Art class!!! (open)

[Gabriel]

Gabriel stood up from his seat and addressed the instructor:

"Instructor Lesslie, I have a request of you."

Still holding the bark-stripped branch in his hands he continued:

"Over the course of this art class, would you allow me to devote time to the medium of sculpting or carving?"

Caressing the branch in his arms, Gabriel's eyes gleamed in anticipation for soon he would bring his art to life in corporeal form, regardless of the answer this instructor gave him.

This was just a formality as he would pursue his craft no matter what...

Gabriel's eyes burned a bright crimson tinted violet...

[Marisa Lorette Anduin]

Marisa frowned a bit with the arrogance this teacher was thus far exhibiting. It was like...she...or he, it was kind of hard to tell...though that (s)he was far superior to...well, everyone else on the planet. She had to force herself to not use a few snappy comebacks that came to mind when the teacher had announced what everyone would call him/her. Just as she was pondering of just what this teacher's game really was here, several paints and brushes were thrust into her hands, with no word...but the instructions were quite clear. She glared at the teacher's backside a bit before continuing to exhibit the best self control she could to keep from muttering under her breath as she began passing out the paints and brushes...of course, she made sure there was no way the teacher could have seen the glaring. Though, her body language and the quick and sharp movements she used to pass out the materials would somewhat betray how she felt about being bossed around by someone who was NOT one of her superiors....in fact, she was fairly certain that hunters had higher ranking than the teachers did. She'd play along, though....for now, anyway. She'd have to see if she could figure out how to knock this Lesslie down a few pegs later on. The way she had just treated Fox had grated on her nerves, and if it was any indication of how things were going to go, she wasn't liking it already. She heard Gabriel ask his question just as she was finishing up passing the materials out to the last row and returning to her place, leaning against the wall...she really hoped this teacher didn't piss her off with a snarky reply to his query. She was already annoyed as it was...

[Fox]

Fox was a little surprised to be handed the pictures, but he was the helpful type and hopped to his task with gusto. Fox trotted around the class passing out one picture to each person, though oddly enough none of the others students said anything to him or even made eye contact. That got to Fox more than anything thus far, but he figured that maybe they just weren't the talkative type.

Soon enough he was finished passing out the pictures, making sure everyone got one, and then placed the remaining pictures on Lesslie's desk. That done Fox happily padded back to his seat, the little claws on his feet clacking against the tiled floor the whole way. Fox seemed delighted to see the paints and brushes on his desk, though he really didn't know what to do with them. He sniffed at them tentatively and the scent confirmed that they probably wouldn't taste good at all. Before he could ask any questions though, Gabe stood up and asked to be permitted to sculpt the wood he had with him.

Fox looked at his own tiny claws that adorned each finger and wondered how he'd fare at carving. The idea was interesting, but he had never tried to carve anything before... of course he'd never painted before either. "Prof Lesslie, what exactly are we supposed to be doing?" Fox asked innocently, using the word 'Prof' as a name instead of a title as he simply assumed it was the instructor's first name.

[Kit]

Eyeing the "dangerous" object in Gabriel's hands as he asked his question, Prof. Lesslie walked over to him and gently plucked the twig from him. "Today, we are begining with water colors," the instructor informed calmly, placing the branch on the teacher's desk before continuing, "first, draw out a sketch of your image onto the thicker paper." The teacher hardly blinked and seemingly failed to acknowlege what anyone said, but Lesslie was paying the utmost attention to every little move each made, perhapse awaiting the moment when one of them would snap, yet the instructor's voice remained calm and monotonous in Lesslie's soft voice. It was all intentional. There was no coincidence in "ignoring" the students' questions while answering with the next statement. The deliberate test had begun, but what does this "teacher" have planned?

[Gabriel]

"I expect you'll be returning that to me at the end of class. After all I personally put in the effort to debark it in preparation for sculpting. Unless you are willing to pay me for such a service."

Gabriel had continued to stand, his gaze never leaving Professor Lesslie. He will not be ignored, even if this snide, condescending creature called a human believes it could.

His eye's were now a deep crimson tainted hazel that glistened beneath the nictitating membranes in anticipation...

