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Thread: Out of Place (MrPenguin & OnnaOtaku)

A few of the families were already at the castle, waiting for their turn with the prince. They all had beautiful daughters, all trained and ready to be perfect wives and take over the kingdom. The first choice family soon arrived with their own daughter. But, although beautiful, she was very different from the others. Her long, alright white hair, hung down her back, small braids added just above her ears. Her narrowed blue eyes watched the girls around her as they whispered and muttered about her. She slowly shook her head as her parents took her towards the door, gently knocking on it and waiting for their turn to enter.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Why does the school have to be so big... Alexander thought to himself as he ran down the hallways of the school, climbing stairs like they were nothing. He was late, by at least 10 minutes. He had taken a shower from ice hockey, and it took a little longer than he thought. He hardly had time to stop at his locker, opening the lock with a frenzy, pulling out his art work and bag before slamming it and starting his run yet again. He was dressed in simple blue jeans and a white tee, something quick to throw on since he was running late in the morning, as well. But he actually had made it on time. He was toned, not super muscular, but you could see the lines from his working out from hockey. His face was sharp but soft, and his hair was slightly outgrown, enough that the wind from his running made it fly by. He reached the classroom and slowly opened the door. Sorry I'm late, Miss. He said, sincerely though in passing, heading over to a work easel and setting up for drawing.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor turned her head as the door opened, raising an eyebrow at late student. Well Alexander, how nice of you to decide to join us today. You are ten minutes late, yet again. You know my rulesif you are late you have to make up the time by staying after class. Do not give me excuses as too why, for they will not help you at all. The teacher said before she turned her attention back to the rest of the class. Do not stop students. Back to work on those drawings! Miss Taylor was a beautiful and sultry woman. She had just gotten her teaching degree from a popluar university and was hired almost immediately by the school. She had heard rumors that some of the male students had a major crush on her, but she didn't believe it at all. If she only could see herself as they did when they decide to be lazy for class. With dark black hair, stunning teal eyes, a pretty looking face, soft and tender lips, delicate features she almost looked like she was suited to be a fashion model then a teacher. And with her stunning body, one of supple firm C-cup breasts, a slender waist and delicate hips she would have graced the covers of many magazines. But modeling had never called to her since majority of the agencies told her that spots werent open. In fact, she was painting a beautiful picture at that moment while the rest of her students, including Alexander, worked on their own projects before dismissal. Her painting was a landscape of the mountains. Please remember students, you need to arrive on time so you can get to work and leave on time as well to make it to the buses or after school activities. She said, looking up from her work long enough to stare at Alexander, who she was not pleased with at all. You'll be staying after class and I might have to call your parents.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

He quickly sat down at his easel, pulling out his canvas papers and brushes. It took him a minute to get to what he had been working on, but the moment he flipped to it, he was working fast and hard. The drawing - that of a Elven female in a tree canopy - was maybe halfway done, but he had a knack for getting drawings done once he got his eye on them. It was maybe ten minutes before the whole scene was lightly sketched out. He winced visibly, feeling the burning of Miss Taylor's eyes on him as she stared at him. The jab was obviously at him, though he didn't do anything else to show that he heard it. He took his time painting, using very small and thin brushes to get the strokes and coloration of every detail right. Sadly, he was only halfway done before the bell rung. He didn't put his stuff away as everyone else packed up, figuring he could get some more of it done to dry before he was ordered to do whatever she needed him to do for detention. Sighing, he didn't get too much done before the room was empty besides the two of them, and he quickly put his stuff away, the painting off to the side to dry on its own. What do you need me to do, Miss Taylor?
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor looked at Alexander with some somberness in her eyes. The lad had so much potential, but his tardiness had held him back a bit. She did a mental not to call up his parents to see if he had any type of problems in and out of the house. However, the young thought it would good to use this time and draw herself. Some of the students dont know that she having apprenticeship as well for art gallery. Though youre in detention today, I think youll in good use. I want you as my muse for today at least. This doesnt me however that well be doing this everyday. I still expect you to show up in class on time as I will call your parents to make sure. Her blue eyes look at him some more before she took out her stuff for some drawings on her own. Now dont move. She sat there, looking at the canvas as she started to work. Her eyes were still clearly focused on something. If you need to know, I prefer to draw males and females since I like to draw out a story in my mind and explore some more.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

