ooc:// I agree. So here we go! ^.^

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Damien sat in the court yard of the boarding school just lettin the breeze mess up his hair and pull on the sides of his black leather jacket. He let out a relaxed sigh as he leaned back laying his head on teh soft green gra.ss. he loved the outdoors, expecially when it was a day just like this. The weather was perfect and not a soul seemed to be around to disturb his little peace. In fact this was his only down time between cl*censored*es, hell it was everone's donw time. The next set of cl*censored*es did't start until 1 and at the moment it was 11:30. It was officially lunch time, which Damien always skipped. He owuld rather starve outside than sit in the cafeteria with everyone else and all that noise.

"Mother" Damien whispered glancing up at the white fluffy clouds blowing a crossed the sky. "I don't understand things, but I think I like it here." Releasing another relaxed sigh a smile crept on his face as he watched the clouds. His blue eyes softened as he imagined how life would have been if his mother had not committed suicide and left him to his father. "I wonder if you would have approved my life style" he added out loud to his thoughts thinking about the whole bisexual/gay thing. "Could you imagine what father would do if he found out? I can and that's not something I want to face alone."

This was Damien's daily ritual. Every day at lunch he would come out here and lay in the gr*censored* to talk to his mother. It was one of the ways to feel at ease about his life and the things going on around him. Some kids wrote in journals, some made pictures but Damien seemed to talk to the sky. The only days he wasn't outside were the ones when it was raining. Then he was stuck inside just like everyone else. Those days were always the worst. The teachers didn't let them go outside due to the fact they didn't want wet kids running around the halls creating death puddles everywhere waiting to claim victims.

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Inside the building, Azreal was currently in her cl*censored* room shuffling through papers making sure they were all in order to p*censored* out in her next cl*censored*. She couldn't take the time to go to lunch when she knew her cla.ssroom was a mess. Sighing, Azreal seemed to place the books on the desks, but change her mind half way through taking them back up. "I have no clue what we are going to do today." she frowned glancing at the white board just trying to imagine what stuff would be written on it in about two-three hours when cla.ss started.

Acario sat within his clas-sroom, arranging things where they needed to be, his bright silver eyes narrowing as he scrutinized his work. When he was satisfied, he nodded lightly and crossed his arms, smiling. It was a rare thing for any of the students to see him smile, mostly because in every clas-s, at least one person broke the rules. He sighed at the mere though of it, closing his eyes as he sat down in his chair at his desk, awaiting the first wave of students to file in.

((... :D)) 

ooc:// Nothing. We just started. ^.^

ooc:// opps. Double post.

James sketched the boy that was laying out in the open. (Damien) He hoped he wouldn't notice him, he liked sketching when his models were being natural and not posing for him. Even when they weren't posing and just sitting there, but they were aware of his presence, James felt they were still posing.

The boy had been there for a while, but so had he so he had nothing to say about it. His deep green eyes darted from the sketch pad to his muse and back again, directing the charcoal in his fingers. Adding the tree into the back ground and adding darker shades here and there. The wind lightly played with his hair and the edges of the page, but they weren't enough to flip the pages or obscure his vision. 

Once he was finished and deemed the sketch worthy, he ran his hand over the page. This left a slight smudge across the whole sheet, making it look dramatic. then, he signed the corner just in time for another boy to fall out of the tree near the first. Making James look up in concern and surprise. 

((-hum-

Mmm. I might make my teacher venture outside. ouo)) 

Damien jumped at the sound of the scream then watched as Drake fell out of the tree. "Holy crap" he muttered pushing hismelf up to his feet. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked curiously walking over to the boy. Damien hadn't noticed anyone and this was a total suprise to have someone fall out of a tree near you, especially when you thought you were alone. As he neared, Damien looked up into the tree.

"How high up were you?" he asked focusing back on the boy. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole alone, talking to himself thing.

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Azreal ended up giving up on her clas.sroom and just left it the way it was. She didn't have time to run around fixing things then redoing them because her mind couldn't figure out what it wanted. She walked out of the cla.ssroom and pa.ssed by Arcario's. Stopping, Azreal leaned against the doorway admiring how he had everything ready and set up. "You have to teach me how you prepare before hand and not freak out" she said softly not moving from the doorway a little scared she was inturupting him.

James closed the sketched book and got ready to get up, eyes on both of the boys in front of him. He didn't move quite yet but waited to see if the second was injured and in need of any help before he would make himself known.

((Rika: lol~)) 

Acario lifted his head from going through a couple papers when he heard Azreal speak, silver eyes resting on her a moment before he smiled again. "It's a habit I've had since I was younger," he stated as he stood up, pushing his chair away from his desk. "I'm not only strict on my students, but also strict on myself," he added, folding his hands behind him as he spoke.

((ouo)) 

James narrowed his eyes as he thought, he seemed ok enough, But he would feel better if they got him to the infirmary as soon as possible. Then he realized he did sorta come out of no where and straightened up. "I'm James." He announced his name to the small group. "I noticed you fall and came to see if you were ok." He explained to the two of them. "I'd feel better if you could get to the infirmary." He told Drake. 

“Thanks” Damien said with a warm smile before noticing the pain on Drake’s face. “I’ll be happy to help, your obviously hurt and that’s not cool” he frowned a little hesitant to do something seeing he had no clue what to do. He didn’t know if they should go to the nurse or just let Drake decide on what to do. With James words Damien seemed to stifle a laugh. “I think I’m loosing my touch noticing people but anyway. I agree with James. The infirmary is the place you need to be. We don’t want that being permanent or healing weird” he frowned. “Why don’t you lean on us while we walk you…if that’s okay with you James.”  

 Azreal smiled softly before letting a laugh escape her. “I’m not as structured as you are. I swear I have ocd, but oddly enough when I do fix things they aren’t perfect in my eyes” she commented shaking her head. She brushed a piece of blue hair behind her ear before smiling. “Why don’t you take a break from this” she said standing up straight. “I was just heading to the music room did you want to join me or are you to busy?”