[Marisa Lorette Anduin]

Marisa kept holding her tongue for the time being...though she did almost let out a chuckle when Fox used "Prof" instead of "professor." She'd need to explain that to him later. Marisa did frown a bit though when the teahcer took Gabriel's work in progress. She admitted...she really hoped that the teacher didn't do anything stupid to set Gabriel off. As tempted as she may be to just let him go to town with his powers and all should he get angry enough, it -was- her job to make sure no one got hurt by him. She was relieved to notice that Gabriel didn't try to fight with the teacher, but she definitely was a little concerned over what may happen if Gabriel continued confronting the teacher, and what said teacher might do to piss Gabriel off. If (s)he did do such...well...there was no telling what could happen. The assignment that was given was reasonable enough, she supposed...but she was prepared to intervene should anything start coming up. Not for the teacher's sake...oh no, (s)he could go to hell already for all Marisa cared. It was Gabriel she was more worried about, and what repurcussions he might receive if certain things began transpiring. She did shift her positioning a bit as she leaned against the wall, moving her right leg so her foot pressed slightly against the wall...which would allow her to kick off and start moving at a rather high speed if necessary. She awaited to see the teacher's response to Gabriel...

[Fox]

Fox simply hadn't had enough human contact to get just how rude the teacher was being, though he did think it was a bit uncalled for to take away Gabe's branch. When the instructor told them what they were supposed to do, Fox took that as the answer he'd been looking for. He smiled and sat down in his seat, using one of the pencils provided to draw himself as best he could.

Fox's tongue stuck out to one side a little as he concentrated on drawing himself, and after little while he had a reasonable image down on the paper. He made sure to draw his three big tails and then looked up to count how many foxfires he currently had bobbing around himself. After counting he made sure to add just as many little orbs around the picture of himself. It wasn't the best drawing in the world, but Fox was quite proud of it.

"What do you think?" Fox asked with a grin, holding up the picture so Marisa and Gabe could see it clearly.

[Kit]

Lesslie simply glared at Gabriel with his question. As far as this "Professor" was concerned, he shouldn't have had access to this branch in the first place. The teacher cocked an eyebrow and neared Fox, briskly snatching the paper to see his "progress." After peering at the page, Professor Lesslie Moretruth gave Fox an unimpressed look. "What is this?" the instructor asked calmly and seriously, "Does this look like the image you were provided?" Picking up Fox's given paper, the instructor held the two side-by-side facing Fox so he could compare them and answer.

[Gabriel]

Unimpressed Gabriel continued to stand, his gaze still locked on Lesslie's increasingly annoying scowl.

"You disappoint me Professor Lesslie. Are you hard of hearing? Or simply ignorant? Either one is a disgrace to teachers everywhere since when you're in class you are meant to pay attention and listen are you not? Regardless, if you won't answer me I guess we've nothing further to discuss here.

Gabriel strode towards the desk, plucked the branch off the instructor's desk and headed for the door.

[Marisa Lorette Anduin]

Honestly? She thought Fox's drawing of himself wasn't too bad, considering it can't be easy to hold a drawing tool in his paws what with his claws and all, as well as him just starting out. She smiled a little and nodded to him to show she thought it was nice...and then immediately frowned again when the teacher started harassing him. Sure...maybe he didn't stick to the assignment, but it's not like he did poorly in what he did do. This teacher was definitely not doing a good job at...well, teaching....so far. She made a mental note to write up a report later concerning this and see if correctional actions might be taken later. She was snapped out of this line of thought by Gabriel's short speech. That was definitely an "Oh snap" moment in her book. She smirked a little...to be honest, she agreed entirely with Gabriel. She watched for the moment in silence, though she felt about ready to put her own two cents in...which would happen depending on what the teacher's next actions were. If she herself was addressed, or the teacher said or did anything against Gabriel or else anything crossing a line to Fox...or any other student for that matter...she would act. She doubted it would happen, but if Gabriel was simply allowed to leave, she would figure there would be a need to get Fox out of there as well....she wondered if maybe Gabriel would be willing to teach Fox a little? She figured she could scrape togther a few basic materials for art in her own room if needed....

[Fox]

Fox's ears twitched as the teacher snatched his drawing away. He tilted his head slightly when he was asked if it looked anything like the picture he'd been given. "Well... no it doesn't look like that picture. I was just doing what you said to do. You said to 'draw your image on the thicker paper' and that's what I did, I drew an image of me on the paper." It seemed Fox hadn't quite understood the instructions given.

"If you want me to draw that picture you should have told me." He added and picked up the pencil again and started to copy the picture Lesslie had given him as best he could. The lines weren't as straight as the original picture, and the angles were off here and there, but all in all he did a decent job of making a rough sketch of the picture he'd been given.

