Artistry I

Kamile's face snaps toward the door as she hears footsteps approaching, Straightening her shirt and hair, she calmly folds her hands on her desk and clears her throat. Watching her first student enter the class her heart started pounding excitedly. This was the first of many! Calming herself once more she prepared herself to stand and greet the new student, only to see him hit the desk's corner and finally the floor. Kamile jumped out of her seat, her breasts bouncing within their restraints as she hurried over to the boy clamoring into his seat.

"Are you okay? Do you need some ice?"

Kamile would bite her bottom lip anxiously bending over the boy. Gently pulling his right hand away from his face with her left hand gazing into his brown eyes and then looking over his face for injury. After seeing he is fine and smiling, Kamile turns to the door to see two students laughing as they entered.

"Here in my classroom we do not laugh at other's misfortunes. Things like that will not be tolerated." As she spoke her voice became sharp as daggers and her eyes took on an icy frost that chilled to the bone. "Please take your seats and we will begin shortly."

Johnathan had glanced over the room number for the hundredth time before spotting the correct digit, Artistry I, surely this would be a good class, one in which he wouldn't need to interact for an excruciating amount of time. As he began to push through the door, he could hear the teacher scolding two others as they entered, clearly chuckling at someones misfortune, not too clear as to who was the victim, but it wouldn't affect him much. The teacher however, while pretty was quite intimidating as she spoke words that chilled his spine and burned his skin. Taking a seat beside the blonde kid, Johnathan kept quiet as he removed his jacket and began to sort through his belongings, arranging his papers and pens in a neat fashion on his desk as he glanced over both the teacher and statue on the side of Athena, a beautiful work he always thought.

His own thoughts didn't last that long, as a man wrapped in a towel took his position and held a pizza in a hand. His jaw opened slightly as his brow furrowed, clearly curious as to what the purpose was for the extra item. He felt the need to pull his notebook from his inner coat pocket and jot a few notes down regarding his opinions and deductions of the figure and teacher, beginning to piece together his plans. The two strangers who were scolded bored him, while the teacher was interesting in a slight fashion. 

Kamile walks up to the disrobed student, hardening her jaw. Staring down the student and taking note of the obviously cold temperature, she would stop in front of him, blocking his view of the class. Placing her left hand on her hip and pointing to the towel with her right hand she would speak in a professional tone. She would not let this jester make her lose her bearing on her first day teaching.

"You do know that we won't be drawing live nudes until next semester right mister...? Whatever, I need you to pull your towel back around your waist and please take a seat. If you need to change, I would suggest going to to that now before class begins."

As the bell rang out, she would walk to the white board and grab a blue marker.

'This Week's Lesson: Draw and Create Your Own Portfolios'

She would spin back around replacing her smile.

"Welcome, welcome new artists. Here in Artistry I we will be exploring our creativity and broadening our minds to the great wonders created my man. I am Kamile Trakovsky, you may call me Ms. Trakovsky. I have spelled out here on the top of the board how to pronounce my name, but if you are uncomfortable with trying, you may call me Ms. T."

Kamile would walk up to a random student's desk and pick up some of the items to show to the class.

"I have placed before each of you some supplies needed to complete this week's assignment. As today is Monday you will have until Friday to complete your portfolio. Through out this semester we will be creating drawings that will be kept inside of this folder. Feel free to create whatever you feel best describes you and know that you will not be judged by what you make."

Kamile would place the items back on the student's desk and walk back to her desk. Looking around the room, she would meet the gaze of each the students.

"Are there any questions?"

Johnathan payed attention to the lovely teachers words, wondering for himself who exactly most of these people who be in ten years. The teacher herself was pretty enough, but surely her proficiency for her own body couldn't just extend beyond that of makeup...she carried herself in a familiar fashion. Like the goddess Athena carrying her spear and shield, a powerful woman who made her knowledge known to the world and would not accept failure, from herself or others. He would enjoy getting inside her head and prying around the multi-colored world that was her psyche.

"I have one question ma'am.." He stated, raising his hand as he began to formulate the questions in his mind. He was primarily curious around the endgame itself of the class, He was going to ask whether or not they would actually be using live models, not nude before the end of the class.

Before he asked, however, he made a note on his pad to gain more information about her later.

"I understand you mentioned not using any nude models this semester, but I am curious, will we be using 'live' models at all? I was only curious because I was hoping we would go over the various types of figures and how clothing fits" He mused curiously, eyes firmly fixed on her face. While waiting for her response he began to sketch what he saw of her in his notepad, as a visual reference for identification later. It allowed him to put a face to names and more easily connect them in his mind.

"Also, My name is Torrence, If you would like you can call me John"

Leon was approached by the teacher first, though he got the reaction he was hoping for, it made him laugh internally. Leon would nod as he stood up and walked to his seat where one of his fellow LG members had placed his backpack. He scoffed when he heard someone say something about making him do anything. Like there was anyone at this school good enough to force Leon to do anything that he hadn't already fought. So as he pulled his clothes from his backpack and began to get dressed he would say, so he could be heard.

"I'd like to see you and everyone else in class, try it."

Before he took his seat. He'd look around and wait for a few minutes. He was only taking this class to try and find a new outlet for himself so he didn't hospitalize more students when upset. Though adding to his body count sounded fun right now. None of the comments about his junk got to him however. He was so amazingly average they were simply in shock and couldn't believe his average length and girth could exist.