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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 2:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 2:56 pm
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Throw it away xxxxxxxForget yesterday xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWe'll make the great escape ↖xxxx↘xxxx↖xxxx↘xxxx↖xxxx↘xxxx↖xxxx↘xxxx↖xxxx↘ We are finally free tonight
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☀ Thinking he looked cool on the outside, Keahi felt quite the opposite on the inside, as he was troubled what to do the next time he saw Daniel. He was big, right? Well, he was bigger than girls; which meant Daniel was probably bigger. But he was muscular, right? Well, in the stomach; not so much the shoulders. With nothing but fruit to eat on the island almost everyone was muscular in the stomach. Which meant Daniel was still probably bigger. And Keahi had to be better somehow. The kid made him blush more times than he's smiled in his life! Maybe it wasn't the the physical stuff that was bothering him? He didn't know. Keahi had a dominant/competitive-complex, he just wanted to be in control of his own feelings. This was a problem, that had to be fixed.
Arriving at his destination, Keahi stopped in the door way, scanning the room. Although heading to the gym to beef up, Keahi ended up at the Art room, finding -the only teacher he wanted to talk to- in the middle of a conversation. He had just asked another student a question. But that didn't stop the most important person on Earth from taking over. "Mr. Mortimer, I have a question!" He said with a more than serious face -with a less than serious problem.
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 3:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 3:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 6:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 7:10 pm
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Ⓥιяιℓε • Ⓜσяȶιмεя
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❝ The man stood up and place his hands on the table, one sitting on either side of the boy. He leaned closed to his face and looked him in the eyes, his forehead barely hovering from the others. "Let's hope he's no one kitten, because I don't take kindly to people- men- who mess with my pets." He said indignantly, moving away from the other in a huff, hair somewhat messy and disheveled in his sudden actions. He removed his scarf and set it on the table, pacing in front of the board, clearly upset. He crossed his arms over his chest and avoided looking at Keahi. Virile bit down on his own lip and kicked the chair he was sitting in only moments before. With the chair a few feet away, he squatted down on the floor, facing the wall. He smoothed his hair back and let out a shaky sigh, hands moving to cover his face as he attempted to regain his composure. "s**t!" He cursed to himself. "Kitten- " He stopped himself, and turned, regret set in his eyes. "I'm sorry, that was immature of me..." He paused and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes and biting his lip. "Did you ever think if he liked you back?" He decided on finally, taking a different approach to trying to convince the boy to let go of his crush.
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『σσȼ : 』
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 10:08 pm
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Ⓥιяιℓε • Ⓜσяȶιмεя
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❝ Virile stood up and took off his coat. He rolled up the sleeves to his white button up and held out a hand to Keahi. "I'm sorry kitten, I'm afraid it's a bit hard to control how you feel, though you can control how you act." He said, pointing towards the table he set clay out on. "Let's work on class things for now though, shall we? It'll get our minds of this for a bit hm," The man took Keahi's hand and led him carefully over to the tables in the back, motioning for the other students to follow as well. "We're going to start on basic things today, the million layer technique and wedging if we get to it." Virile opened a bag that contained balls of clay. He offered one to Keahi, then Miku and then 3. He grabbed one for himself and set it on the table before moving to the back sinks to get a few plastic bowls, filling one with water and the other with a odd muddy clay and water mixture. He set both bowls in the middle of the table and then pointed to the mud clay. "This is slip and its like glue, water here, works basically the same, but you really want to use the slip for this technique." He said, taking up his ball of clay. He brought it to one of the nylon mini-ropes tied to the table and demonstrated how to cut the clay into disks. "You place the clay under this wire here, and put a hand on both sides, and then pull the clay on the wire till it goes through." with several swift motions he cut the ball into 6 clean disks and set them in a pile in front of him. "You try now."
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『σσȼ : 』
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 10:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 2:02 am
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♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ Remi - 3 - Lockheart ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠
thoughts : I did it.... with : Mortimer and Miku feeling : accomplished
3 was watching the whole time. Watching the blonde kid and Virile. 3 didn't even notice until Virile called him ' kitten. ' why would he do that ? wasn't 3 his pet ? this made 3 blush in jealousy. Without opening his mouth, he gritted his teeth. He didn't like watching this all fold out, that was for sure. He decided to go back to his drawing. It's not like 3 had the courage to say anything about it, but he wished that he did. 3's drawing was coming out well. He had finished his last drawing and moved to another one that was unfinished. He decided not to ad color to this drawing, for he wasn't in a good mood. He didn't like to color things when he wasn't in a good mood, because he did it differently when he did. The colored pencil tips would always break when he colored when he was unhappy, and they were challenging for him to fix. Most people wouldn't notice, but 3 had hard times doing simple every day things. Art, and performing arts were how he escaped into his own world, where he was finally good at something, where it didn't matter what someone else thought if he liked what he drew. This particular drawing was more based off of a flower, but 3 gave the petals his own abstract flare. After a moment, he smiled softly at his drawing. For now it was done. 3 looked up, wanting to show Virile, but his smile quickly turned into a frown. Virile was now going to start the class, so he didn't have time to show him his drawing. He bit his lip, wanting to ask him if he could, but knew it wasn't the time and that he didn't have the courage. He swallowed, getting his own things. Thinking of how Virile demonstrated, 3 got the hang of it after a moment. Smiling a little, as he cut them into 6 disks as well, the disks weren't as even as Virile's but 3 didn't mind at all. " i did it..." he whispered, feeling accomplished. In some ways, 3 was could seem like he was very childish, and that he would never grow up. But most of the time 3 was actually surprised by things, like him being able to do things and getting depressed when he couldn't, but becoming happy again when he found something he could do. He glanced over at Virile, waving to him so he didn't have to talk to come over and look at what he had done. 3 had his hair back over his right eye. He liked it there, even though Virile seemed as if he didn't. Maybe it would annoy him as much as it annoyed 3 for Virile to give so much attention to that other kid who had just taken off. Now it was just 3, Virile, and another kid that he didn't know yet. Maybe they could make friends of time ? who knows.
OutOfCookies : __
what he's drawing :
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