{open to all} preparing for Art class.

[zella]

Zella walked into her well light art room. The small desks pushed together in order. She sighed as she placed her large black bag with white paper popping out of its wide opening on her teacher's desk on the far corner of the room. The bag hit the desk with desk with load crunch. Zella turned to the4 class room trying to recall what she was going to do today.

She tapped her finger on her lower lip trying to recall. I should really wright this down. she thought to herself. She was about to dig though her large black hole of a bag to see if something in there will help her recall when something came to her.... large white paper... chalk .... pencils ... mirrors....

Zella punched upwards her left hand and smiled. " Self portraits" Zella called out load. She quickly rushed over to the back of the room to get the standing mirrors out of storage.

Zella jumped on to her tipy toes as she reached up to a small box on the top shelf. Her long fingers trying to wrap themselves around the corners of the cardboard box.

Before she could slip it out of its place, she heard the door openning behind her. Oh cra... she thought moving her fingers to get the box to move faster to her but no luck so far.

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson sighed as he placed his bag and guitar by the side of the desk, making sure hit guitar wouldn’t fall over he surveyed the classroom he had been put in. It was a small art room, designed for smaller classes, mainly seniors, filled with artwork down by past students. Tyson noticed one or two that had been done by his friends; smiling to himself as he remembered many good times he had shared with them in art class. The reason he was in an art classroom on his own was because a member of staff had caught him playing his guitar around the back of school and had deemed it a waste of time and order Tyson back to the cafeteria, as it was lunchtime. Tyson had refused and protested that playing his guitar was not a waste of time.

But thus he found himself here, on some sort of a detention but the teacher had not shown. Tyson didn’t even know the name of the professor that had sent him here; he had never had him as a teacher in all his years in the school. He frowned lightly before hearing a random yell from across the buildings. Curious, Tyson proceeded out of the room and down the hallway to a much larger classroom. He slowly creaked the door open peering around inside to see Prof. King attempting to retrieve a box on a high up shelf. He paused has he saw her try harder, going on her tip toes and stretching as much as she could, he raised and eyebrow slowly before saying; “Need any help miss?”

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Outfit: HERE
Status: completed
Notes: None

[zella]

Zella stopped still at the boy's words. " Oh please thank you" She smiled turning around. " its the smallest box on the top to the left. be careful they easily brake on you." She replied and without missing a beat moved to the left to set of draws on wheels and made out of light oak. She opened the first draw and went looking for the type of papers she needed for the subject.

Tyson was a student of her's, she remembered that much. She also remembered him enjoying art even when they had at small little classroom her first year. She couldn't belive it had been almost two and half years since Zella had started here. It almost seemed forever.

As she moved the papers around, some small, some off white. To the untrained eye they all seem the same but each one was good for something and was made for that something. She was surprised how well stocked this school was this year, she couldn't remember her high school being this way, but then again..

Her thoughts raced until something popped into her hand. She stopped and turned to Tyson. " Hey isn't it lunch time?" She asked her long brown brow arched.

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson moved towards the set of shelves, eying them up before attempting to seize the small box at the top left of the shelving unit. He stretched as far as he could as his hands barely grasped the edges of the box; he gave the box a light yank as it moved towards him, off the shelf and into his hands. He slowly brought it back to chest level before placing it into the hands of an absent minded Professor King.

Tyson smiled politely as he handed her the box, a gesture that implied he didn’t mind helping her out, she was one of his favorite art teachers that had given him high marks over the years. The vagueness of the statement that followed his action was quite puzzling to Tyson. “Yeah, I guess it is Professor.” He said in a light tone, not attempting to sound as if he was stating the obvious or insulting her intelligence in any way. He hoped that she wouldn’t inquire about him being here at this time when he should really be out and about socializing and having fun.

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Words: 210
Outfit: As above
Status: Completed
Notes: None

[zella]

Zella placed the box on one of desks and shrugged her shoulders. " Well don't mind me asking but shouldn't you be out there doing.." She stopped to think, her eyes narrowing. " High school stuff...?" She asked her hands moving in the air as she talked. It seemed she talked more with her hands then her voice at times.

She turned back to look for the papers and sighed closing the first draw and opening the 2nd. Her fingers lifting up some papers to look under them and smiled as she found the stack she was looking for. " Ah ha!" She called out before pulling them out of the draw and then moving quickly to one side of the room to her desk in the other. Ms. King placed the papers on the desk. Keeping her head clear and ears open to any reply that Tyson might give her.

She really didn't want to be nosy but she normally didn't have kids walking into her classroom during lunch time without a reason. Not that she didn't mind the company, not at all, she enjoyed having someone taller then her around to reach boxes on the highest shelf. But it did make her wounder and she was a curious little person. Zella only looked away when she looked to the clock to see the time. Even though where was plenty of time to get ready for the next class. Zella always liked to make sure. Time had a weird way of sneaking up on her sometimes.

