Messing up is never fun...

Evening was slowly starting to settle on the Academy. Some students had left while others were preparing to sleep. Most classroom's were dark and quiet, except for the art room. THe smell of glue, paints and other chemical's used in art seemed to invade anyone's noses who came near it. Inside only one student sat there, dark coat covering most features. What was not hidden was somewhat seen, seeing as how the person's back faced the classroom door.

Aplion had come here, tired looking to start a project. The easel before her was blank except for the two figures slowly being painted in, surrounded by think soft pencil lines, that would soon turn into scenery. Blond hair kept falling in front of her eyes, and having some watercolor's on her hands caused for some of her hair and skin to have color added, unwanted. Ears listened for those who might enter the room unwanted.

She had awoken just an hour earlier, having slept the day away. A small fit of cough's gave away the fact she was probably sick or just healed from being so. The blade at her back was easily seen, its dark red sheath somewhat light compared to her coat. Another cough and her paintbrush hit the paper wrong. A large brown stained over the two figures faces. She sighed and worked on getting the brown off, glad she had used gesso.

She stopped, paintbrush in midstroke as she smelt the smoke. "Put it out" She spoke. Her voice wasnt soft and asking nicely. Anger and some other emotion hidden gave her voice power. A hand moved to her back, tips of her finger gently brushing the hilt of her broad sword.

Eyes narrowed as she noticed he wasnt going to put it out. Hand lowered to inside her coat and quickly brought out her short sword, throwing it towards him. If it missed him it would hit the door frame pretty hard. She turned to look at him, pulling a picture from her pocket.

She glared at him, hand unfolding the picture slowly as she spoke. "Ill tell you again. Put it out." She soon held three throwing knives, in one hand as she put the paper in her pocket with the other before moving it to the hilt of her broad sword.

She threw two of the daggers and grabbed the sword as she started to run towards him, angling the sword to hit low. Anger showed on her face, rage seemed to have formed at more than just a small ciggarette.