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Post by Admin Lux on May 13, 2013 17:44:32 GMT -6
Art class, Adaryn thought miserably as she clutched the sketch book to her fragile frame, the object wrinkling the black polo she wore. Biting her lip, she continued forward, her knee high converse causing her calves to sweat uncomfortably. Whose idea was it to wear skinnies and high-tops when she had to walk in 90 degree weather? Oh yeah, it was her own. As if she wasn't already miserable enough with the cardigan?
Walking into the school building felt like heaven, and she wanted to press herself to the cool tile floor just to allow the heat to leave her body. She had plenty to spare, after all. But after the quick relief that was provided by the air conditioning was gone, she was back to brooding. Her parents forced her into this class and, as much as she loved art in its entirety, she didn't enjoy being around people. It made her uncomfortable. She was afraid they would judge her silently.
What is the room number, anyway? Adaryn opened her sketchbook and glanced at the room number. L-613[/u]. That was on the South Campus of the school. Well, at least she came through the right entrance.
Despite being there for a year, Addie still had some trouble finding her way through the large building. The campus was huge, after all. But after about ten minutes, she managed to find it. Granted, she was late, but she was there.
"And you are?" The teacher spoke, and Adaryn suddenly went rigid. The room was full, except for a few empty seats. "Adaryn Breslin, Ms..." Dammit, she forgot to look at the instructor name.
"Anderson." She finished, and raised a brow at Adaryn. "Yes, Ms. Anderson. I'm sorry, but I'm relatively new here... so uh, I really didn't know my way around. I apologize." Her voice shook slightly, not because she was speaking to a teacher, but because of all the eyes that were on her. She shifted uncomfortable.
"Yes, Well we were just about to start. We're starting with pottery, and since everyone is doubled up, you can sit by Thomas." Adaryn's breath hitched in the back of her throat as it went dry. Thomas. A guy. Adaryn followed the direction in which Ms. Anderson's hand was pointed, and she mentally cursed herself. Thomas looked toward her, and once again, she cursed. He was really attractive.
Wonderful, Adaryn was crestfallen. Why couldn't she be alone? She made her way over to Thomas and sat beside him, giving him a small hello, though no smile.
Please be over soon. Please be over soon.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on May 13, 2013 18:18:11 GMT -6
Monroe tried to be anything but annoyed when he'd gone to summer school that morning, but he'd been forced out of bed early and had to walk in the heat, two things he absolutely hated. He preferred cool weather and snow. He could dress up in layers, as many as he wanted. Even stepping into the air conditioning after walking in ninety degrees in all black, including a hat, he still felt as if he was sweating. The only good part so far was that he'd managed to get a table to himself. Most people he didn't associate with, even if he did know everybody in West Oak, besides, it was summer school. He needed to take an elective credit this summer because if he didn't, he'd be behind as a senior next year and unable to graduate. So, here he was, sitting in a classroom. He hated organized classes. Everybody sat at tables, listening to an instructor and they were told what art was. Art wasn't anything, art was what you wanted it to be and that's why he'd been dreading this class.
Pottery. At least he was pretty decent at that. He could make his mother a vase or something and go pick her some flowers. The teacher had barely gotten into speaking about it when a girl came in late and Ms. Anderson instructed her to sit next to him.
He groaned inwardly at the use of his full name. "Ms. Anderson, I told you...it's Monroe. I don't go by Thomas, ever." He hated the sound of it. And he didn't like Tom or Tommy either. It just wasn't him...not to mention his father who left his family gave him the name.
She didn't seem to amused. "I'm sorry, but I am just going by what the attendance list says and it says Thomas."
He'd rather be called Mr. Montgomery than Thomas, but he just sighed and put up with it, leaning back in his seat and stretching out his legs, catching that one of the laces on his combat boots was untied and not caring enough to fix it. The dark haired girl took a seat next to him and mumbled a hello and he turned and said the same to her. Well, he wasn't alone anymore.
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Post by Admin Lux on May 13, 2013 18:34:30 GMT -6
As Adaryn got settled, Ms. Anderson wasted no time in starting the class. Pottery wasn't her forte, but she found it interesting, at least. Adaryn didn't really mind getting her hands dirty when it came down to it, unlike some girls, and the clay was going to be relatively cool, so that was a plus.