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson’s smile faded as Professor King inquired about him being in her classroom at lunch time. He frowned, he could easily tell the truth and leave her to decide what to do with him or play it cool and slightly humorous and simply suggest that he was here to visit his favorite art teacher. He chuckled at the thought, but came to the conclusion that telling the truth would avoid awkward situations. “Ok, you got me.” He said, holding his hands up as if a gun was being aimed at him. “Some art teacher caught me behind school playing my guitar about…” He broke off to check the clock behind him “Ten minutes ago, sent me to a classroom down the hall for some reason, but he didn’t show.” He finished, dropping his hands back down to his sides.

Lazily, he folded his arms before continuing, “So, I sat there with nothing to do until I hear you shout out about what…” He paused again, trying to recall what actually drew him her in the first place. He swiftly snapped his fingers as he remembered “Portraits or something?” He said in a confused tone, as if wanting an explanation. But he knew Professor Kings first thought must be to address the fact that he was supposed to be on detention, or at least he assumed so anyway.

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Words: 253
Outfit: as above
Status: Completed
Notes: Nope

[zella]

Zella's eye brow shoot up as she heard why he was put in detention. For playing a guitar you must be kidding me... Zella thought but then sighed. The teacher listened as he explained more on why he was there. She laughed a little under her breath, she couldn't believed someone actually heard her. "Self portraits" She explained holding up one of the papers on her desk. " But" She nodded her head slightly "as he didn't show up to your detention like he should have, I guess you are under my watch now." She smiled brightly and then pointed at one of the rolling draws. " Can you get me one of those red cases from the third draw over there. " King ordered.

The cases were full of smooth sticks, used for lines, details and shadowing. they were needed for the subject and as he most likely wasn't going anywhere she could at least put him to work. " So.." She countured " You like music?" Zella asked. She again was a curious person and liked conversation if she gets the chance. It seemed to be part of her being to ask questions. That and she thought he needed to lighten up. Its wasn't like he punched a guy, he just played some music during brake. Zella almost huffed that the idea. Well kill creativity why don't they, an art teacher even, most likely that guy down the hall....too. She narrowed her eyes again in thought.

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson let out a very noticeable sigh that was more for comic effect than to convey his displeasure of being ordered around. He looked around and spotted the draws Professor King was referring to and made his way over there in no particular hurry. Tyson pulled the draw open to see a few red cases; he shrugged and grabbed a random one before closing the draw and turning to face Professor King. He moved back towards the front desk and lightly dropped the red case on it. He never was a fan of manual labor, but he couldn’t exactly complain about this as it was hardly anything too demanding. He smiled as he stepped back and leaned on the desk.

She then asked him if he liked music, he chuckled slightly, did he just carry a guitar around for fun? “Well…” He started, again not wanting to sound like a he was self asserting himself or anything. “Yeah, I mean I like anything with a guitar in it, Red Hot Chili’s are a favorite.” He finished, nodding his head in agreement with his own words, stopping abruptly before asking; “What about you Professor?”

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Words:224
Outfit: As above
Status: Completed
Notes: None

[zella]

Zella smiled as she realized that her quick question might have been silly. She thanked him for case and the opened her own draw on the left side of her desk. She slipped a small stack of paper back books titled. " The math of the face."

Zella Smiled brightly when she heard what band was his favorite was. She nodded approvingly " My favorite from them is water under the bridge" She laughed softly " But don't ask me to sing it."

By the time she had said that she had just noticed that Tyson had asked her another question. " Oh yeah.. who doesn't, I was in when I was in middle school" Zella stopped to point at one of her ears and shrugged, the idea of it seemed to make Zella less upset but disappointed or sad " Tone daft though, I sound like a dieing bird half of the time. " She added with a long sigh.

She looked around the room, tapping the same finger she used to point at her ear to tap on her lip in deep though. " But that was a long time ago." She said roughly before leaning on her desk.

Zella scanned the room and then used that same finger to point at a closet in the back. Once she snapped into reality again " I think that third one to the right in the back might have the pencils I need can you go look." She ordered again as friendly as she could.

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson nodded as Professor King confessed one of her favorite Red Hot Chili Pepper song, he had to agree, it was a good song, but it wasn’t his personal favorite. “Good song” He complimented, adding; “But I personally prefer ‘By the Way,’ ‘Snow’ also has some good parts.” He commented, shifting his weight from side to side slightly. Despite the fact that his age would classify him as an adult, or at least close enough, Tyson still felt uncomfortable having such a casual conversation with a teacher, it was as if she was his best friend, the way they entered conversation with nearly no encouragement. He sighed lightly, he didn’t know how old Professor King was, but she looked young and as such Tyson guessed she was somewhere in her twenties, she was doing good if she was indeed in her thirties Tyson thought, in reference to Professor kings good looks.

He brought himself back to the conversation, Professor King mentioned her inability to sing which made Tyson chuckle. “In all fairness Professor...” He said formally, she was still the teacher and he was the pupil, regardless how casual the conversation is “Everybody says they’re a bad singer.” He mused, turning to the set of draws she was indicating too. He moved towards it with a brisk pace before opening the draw to find multiple boxes of pencils. He picked a random one up and held it up to Professor King. “These?” He asked politely, glancing back at the draws contents incase a more obvious box jumped out at him as the one she was looking for.

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Words: 277
Outfit: As above
Status: Completed
Notes: take your time with the reply, no rush! (: