James smiled at Drake, then suddenly remembered his sketch book. "Oh... Be right back." James scurried away to find where he had left his sketch pad. he thought had might have had a heart attack when he didn't find it right away. Then he realized he hadn't quite reached it when he saw it a few more feet away.

He sighed and went to pick it up out of the gra.ss. "I should take more care of this thing if I'm gonna get so upset about it." He told himself as he went back to the pair. He held his pad close to him, hoping they wouldn't notice. He heard the end of Damien's sentence. he could almost cook, if Cereal, Ramen and Potato Chips counted.  

Damien grinned at the two before noticing James dart off to go get something. Curiosity tugged at his mind as he watched him for a moment before turning to Drake with a warm smile. "Maybe i'll make something delicious and bring it to you guys tomorrow. Any preferences?" he questioned before noticing James' sketch pad.

"Hey, are you big into art?" he asked curiously turning his attention to James. "or is it just a random thing? My mother used to be an artist. She had crazy talent with a pen although, the only thing she would ever dare to draw were flowers. I didn't understand that little fetish" he said before realizing he was mainly talking to himself when he referanced his mom. A light pink formed on his cheeks and a cross his nose as he averted his gaze to the grond in front of him. 'That's very smart Damien' He thought within the own safety of his mind cursing himself softly. He had a bad tendency to just admit things without noticing.

"Ah~" James puckered his lips in thought. "Nothing here." He replied cheerfully, referring to Damien's question about food. His cheerfulness changed to light embarr*censored*ment when he then asked about his sketch pad and hoped to god that he didn't want ot look at it. Especially the latest picture. The others were of random teachers and students doing random, natural things around school He also had plants and animals in there as well but mostly people.

"Yeah, I'm pretty 'big' om art." James replied, "But I used whatever I can get my hands on. Pens, pencils, pastels, markers, charcoal. I like using different things and getting different results." I'm rambling... He thought to himself 

Drake watched them have their conversation. When Damien had brought up the subject of food, he really had no idea what kind of food he liked. He'd lived on fast food most of his life, and the cafeteria food here was honestly getting old. When the subject changed to art, he couldn't resist grinning. He wasn't the best artist, but he enjoyed drawing in his spare time. He guessed he was all right, but it really was nothing special.

He stared up at the clouds, finding the pain in his neck had ceased; for now anyway. The white clouds drifted above head, and the soft breeze blew his hair in his face. His hair was somewhat long, so of course he was annoyed, and held his hair back from his eyes. He liked his hair, but he liked scenery just as much, and was one of those people that often stopped to smell the flowers. Turning back to Damien and James, he listened in on their conversation.

  James sounded quite professional to him. He noticed the slight look of embarra.ssment on Damien's face when he spoke of his mother's talent. Apparently she only drew flowers. That was fine with him, since he really only drew flowers as well. They might've been a girl thing, but he found talent in mainly those.

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"Yes, I'm taking art this year." James smiled, fingering his sketch pad, he wondered where he had drop his piece of charcoal but he had plenty more back in his dorm. "I was actually out here working on a piece for cl*censored*." James informed him. He looked to Drake, waiting or his answer. It would be great if he had more in common with these two, but then again after this they might not ever see each other again. This was a big campus and this was only lunch time.

James liked to skip lunch, he didn't eat all that much because he usually got sick right after eating and the meal would be gone. This had always happened whether he wanted it to or not, thats the reason why he was so extremely skinny and had womanly features.  

Drake eyed them, both seemingly staring at him, expecting an answer. "uh, There's an art cla.ss here? I don't know half the cla.sses I'm taking..." He admitted. Honestly, he'd not kept track of his cla.sses. Most of the time he skipped, or went with the flow; it depended on his mood. He wasn't technically into this school either; he would have rather been at home enduring the hate of his mother or in the prison, then at this school.

"I'm not sure." He shrugged. "I've never actually taken art cl*censored*es. I draw flowers too. That's about it." he hung his head, slightly embarra.ssed. Glancing at his arm, he shouted in surprise, sweeping the same spider off. THere was something about spiders today... turning his attention back to them, he walked to the other side of them, where he was sure he was less likely to be attacked.  

((...Oh. >>;))

Acario slid his hands into his pockets and followed after Azrael, tilting his head slightly. "You know, I think this is the first time another teacher has invited me to go on a break with them. I think I intimidate them too much," he said, a thoughtful look crossing his face. 

ooc:// hehe. Oi my head hurts. Holding a light makes things dizzy especially when you have been sitting in the dark four about five days.

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Azreal smiled and laughed lighlty. "You don't intimidate me. In fact not a lot of people can" she smirked heading towards the music room. "in fact, honestly, you remind me of those scare bears that you can find in the dark retail stores. All evil and mean looking on the outside but once you read their little cards there's a proper reason they look and act the way they do." So azreal wasn't really thinking of her word choices and only just now figured out it was the most stupidest metap*censored* she had ever used. "heh...or not" she muttered running her fingers through her hair once more. "I had a point but it seemed to fail...horribly." she laughed while pushing open the door to the music room setting her eyes on the sleek black piano that lay in the corner of the room.

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Damien listened to Drake and James before nodding. "Cool but that is one cl*censored* you won't see me in sadly" he laughed lighlty before turning his full attention to Drake who seemed to shout and slide on the other side of them. Eyeing the ground to find what made Drake shout he had spotted the little beast. Immediately his face fell and he sort of backed away whispering 'eww' to himself trying his best not to show his true colors and freak out on the two boys. "hehe...well if you guys don't have any plans for after school, i'm heading over to the dance studio. Your are welcome to join me, or well I really plan on ditching my last cl*censored* to go, but i'll be there if you wish to show up and watch" he grinned feeling a little bad that he had made friends but seeing he wasn't big into a few things he might not be able to hang around them. That sort of sucked in Damien's mind.

Drake didn't lose the brightness surrounding him, nor the happy smile on his face; he noticed Damien was avoiding the spider. Again, he was happy he wasn't the only one who disliked them. He perked up when Damien spoke of dancing later on in the studio.

"I'm in!" he beamed an even brighter smile, causing him to look idiotic, or at least, that was how he would have pictured it. This was the happiest he'd been, and he was suddenly starting to think that this place might not have been so bad after meeting the two. If he'd smiled any more, his face might have torn.

 He ditched most of his clas.ses, so he doubted it'd really matter much if he skipped or not in the first place. He usually walked into random cla.sses whenever he felt he wanted to do something there.  There were so many students, the teachers rarely noticed. Or that was what he thought. Either way, it didn't matter to him. 

((Oops, double post. D: sorry.))

((....I have a child touching me....with his feet and his hands.... -bl
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Why do children always seem to be attracted to me....when I don't like them? D|))

Acario tilted his head, slightly confused. "A...Scare Bear?" he asked, blinking. He'd never heard of those before...though he had heard of Care Bears. He rubbed his neck lightly before looking around, trying to think of what one of these...Scare Bears might look like. "Ah, it's probably not the worst thing I've ever been compared to," he told her, smiling. "I had a student last year compare me to a dragon since I 'roar' a lot." He chuckled, shaking his head.

ooc:// If you looked up scare bears, I am sorry beause their original name is 'Teddy Scares' My friend has this one: http://teddyscares.com/bear_bios/bios_4.html

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"Really!?!" Damien asked with a giant smile a little suprised that someone else would actually step foot in the dance studio. The studio was actually going to let him work on a c*censored*ography he had been dying to do for the longest time. They had told him to be there arond two and seeing school didn't let out till three he was forced to skip his last cl*censored*. he was okay with that because he got to do something he loved. "yay" he whispered to himself restraining from jumping up and down like an idiot. He figured they would see enough energy at the studio later and now was not the time to go all crazy.

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Azreal laughed and shook her head. "Umm. A dragon is better than what I just called you. Sorry. I was a morbid child when I was growing up, which probably describes my looks today" she gave an innocent laugh before wlakin over to the piano and lfiting the cover up. "You play any?" she asked curiously runnng her fingers lightly a cross the white keys making sure not to make any sount just yet.

(( Same here Rika!! Dx I'll be sitting there and a random child comes up and wants to play w/ me and I'm like.... "Ew~" XD lol But I'm too nice so I end up being nice back and they never go away o O ))

James frowned, "My art cla.ss is last period..." He said quietly, looking down at the gra.ss. "So..." he puckered his lips in thought. Art was his favorite subject of the day, and it being the last gave him a motive not to ditch any of his cla.sses which is why he had changed it.

He was doing exceptionally well in all of his cla.sses. Top marks. Listening to the teachers and doing the work that they give you will have this result.He moved forward, almost automatically and stepped on the spider, then casually stepping back. Dead spider. "But I guess I could come later." He continued as if he hadn't just committed spider homicide. 

ooc:// Children love me and I find it annoying. I can be walking in walmart and a kid will somehow find its way to my leg all "Hi!" I'm a kid magnet.

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Damien watched James step on the sipider instantly wanting to rush forward and hug him, but didnt. He let his mind do all the hugging and squeezig out of thankfulness that the creppy little thing was dead. He gave a small smile and brought his hand up running it through his hair thinking. "Well I normally stay late anyway. My cla.ss starts at two, doesn't end until five, but I have a feeling i'll call it quits early. Normall allways do" He gave a slight laugh. "My body can't take a lot of beating without breaking, but the staff there knows so...yeah. Easy cla.sses" he gave a smile before turning his attention to the sky.

((Me too. ;n; I smile and play with them and humor them...and they don't. Go. Away.

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And is it weird that I actually find those Teddy Scares kinda cute? e.o;)) 

Acario chuckled, his mind subconsciously moving to his own childhood. He shook it off immediately as he moved over. "Not piano," he told her, leaning against the large instrument as his gaze moved to her hands to watch her play, silver eyes unusually curious.