But the fact that she was working with someone was not.
It wasn't the fact that she didn't like him, hell, she didn't even know him. She was more worried about a slip up, or something else embarrassing happening. He was a guy, and she was a girl. He was attractive... she was well... Addie. Plain old Addie who wore nothing but unappealing clothing to hide the scars on her body. She looked down at her practically all black attire, minus her white jeans and laces, and you could say they were matching. She stared down at her shoes, but at the same time, noticed his.
He was wearing... combat boots?
Well, that was a bit odd. Even in West Oak, where some people were poorer than poor, people didn't typically wear combat boots out places, even summer school. She was a bit fascinated by it really, but she forced her gaze back to the potters wheel, wondering how in the world they were to work with one wheel.
"Alright, you may get started."
Wait, what? Adaryn, in her daze, must have zoned out long enough to miss the instructions. She panicked internally, debating on whether or not to ask the teacher, but she couldn't. She had already caused enough of a distraction for one day, Ms. Anderson was bound to be a bit annoyed with Adaryn anyway.
"Um... excuse me.... But, uh, i sort of zoned out and uh, missed all of what she said?" Her voice came out weak and soft. "What did she tell... us... to do?"
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Post by Admin Sydnee on May 13, 2013 18:53:31 GMT -6
Monroe managed to mostly listen to the instructions as Ms. Anderson went on and on. At least they got some freedom in what they got to create. She even went over how to use the pottery wheel, which is where Monroe kind of zoned out, almost falling asleep. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, nor did he really ever. Insomnia was always kicking his ass, something he'd had for years and still hadn't been able to combat. It didn't help in holding his attention in school, that was for sure.
Finally, she'd set them free to get started and he looked over at his partner as he realized she'd spoken. She'd missed it all? "Wow, and I thought I didn't pay attention," he told her as he got up from his chair and pulled his beanie down over his messy hair. "Well, we're supposed to pick what we want to make and then....we have to use the wheel." Which he wasn't exactly sure how to use...he was more of someone who like to draw using a pencil and paper. This was elaborate.
He realized how small she was in every way and smiled a bit as he stood up, quite tall over her. She was also wearing all black, funny how that worked. |
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Post by Admin Lux on May 13, 2013 19:16:19 GMT -6
Adaryn bit her lip, her equivalent to a sheepish grin, as he commented on her lack of attention towards the instructor. And she watched curiously, though it didn't show in her eyes, as Monroe, as he said he liked to be called, stood up and placed a beanie on his head. More clothing? Where was it even coming from? She looked around for a backpack, but saw none. Well, he must be 'magical', she concluded sarcastically to herself.
He explained that they were to think of something to create, and then, well attempt to create it. It was a 'group' activity, Adaryn realized with a sigh. So there wasn't going to be an awkward silence, to her relief. But there was going to be some awkward small talk, which probably wouldn't do well with him. It never did well with anyone.
At that moment, she realized he was smiling at her, and her heart skipped a beat. Do have something on my face? Her hand reached to her cheek subconsciously as she felt to see if there was anything there. There had to be, right? He wouldn't smile at her just because she was... her? Right?
"Oh, well, thanks." She mumbled and looked away, staring at her sketchbook for a few moments. At least she might as well think of an idea, or he could. But yeah.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on May 13, 2013 23:11:33 GMT -6
"Yeah, no problem. I understand zoning out, especially in summer school. I'd way rather be doing something else than be here in a classroom when I'm here all year, you know?" Monroe tried to spark conversation with the girl, not knowing what else to do. She seemed kind of closed off and awkward, which didn't bother him too much, because if she'd been obnoxious, he would have ignored her completely. He just didn't do well with people like that, or really people in general. He could barely deal with himself. That was a job.
She was looking down at her sketchbook now and he wondered if she was thinking of an idea. "I'm not particularly into pottery. I normally just...draw stuff. So I don't know if you have any ideas..." [/center] |
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Post by Admin Lux on May 14, 2013 16:04:54 GMT -6
He was speaking to her, she realized as her mind ran through different things to create. She managed to catch the last part though, and felt a wave of relief wash over her. He wasn't weirded out by her yet, which was good. Though she didn't know how long that would last. But it was still nice.
