerves a little too much.

"GET TO YOUR CLASSES RIGHT NOW!!!" She stamped her foot hard on the ground as she literally roared at the girls like that of a black panther. When the girls behind the door yelped and ran off in fear, Jiji took a good deep slow breathe before turning to her class. She appearing calmed down with a mild face and a collected neutral tone of voice.

"For those who just arrived, the assignment is on the dry erase board to the right of you. Alright, Anyone else complete their work? Raise your hand if you have. In the meantime... let's see.... Jabez, why don't you come up next?" She sat back down daintily on the front of her desk.

Meanwhile, Ray had finished his coughing frenzy and was headed back to class from the playground when a herd of girls seem to be stampeding his way. He glared at the group as he then took a daring foolhardy action in running STRAIGHT INTO the crowd in an attempt to cut his way through. at first he bumped hard into one of the girls in the front lines but managed to cut passed her.

"My apologies..." He said almost stammering with a sheepish frown uncharacteristic of him. The crowd was thick and threatening to knock him over, but he planted his boots firmly to the ground and held his stance in such a way as to defy their force against him. He'd normally just try to smoke one of the people in front of the crowd with his tongue and cause the rest to trip over that person and collapse over like a pile of dominoes but these were girls! If there was anything his mother drilled into his head, it was to never harm a girl. He couldn't forgive himself if he offended a girl, let alone, cause one to cry. So he did his best not to get run over.

When the stampede of silly squealing girls finally passed, he ran straight to Jiji's class.

"Present, I apologize for the unpermitted leave..." He said to Jiji in that quiet but strict formal business-y tone of voice of his before taking a seat on the same table as that witch boy with the grumpy sick face.

"Good to have you back, Ray. Go ahead and pick up where you left off in your assignment then, please." Jiji smiled mildly as she waited for Jabez to show his work with curiosity.

Uhg, such a girly picture that witch girl made. Greg took the time to let his mind wander when Jiji suddenly shouted VERY loudly. He raked his claws against the table top and started hyperventilating. His eyes darted about, just DARING anyone to make another sound. He continued scratching at his desk, his long, razor sharp claws creating short, quick cuts on the surface. His body was shaking violently and he was standing slightly, his rear just off his seat.
As a Witch, loud sounds were a bad thing around him. Greg in general though didn't handle yelling well. It was right up there with scolding or disappointment, he couldn't STAND it. If anyone so much as SPOKE right now, he would flip out on them.

THUD.

"Hamanah-what?!" April quickly woke up at the sound of Ms. Jiji's teacher-rage.
She rubbed her cheek and eyes with her wrist, making sure she doesn't poke her eyes - yet again. 'Great. Just great.' She mumbled irritatingly in her thoughts. It was soooo close! SO CLOSE! She was almost there! She was already in those beautifully tanned muscular Latino arms and---wait. PAUSE.
Her cheeks felt hot.
Really hot.
God knows how pink her face must already be!
Without a second thought she pulled up her turtleneck shirt to her face, covering the bottom of her face. 'Please don't let anyone notice! Please! Please! PREEEEEZ.'

Then there was a silent knock on the art classroom's door.
"Um, excuse me..." a shivery, reserved figure said. "Is--my. um. Uh."
It was another little witch girl, who looked like a mirror image of April. The only difference was the lack of confidence, the swirling of long nailed thumbs, and that all too innocent look she had with her light pink sundress.
She looked down on her feet as they nervously moved as she fixed her blonde braid onto her right shoulder. She didn't speak for a moment or so, then she lifted her head up. "I guess I'm really late but, may I come in?"

It was happening way to fast when Jabez pushed the annoying clown and block the crazy scratching with his gigantic arm. He didn't really like to save anyone, let alone that creepy clown. But alas, he did it out of impulse to protect. His arm is full of blood. Damn....witches are really strong. He gets her though.... about the rage part. Usually he just gets in that state when his PSP is confiscated or his blindness is mentioned.... but oh how he hated his uncontrollable rage. His eyes follows Sally as she leaves...... knowing that she must've really hated what she had done. He would.... and he's a guy. Sally was fragile and timid to begin with..... he has decided.

"I'll go.....and get this wound checked up in the clinic Mrs. Jiji....... I'll just leave my homework here."