He turned his head back towards her as he listened to her words, and was quite shocked to hear what she wanted. But he nodded, moving to be in the open so she could do her art. He had figured that She was doing art for some other organization, since he had seen so little of her drawings in the classroom. Those that he had seen, though, were fantastic. His blue eyes looked at hers, waiting for her to start. When he heard her command, he nodded back, holding as still as possible. There is problems at home. He said, when she wasn't looking, so she knew. Parents are divorced. I deal with enough fighting with them, and I work a lot to take care of myself. I was late today because I got in the shower too late today after hockey. He simply watched her do her drawing, wondering how long it would take. But being a art muse sure did beat cleaning up. I may be late often just because of that. I would rather be late and clean than stink and be on time. He laughed softly, before taking his rigid form again. Waiting for her to say he was finished for the day.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

She looked face him, seeing his upper body and leaned a bit forward toward him. The light on him was perfect that accented his face and hair. Don't move just yet! She said, a little louder than she expected from her voice She moved away, turning the easel to be facing away from him, pulling over her pain palette and sketching pencils. Her hands were fast on the canvas, almost as though her speed would rip through it. But it held, and she was soon painting. It was about 40 minutes later that she spun the easel around so he could see it. I think I have other ideas for drawings myself as I wait for a call from the museum.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

He waited a good while before she turned the easel around, showing him the painting. His jaw dropped slightly. Wow... That looks amazing, Miss Taylor. He said, turning to her with a nod. No wonder you're the art teacher here. I'm sure the Museum will call you soon. He stood, grabbing his stuff and heading towards the door. I'll see you tomorrow in class.' He closed the door behind him, then headed off to get out of the school. ----- The next day didn't go so well for him. He was running late to Art yet again, but this time it wasn't his fault. He had taken a rather nasty hit by a hockey puck, but it wasn't something to get that worked up on. Washing up, he realized the time, and sped it up. Only 5 minutes late this time, he opened the classroom door and went to his easel. Sorry I'm late again, Miss Taylor.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor looked over to the side and saw that the young man was late for her classagain. At least he wasnt very late that would cause him of missing the early portions of the lesson. I thought that you would be on this time around, but I see that you have that nasty hit around the eye area. But I dont see some kind of paper from the nurses office. Youre on detention again young man. The art teacher with a stern look at Alexander, before she resumed to her little design.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Leg, but doesn't matter too much. He grumbled slightly as he sat down and got to work. He started painting the ocean, as from looking from the beach. There was islands in the distance, and to add to the imagery, he made it at sunset, the reds and blues easily melding together for a good painting. It took most of the class, so when the bell rang, he was last to set it aside, then sitting at his seat, waiting for orders from the teacher. What will it be for today, Ma'am?
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor thought about something that she should be doing. The reason being she had to come up with some provocative drawingspictures involving humans. The only way for her to get time to do such thing was after classes ended. You, strip. Now. Youre going to be helping me with some racy art. So consider yourself lucky kiddo
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

He heard her words, blushed, but nodded. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a rather toned body from working out, though it wasn't so muscular that it was ugly. Then he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and put them in them, then pushed his pants off. There was a bruise on his thigh, but it wasn't too bad. He left his boxers on as he sat on the table. How do you want me oriented, Ma'am? He asked, though slightly embarrassed.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor had that sinister, but naughty look on her face when she saw his body. She knew that it was against the rules to flirt around with a student. Her teaching could be revoked when that happens. However, she doesnt care about that rule at all. The art teacher wanted to get good drawing that are hot and sexy to the eyes. I want you standing up, spread style, she ordered him as she tapped pencil on her lip, as the smile hadnt disappeared from her face.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

He knew the rules too, that she could get in trouble for this... that was, if anybody found out. And he was going to make sure that nobody did. He might be nervous, but Miss Taylor was THE hottest teacher in the school. He should be thankful for what she was doing. He still had his boxers on, and she didn't tell him to remove them, which was good. He heard her words, and he nodded, standing, spreading his legs, then thinking what would be a good touch. He leaned back against the table slightly, his hands moving back to hold himself up. The bend he made accentuated his chest and stomach muscles a good bit. Like this?
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor looked at the pose he made and was satisfied with it. She knew that Alexander was a good kid, but didnt know that he would have a fine body to go along with it. The art teach shook her head as naughty thoughts were racing through her. She cant have that line of thinking at allstill fearing the one of the faculty members catching them and call the school superintendent to fire her. However, it was worth the riskall or nothing as they say. Yes, thats excellent. Miss Taylor said as she started to draw on this anatomy.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

