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Post by Tiff Anders on Dec 23, 2015 14:22:20 GMT -5
[googlefont=Raleway] [attr="class","riseandfall"]✦GO PLAY  [attr="class","riseandfall2] @open The sun was barely rising over the school known simply as PHS 552 to the public. The tattered building was covered in dreary shadows as the rising star shined down on it. As the sun got higher, anyone walking into the school could notice something unusual about the building. Along the side, there was a trail of paint leading to the back of the building. Should someone follow said trail of paint, they would find themselves looking up at a freshly painted... thing. What was painted on the side of the building was really hard to explain. The graffiti had all sorts of colors and shapes, and they complimented each other fairly well... But they didn't amount to anything but noise in the image. Did whoever paint this really know how to paint? It almost looked like someone was trying to paint a person, but they failed fantastically. Clang!The sound of a spray paint can falling could be heard as a girl was rushing to gather up her supplies. Dressed in the school uniform and a purple hoodie with paint spots all over it, she was clearly the vandal. It appears that she was trying to clean up her tools before more students started arriving for class soon and regulators began their active patrols. [attr="class","riseandfall3"] [newclass=.riseandfall]font-family:raleway;font-size:40px;letter-spacing:16px;text-transform:uppercase;font-color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.riseandfall2]width:395px;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;font-color:#666;margin-bottom:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.riseandfall3]width:400px;border-bottom:7px solid #333;text-decoration:none;[/newclass] |
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Dec 23, 2015 21:21:05 GMT -5
The morning air was nice and cool, as mornings often were before the sun got the chance to heat up one side of the world with it's high temperature. Plus the high pollution of New York City helped trap the heat in the atmosphere, but despite that, the morning air was still nice and cool. Well, cool. For Kyou it wasn't all that nice, but that was probably because he'd gotten into another argument with Dr. Tadashi and had stormed out of the house with his backpack, books, and his "breakfast" which consisted of a single juice box. Because as manly as Kyou would like to pretend he was, he still loved juice boxes.
Often times he would be at school early, anyway, but for today he was slightly earlier than usual due to his incident at home. However, as he'd approach the school, he'd stop in his tracks and stare at the streak of paint along the outer wall. "What the..." He whispered, squinting at the spectacle. "That was not there yesterday," he thought before walking to the side, following the trail of obnoxiously-colorful paint to see the... portrait on the side of the wall. He raised an eyebrow, half disappointed there seemed to be another graffiti artist, and half glad to know he wasn't the only terrible artist in the school. His eyes would trial over to the obvious culprit, before he watched her sloppily drop a canister of spray paint on the ground, to which action he would simply sigh at.
The boy would walk over and pick up the canister of spray paint while the girl toggled with the dropped tools, and he'd simply look down at her as she was knelt on the ground "cleaning up". It seemed like this was the first time in his life he ever actually looked down at someone. But, he knew it was only a matter of time before she stood to her feet. "I'll never understand those who vandalize," he muttered, assuming she'd catch on to his presence. "Or how someone can think that's art. Who are you, exactly?" He'd question with a voice of authority. He was no teacher, and had no authority in the school, but he couldn't really help it. He did have authority elsewhere, and was used to having a voice of "I'm serious and not meant to be joking around with." Even if he wasn't going to arrest her or rat her out, he still disapproved of the actions. And perhaps this was a chance for him to understand why people did such things... or at least why she didn't take art lessons first.
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on Jan 4, 2016 11:36:45 GMT -5
Kai was at the school early today. There wasn't any specific reason for why he was there, he just happened to arrive ealier than he normally would today. He was sitting on a small bench in the empty courtyard with his headphones blaring in his ears. His head was tipped up towards the sky and he watched the morning clouds roll by. Suddenly, the noise in his ears cut out and was replaced with a loud static. He had blown his headphones out, again. He ripped them off his head and unplugged them from his i-Phone and threw them on the ground, smashing them with his foot as he rose. He looked around to see that the courtyard was still pretty much empty, except for one specific student wandering off behind the building. There was a bright and flashy trail of color that seemed to leadto the student's destination. Intrigued, Kai walked over to the wall and followed a well. He rounded the corner and found the mess of color that lay splattered on the wall behind the school. It honestly didn't make much sense to Kai, all he saw was a kindergarteners work. Scribbles and blobs. But perhaps that was all it was supposed to be. A big blob of color and emotion.
"So, what is this? Cause I find it to be inspiring, to a degree. I think that we should do this to the whole school."
Ok, mabye it wasn't the best idea to paint the whole school, but Kai thought that this place could use some creativity other that the hole in a wall where a student would have been thrown through.
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