As he leaves the classroom... it was obvious to him that even though his brother would hate for him to cut classes.... Jabez would look for Sally to see if she's doing fine. I mean, if there was anyone who could check if a possible raging witch is alright.... it should be a tank... right..?

Jabez leaves the classroom, dragging his bloody arm, as he walks pass another timid witch who looks exactly like April. But, he has no time for that.... he needs to see if Sally is alright.

+++

Victor is nothin' but pissed when the red tank shove him. He despises men to begin with. Filthy idiots who can't so anything without violence! Although he HIMSELF is a very violent person to begin with. The clown stands up and fixes himself as Jabez leaves the room. "Good," he exclaims peacefully. Although he hated the very thought that the tank would possibly get ol' cozy and shit with his girl.... he had to pass for now, besides~~~~~it seems that another girl that surpasses his standards just came in. But what Victor figured out was something he wished he didn't.

"Oh no..... your her twin?" He looks at the newly awaken April. But, O well... whatever the obstacles... he will prevail!

And so, he walks straight to the cute little damsel witch, as he grabs her right hand and kisses it firmly, "Hellooooo~~~~girlie~~~~you must be my next girlfriend~~~~" He says smoothly as the other girls in the class looks at the new witch with envy.

Oh how lovely it was for Victor to see another beautiful shy maiden walk into his class, probably the reason he entered ART Class to begin with! His last gesture, for now, is taking a flower out of nowhere, like magic, and placing it on the girl's hair gently, as not to startle... but I bet the witch is already startled as Sally was when Victor suddenly made the poor witch his new target.

Haaaaaaa...... Victor and his antics, Jabez should have stayed and punched the lights out of the guy before he left for Sally

All Jiji could do at this point has give herself a palm to the face... How STUPID of her! Idiot ridiculous, FOOLHARDY RASH! Darn it. What was she thinking? This class is FULL of witches already!

"Next time, FULL control of your temper. Full control, keep it cool, these are just kids, not stupid unreasonable adult kids..." She thought as her civil half shoved the feral half of her conscience to the back of her mind. She saw Jabez leaving the class and was about to say something but ended up saying it in her mind.

"It's alright, have a nice day, Jabez. It was just a scratch, he will return to class shortly, won't he? Well, then again perhaps it's just a habit of mine to say that to leaving people..." Despite Jiji's thoughts, something told her from the feral side of her conscience that the Tank child was not going to return until tomorrow... of course, her civil side of her mind told her otherwise. She then walked over to her desk and pulled out what looked like a walkie talkie and she turned it on with a click.

"Over, we have a code yellow, we have a startled witch student, purple dress with overly long sleeves running down the halls from the Art Hallway, please arbitrate with caution, over." She turned the walkie talkie off and returned it to her desk before turning to her class. She spot Victor flirting again... That boy. Urgh. She decided to intervene as she walked over and placed a hand on Victor's shoulder. She was a very short and young looking woman of 5'01" feet that could be pretty easily mistaken for one of her own students. She spoke in a sweet tone, though if you knew better, there was irritation hiding behind it.

"Nice of you to meet each other, now if we're done chatting, will you please take your seats. And you, of course you can come in. And don't worry about being tardy, since it's the beginning of the second semester, it's understandable students can get lost to their new classes. Assignment is on the board to the right, please take a seat anywhere you like." She, as politely as she could, shooed the two students into class and took a seat on top of her desk overlooking the class.

"Now then, I apologize for that.... outburst... and since Jabez isn't going to be here at the moment, why don't you go up next, Greg?" She gave a small polite smile.

Being a witch in a room FULL of witches when a commotion went on was bad. Being half way startled was worse. When another witch flips a chain reaction is bound to occur. While Sally didn't really do MUCH attacking, Greg was full of hot rage and no control. An ear piercing shriek was ripped from the boy's throat before he thrashed his long claws about. Still being a child they weren't COMPLETELY lethal but would cause a lot of damage if they hit.
The actual person who set him off, Sally, was long gone, so he set his anger upon the last person to speak. That person, unfortunately, was the teacher. Greg slashed at anything and anyone in his way as his blind rage drove him to attack the noise.