Swearing on Sarcasm {Pen}

Watcher · May 23, 2015

Odin sat in his office at his desk, his very nice looking 'office' looked more like a typical study someone who was rich would have. He wasn't too rich, but he looked good in very rich attire. His Purple cloak was sprawled over the 'Visitors' chair in front of his desk. No one really came to see him so he just left it as is.

He grabbed one of the liquid containers on a shelf and glass. Normally drinks weren't allowed on school grounds, but they said nothing about animated objects bringing them in. Some of the models were stand in his office by the door, two Knights with armor depicting scenes of a glorious battle of medieval era. He sighed a moment as he poured some scotch into a small glass and added ice. He then started the kettle to make some tea when the water boiled. That would take a bit.

Taking a sip he looked at some of the paintings on his desk. Some were... Decent to say the least. Some were just bad. Even for him. He understood that these kids were students, but compared to what he did, it was horrible. Like stick figures to the Mona Lisa.

He shook his head as he looked out the window.

"Bunch of fuckin' Idiots. Goddamn I swear this school is trying to make me go nuts here."

He then patted his chest pocket and pulled out a fresh cigar and opened the window. He put the cigar in his mouth as he looked out the window, seeing students and teachers all outside enjoying lunch. He wasn't too big on going out his office, he was packed with things to do.

"Goddamn, I might need to eat somethin' soon.'"

He heard a knock at his door. As he pulled out and went to light his cigar. He could see the fire in front of it as he closed the lighter and put the cigar on the table..

"Please, come on in. Don't let the door stop you from opening." he said sarcastically. Expecting someone to come in and ruin his day.

He said moving the cloak off the chair onto his desk over some of his paperwork he was working on. Just students works and marks. Nothing big. He then hid the glass and left the cigar on the table out in the open as the glass of scotch was put into a small hutch and the hutch was then closed and locked.

Shim · Jul 17, 2015

(I kept you waiting so long for a post that isn't the best, but the next one will be better ~~and quicker too~~... ;-;)

Tian shuffled his feet as he stood before the classroom door, his fingers fiddling with the pencil they grasped. In his hands was a thick, worn sketch book, the page and cover corners worn with time and use. It was open to a very particular page, one covered in pencil strokes and eraser marks.

Near the bottom of the page was a boy, one arm wrapped around his one bent leg and the hood of his loose hoodie drawn over his head. He was sitting at the base of what looked to be a tree trunk, staring out across what was probably some sort of off-the-paper scenery. The boy wasn't fantastic, though he wasn't half bad either, and was drawn in something that looked to be a half-anime and half-realistic style - original and decent looking.

However, the tree was less than satisfactory. Though the trunk that the boy leaned against was alright, if undetailed so far, the branches were... well, they were a mess. What Tian had wanted to be the swaying branches of an old willow tree was instead a spaghetti plate of oddly shaped blocks that slightly resembled branches and squiggly lines with dots drawn on them. However, they could only bee seen faintly, as Tian had tried to draw them multiple times before giving up and erasing it all, afraid to start over.

Being unable to draw his scene, no matter how hard he tried, was one of few things that honestly annoyed the small teen. However, he had taken a bit of time to search the staff list in the school and happened upon Odin Mallengiz, who painted the scenery for the school plays. Well, Tian's issues WERE related to scenery, so he figured this teacher may be the one to ask for help from.

And thus, you have him here.

Tian waited a few moments, chewing his bottom lip as he listened to incoherent muttering from within the room. Well, the teacher was in, at least... Christian was definitely a sociable person, but at the same time, the teen always grew nervous around authority figured for seemingly no reason. However, a quick glance towards his failure of tree solidified his nerve, and he knocked hard on the door. A moment later, the voice of the art teacher rang out audibly. Tian ignored the bite to the voice and slid the door open, a nervous grin playing at his lips.

"Uhm... Mr. Mallengiz?" Tian began, shuffling once more. He glanced back down to his sketch book before looking back once more at the teacher; it was a nervous habit he had developed throughout the years. "I was trying to sketch a tree, but I can't get the branches right... The listing says you specialize in scenery and play backgrounds though, so..." Tian bit his lip again, his fingers playing idly with his pencil and paper, which both were other nervous habits, "...Do you think you could give a couple tips on how to draw them right?" Tian finally was able to spit his last line out, boldly looking the teacher in the eyes and feeling small. Subconsciously, he cursed his random bouts of shyness, but stood there all the same.

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Swearing on Sarcasm {Pen}

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Shim

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