When he said he preferred drawing over everything else, Adaryn actually shifted to gaze at the boy beside her. "Well... I was thinking of something simple like a bowl or a vase." She spoke softly, still avoiding eye contact. Despite the lack of eye contact, she could still see his facial features. He had long hair (for a male), and dark brown eyes. He was still smiling slightly, and she felt a blush creep up on her face.
Really Addie? She scolded herself, Do you really have to be that pathetic? Apparently she did, because her face only got redder. "Uh, sorry. I'm kind of cold and... my face get's red when that happens..." She tried to recover, but she stumbled on her words.
Well hello there awkward Addie, She thought bitterly, It's great to see you too.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on May 14, 2013 17:12:36 GMT -6
Monroe wasn't really sure what to say. He didn't want to talk the girl's ear off, as it seemed that she didn't really know what to say either, but he almost felt the need to fill the silence with something. Usually when he was around people they went on talking and he listened, chiming in a few words here and there, but with this girl, they both didn't say much and Monroe felt like he had to fill in the silences because she wouldn't. "Yeah, I was thinking about that too. A bowl or a vase...I don't know which one would be easier on a pottery wheel...I've never used one before." Thinking of designs for it would be fun though. "I guess we could start with getting some clay."
He could tell she wasn't having much luck with talking and so he decided to not make things worse for her and just shrugged, as if to say 'whatever.' "What's your name again?" She'd said it when she walked into the room, but that felt like ages ago. |
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Post by Admin Lux on May 14, 2013 17:41:16 GMT -6
"Clay would work," Adaryn said simply, opening up her sketchbook and quickly turning to a fresh page and doodling a quick bowl, and started sketching an easy design. Just some waves and marks that someone could do with their finger should they do it while the clay was still wet. Obviously, Adaryn had chosen the bowl since she was thinking it would be the easiest to create. She still didn't pay attention to when she said how to work it, but looking around, Adaryn noticed how the other students were doing it, and took that hint.
As he grabbed a wad of clay, he asked her name and she responded in a normal tone, though that was still quiet as compared to the rest of the students. "Adaryn." Didn't she say it in the beginning of class? He probably wasn't paying attention. Not that he should have. She was just another girl coming to class for the summer, right? Mustering the courage to ask him a question, she said "So you don't like the name Thomas?"
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Post by Admin Sydnee on May 14, 2013 21:38:40 GMT -6
Monroe was in no place to make fun of Adaryn's social skills, as he didn't have many of his own, so he mostly kept quiet. It was kind of endearing in a way, something that made him chuckle, not snidely...just...he didn't know how to explain it. As he grabbed the clay and molded it in his hands, he tried to look over at her sketchbook, squinting and catching a glimpse of the outline of a bowl. "Bowl it is, I guess," he said with a shrug and then nodded at her name. "Right, she said that....the teacher....when you walked in. Not your typical name. I like it." Monroe was king of things not typical. He chuckled at her question, but was pleased that she asked one. "Yeah....not really. It's too...proper. I don't know. I just wasn't feeling it." |
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Post by Admin Lux on May 15, 2013 13:52:02 GMT -6
"Thanks.." Adaryn's cheeks burned at the compliment, and she quickly turned her gaze to the sketchbook while he answered her. It wasn't that Adaryn hadn't gotten complimented on her appearance every once and a while, but that was by old friends or family members, which really didn't count. It was practically in their job description to say it. But then again, there were also days she felt pretty, but that was practically once in a blue moon, when she decided to actually pretty herself up. The only thing she wore was eyeliner on a daily basis. She liked how it gave shape to her otherwise thin looking eyes.
"Well, Thomas sounds nice to me..." She started slowly, making sure to choose the right words "But if you prefer Monroe, then that is a nice name too." Did that sound like flirting? God, how was she to know. But it sounded genuine, and she stumbled less as she started getting used to him.
Hmm... odd. It took a while for Adaryn to usually warm up enough to start having a stutter-free conversation. But there was something about him. He wasn't pushing her to speak, and he did say he preferred drawing over pottery, and Addie loved to draw.... And those combat boots. Those were pretty fricken cool, too.