He heard her words, nodded as he held the pose. It wasn't exactly a easy thing to hold, his arms growing stiff from the pose, but he held it for her. It was slightly cold in there, not cold enough to shrink, but cold enough that it made him hard, a thick length that pushed against the front of his boxers. He blushed slightly when he realized it, but he was able to ignore it. He waited for her to finish, hoping that it would be soon, so he could put his clothes back on. At this point, the only thing he was fearing was a need of another painting that afternoon.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor continued to draw the young man as she started the coloring part of the process. She looked up at the clock and saw that she doesnt have that much time as she needed to head out for some teacher stuff soon. Once the young woman placed the finishing touched on the art, she smiled sweetly to Alexander to let him know that she was done. Okay, Alex. Im all done finally. It took her about an hour to get that done, but it was well worth the time. She turned the art around and showed it to him, What do you think?
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

He hadn't been watching the clock, since being able to see it would mean moving, and he didn't want her to mess up and start over. So when she finally said that she was done, which was about a hour later, he was thankful, and he stretched his arms and legs out, getting the knots out from them. He took a look at the painting, and couldn't help a laugh. That looks wonderful. HE said, taking a long look to go over every line of her work. They'll take your work for sure.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

Miss Taylor looked at Alexander with a smile on her face, as he liked the work she had done that took precious time to do. Everything about the picture was perfect. It would go nicely to the collection for the museum in a few weeks. She might get monetary grant for such work, but also knew that doing such thing might jeopardize her job. However, the means outweighed the consequences. Thank you, Alexander, she said sweetly to the talented-but-tardy student. Anyway, youre dismissed for the day and for goodness sake, come on time for class.
Thread: classroom folly (me and Sinful)

I'll try. He said, picking up his stuff and leaving for the say. ----- Friday, he was going to enjoy the weekend, he knew it. He had it all planned out for hockey. He was in the showers slightly early, getting his stuff, and was in the art class a few minutes early. He put his stuff down, then left the room quickly, needing to go the the bathroom, though. The halls were surprisingly empty when he got out, and when he got back, he looked at the clock. 5 minutes late again. Damn it! He said, low enough that nobody would hear.
Thread: Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

The golden wash of sunset was retreating behind the shelter of the Chicago skyline, limning the uppermost point of the Willis Tower for one still moment, like the star atop a Christmas tree, before it faded altogether and the buildings settled into the hazy gray of dusk. Windows blinked awake across the cityscape in quick, sporadic bursts until the sky was once again illuminated, now with artificial light. Frank Bishop watched night descend from his vantage point in a deserted parking lot, far enough from the epicenter of the city that there were no tall buildings obscuring his view of the night sky. He felt apart from the city here, in the quiet, but he knew it wouldn't last. Once full dark arrived, as it was due to do any moment now, the kids would arrive in a caravan of sleek, custom cars, filling the abandoned lot to capacity with their bright lights and their thumping sound systems and their youthful aggression. With a sigh, Frank pushed off the hood of his gleaming black 1969 Dodge Charger and stood to his full height, just shy of 6'3, and checked his watch. Any minute now, the place would explode with noise and activity. Frank hated visiting the races, watching all the hard work he and other technicians poured into some trust fund kid's ricer rendered obsolete by amateur driving and sheer ineptitude. But every once in a while there came along a set of wheels so cherry that he couldn't resist his burning desire to see it in action. Tonight was just such a night. Frank wasn't a regular at the races, but he was by no means a stranger to them, either. Half the kids came to him or one of his associates for all their custom work and half who didn't at least knew somebody who did. He had enough of a reputation, at least, that when some fool's exhaust started pumping white with a blown gasket, on more than one occasion it was followed by the fearful words, Bishop is gonna be pissed . He stuck out like a sore thumb, too, standing taller than most of the drivers, with broader shoulders and a head of striking black hair that was perpetually disheveled due to his tendency to poke his head into an engine at a moment's notice. He came straight from work, so he fully looked the part of the greaser, as well, his muscular chest and big, corded arms encased in an oil-stained t-shirt that may, at one point in its career, have been white but was now something more accurately described as 'grayish.' His jeans were in an equal state of disrepair, but since he only wore black, it wasn't quite so obvious in the dimness under the single burning light pole. Not long after he checked his watch, a buzzing rose up in the distance, steadily growing into an angry growl of dozens of tricked out engines making their way to the meet-up. Soon, a long line of headlights was visible down the previously empty highway, and Frank's broad mouth pulled into an ironic, gleaming white grin. Here come the troops, he said to himself.
Thread: Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