Fox was so absorbed with his own assignment that it didn't register with him that Gabe had taken the branch off the teacher's desk and was preparing to leave. When he did notice though he looked up at Gabe and asked, "Where are you going Gabe?"

[Kit]

"Very good," the teacher congratulated dryly, paying no mind to Gabriel's exit. As far as this instructor was concerned, it was victory. "Once you are finished, you may begin setting the paints," Lesslie said, placing a cup of water on Fox's desk. Taking one quick glance at the exiting mutant, the tacher went back to the desk, opening the drawer. Taking something out, Professor Lesslie turned, back towards the rest of the class, to face to chalk board. The human ate the snack from the drawer and sribbled something on the chalk board before turning back towards the class. "I may yet have a treat for you who remain," the teacher added, glancing at each of them, particularly locking a gaze with Fox.

[Gabriel]

Having exited the classroom and carefully closing the door behind him, Gabriel now stood looking out into the hallway: its tiled floors of checkered black and white gleamed as they were lit overhead by bright and non-flickering lights.

The far end of which turned a corner, no doubt another corridor. The end nearest were the doors leading out to the courtyard. It would seem from the mechanisms in 3 parts on the door that he was in all likelihood confined here until the interval for it to open has occurred.

Regardless, he strode up to the door still carrying the branch in his left arm and inspected the locks.

There were no keyholes, but there were definitely opening seams where the gears interlocked.

He could slip out through the seems of the door, but that'd leave his branch behind as it was too large to fit through the cracks...

Having little to no experience with lock-picking, Gabriel let out a slightly disappointed sigh. He'll have to look and see if the library has any documentation on lock designs and structural security so he could bypass such mechanisms at his leisure in the future.

As far as he was concerned, this was the first and last time he'd ever sit in on a class with an instructor as incompetent as Professor Lesslie.

He just hoped Marisa and Fox would be find some enjoyment there despite how insufferable Lesslie was. His gaunt face hinted to a bit of a smile as he recalled Fox's self-portrait: how cute and innocently childish.

He sat down and daydreamed under his breath as he caressed the branch, waiting for the doors to unlock.

[Marisa Lorette Anduin]

Marisa, noting that Gabriel was allowed to leave without a fuss, would look to Fox and wait a second to see if he, too, would follow...regardless of his choice though, Marisa knew her duty, and followed Gabriel out the door. As much as she wanted to stay and make sure Fox and the others were treated fairly, it was more important to make sure that any who ran across Gabriel were kept safe, as well as making sure Gabriel himself didn't get himeslf in trouble. She did not want that to happen to him. When she got out in the hallway, he was just finishing examining the locks. She walked towards him, and sat down next to him before speaking.

"Those locks are on a timer...they won't unlock until the classes in this time frame are over. There's also no way to undo them...so if you leave the classroom, you're stuck in the hallways until they end, anway."

She sighed and shook her head, remembering how awful a "teacher" Lesslie was...she had to wonder just what the higher ups were THINKING when (s)he was hired.

"Listen...I'm sorry that that.....person...was like that. He...or she, or it, or whatever...doesn't deserve to be there in a teaching position. I'm already considering attempting to get them fired as it is....but I want you to know, I'll do what I can to help you with your projects as you work on them. Who knows...I may be able to scrape together some tools or materials...or something to help you out."

She gave him a small, soft smile...she really wanted to see some of Gabriel's work. He was clearly quite passionate about his art...and that was important for any artist. She may not be one herself, but she knew that was an important aspect of being a good artist.

[Fox]

Fox dipped his brush into the watercolors, but nothing seemed to happen. He tilted his head as he tried to figure out this conundrum. It was then that he noticed the cup of water that Lesslie had set on his desk. Fox finally seemed to put two and two together, his ears perking up at the realization. With a grin he dipped the brush into the water, then dipped it onto the watercolors before making a brushstroke across the paper. He was delighted to see the color transfer itself from paint, to brush, to paper.

Fox let out a squeal of delight as he started to get the hang of painting with watercolors. Fox was so enthralled with it that he didn't notice Gabe and Marisa leaving the room. Fox stopped following the picture after a few strokes, instead painting it colors that he thought made it look better. Fox was really letting his creative juices flow, so to speak. He didn't even seem to mind that he was getting just as much paint on himself as he was the paper.

"Yay! Pretty!" Fox blurted out then looked up, hoping to show his latest creation to Gabe and Marisa. When he didn't spot them he started to look around. He'd been so absorbed with his little painting that he hadn't notice them both leave the room.

"Where did they go?" He asked to no one in particular as he looked around frantically.