"Ms. Breslin and Mr. Montgomery, enough chatting and get to working," Ms. Anderson scolded, and Adaryn stiffened and called out "Sorry, miss." Before looking back at Monroe.
"So do you want to start, or do you want me?" She asked softly. Either way, clay was bound to fly.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on May 15, 2013 20:59:06 GMT -6
"Sure," Monroe said with a shrug. He liked strange names. Hell, he liked strange things. It was kind of his trademark. "Anyway, Thomas is a nice enough name...just not for me." He couldn't help but make a wry facial expression when she said it was nice. "I mean, do you look at me and think Thomas? Tom? Tommy?" Bleh, especially to that last one. "But yeah...Monroe. It's my middle name." He shrugged again, a gesture known to him and moved the clay back and forth between his hands, nearly jumping when the teacher snapped on them to get to work.
"At least she didn't call me Thomas," he said, trying to count his victories. "Do you even know how to start? Because I sure as hell don't. All I did as a kid was take a rolling plan and flatten play-dough into a pancake. Talent, I know."
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Post by Admin Lux on May 24, 2013 17:42:50 GMT -6
Adaryn's lips quirked up for a moment "I don't see you as a Tommy," she said. But quickly after she said that her lips turned into a hard line, her gaze going back to the clay. She didn't realize what she said was something completely alright. She had the social skills of a tiger. Tigers rarely ever interacted with anyone but their cubs, and on occasion, when they were mating. But Adaryn did not have kids nor a mate, so yeah, she was isolated.
"I used a potting wheel maybe once in my life, so I barely know anything." She said, but she made the first move anyway, placing her hands on the wad of clay and pressing down on the pedal. A bit too hard, and clay flew for a moment before she moved her foot away, her face burning from her ears to her cheeks. "S-sorry" she practically squeaked, looking at how the clay got on him, and then how it hit her. But behind her panic, a laugh was bubbling up. "I-I didn't--" Adaryn tried swallowing the laugh, but it didn't work much. "--mean to." The laugh forced its way to the surface, and she covered her mouth when it did, but she couldn't help continuing. She was just too embarrassed.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on May 27, 2013 16:22:03 GMT -6
"I hope nobody ever sees me as Tommy so I can avoid being called it," Monroe stated in agreement with her. The name just reminded him of the little tyke in diapers in Rugrats unlocking the playpen with his toy screwdriver. A small smile appeared on his lips at the thought. "I'm more into....sketching stuff. You know?" He watched her cross over to the wheel. "You're a brave soul."
She pressed down on the clay a bit too hard and Monroe barely had time to lift up his arms to shield his face before clay flew in all directions, splattering his hat, his black shirt and his dark jeans. When he lowered his arms, he realized that Adaryn was covered too. "Seems you need a more....gentle touch," he said jokingly. He figured she would have a gentle touch as her personality seemed soft and timid, but apparently not. "It's fine though," he told her as she apologized, his eyes landing on his boots. He bent down to try and scrape off the clay and then he heard her begin to laugh, a soft, girly giggle that he wasn't expecting. He stood up and looked over at her, another smile appearing on his face. She'd seemed so straight faced before, her lips in a thin line as if smiling would cause someone to look at her. "Look at you, you can laugh."
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Post by Admin Lux on May 30, 2013 16:26:43 GMT -6
"I-" She sputtered out, and the teacher gave them another death glare as if to say 'one more warning and you are out of here'. It wasn't something Adaryn was used to receiving, considering she was always the quiet one who always handed in her work, even in art class at her previous school. "I usually do well. I guess I was a bit too rough this time." She seemed to calm down slightly, her smile fading back to the hard line she usually held. But when he commented on her laugh, her eyes widened slightly.
"I know I can laugh. It's human, isn't it?" She raised a brow. In all honesty, she was a bit offended by it, but the easy going smile Monroe wore was somewhat... calming. It was odd, the fact that she was being comforted by the things this stranger was doing. She felt her entire body go warm. In a nice way, of course.
"Well, we have to try again, and this time I promise I'll be a bit gentler this time."
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