As night fell, the hoard of racers filed into the parking lot, forming their little rows and columns of race car perfection. The women soon took up residence, filing out to strut their barely clad bodies and hit on the drivers, some knowing what they were talking about- others simply eye-candy for the hormone-laced drivers. Romulus Abel was not amongst them, yet. He always took his time coming to the lots, fiddling with certain gadgets and additions he had put into his car. He had had his own mechanic- his sister, Tira. But he no longer had her. Feeling grief start to seep back into his bones and burn like acid behind his eyes, he turned up his music and pushed on the gas pedal, changing gears as he went. He soon made his entrance into the lot, heavy metal blaring as his red, silver, and black McLaren F1 slid gracefully amongst the other cars. Most of the drivers here had Hondas, Chevys, and other cars they had destroyed and rebuilt. But Abel's car was much different. He had resurrected his fine piece of work from the ashes of a graveyard and built it up completely with his sister. As he pulled into the lot into his designated spot, he swallowed back his grief and stepped out of his vehicle, turning off the car as he did. He probably wasn't going to race tonight since he had a few kinks to work out with his vehicle, but he made it a habit to show and give advice to other drivers. He wasn't much older than the others, being only 23, but he knew his stuff. Looking around with eyes of amethyst mixed with streaks of jade, Abel gave practiced smiles and handshakes to those who knew him. Several women sauntered up to him, and he took in their skankified forms, but he felt nothing. His grief had killed any sex drive or stirrings of arousal he may have once had. The drivers who knew him personally gave him knowing looks- both sad and sympathetic. The wound was still fresh as he scanned the crowd, black and red hair swaying with his movements. His body structure was like most drivers buff yet sleek, well proportioned. He had a handsome face, though marred with a few scars on his left cheek like claw marks and a cut across his nose just below his eyes. Abel was half Native American and half Irish, lending him features of both that added to his appeal, especially his tempting light brown skin. As he scanned the crowd, his gaze stumbled upon whom could only be Frank Bishop. He was taller than the others, including Abel who stood at 5'11''. As he took in the man's demeanor, he found himself feeling odd but he shook the feeling off as he started walking in that direction, greeting several drivers. But he wasn't attached to these drivers much anymore. Not after what happened. Hell, he would never be the same again. Yet the stars winked above them and he soon heard the roars of engines as two races started at the other end of the parking lot. He took in the sounds and smells like a man in the desert does water. This was his element and besides, he needed Bishop to check out his ride.
Thread: Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

Uh oh, Daddy's watching, trilled a pretty young girl as she slid out the passenger side of a Lancer. Frank scarcely recognized her. She was one of the groupies, as Frank had come to think of them, who flocked to the races in search of men and a certain kind of groupie status. Occasionally, one of them would set her sights on him, but he'd long ago mastered the fine art of the cool dismissal, so for the most part they steered clear of him. Except, of course, when they were busting his balls. Not even gonna touch that one, Frank said, still smiling. A couple of drivers came to bend his ear and, though Frank wasn't technically on the clock, he didn't mind sharing his wisdom with a few overly eager kids. He actually found it comforting when the drivers took an active interest in actually learning about their vehicles. It gave him hope for the future. Frank nodded slowly as a man of about twenty went on about problems he was having with his cold-air intake, his dark eyes scanning the expanding crowd all the while. He hadn't spotted his pet project yet and he was starting to wonder if it was even going to show. Sounds like you need a bypass filter, he said absently. Moron who installed it should have told you that and-- His attention fell on a young man with dark skin, black and red hair, and a curious sort of expression on his face. ... ought to have his license taken away. Hydrolock ... He was slim, but well built, and he had these mesmerizing scars that could have been considered disfiguring to some, but Frank found they enhanced the exotic picture he made. ... pretty common ... Frank had no idea what he was saying, anymore. And the boy with the intake problem was starting to look at him funny. You all right, Bishop? Frank shook his head to clear it and flashed the youth a broad smile. Yeah, fine. Look, could you excuse me? I think there's-- Yes, there's something I need to take care of. Sorry, excuse me. Frank smoothly sidestepped the small gathering of people, and started for the boy with the scars, strolling at an unhurried pace but with obvious purpose. He met him halfway, and stopped short. He was certain that the young man had been heading in his direction, too, so he didn't bother introducing himself. He just lifted his eyebrows, looking down his long, straight nose at the stranger with a faint smirk. Hello, he said. His voice was deep, matching his size, but clear and smooth. You look like you might need a little help.