forum Delinquent Academy RP

Started April 10, 2018 by @charkieshark

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"Really? Y-you would do that? But… why would you want to help me? I was a mistake, a burden. My own parents didn't want me."

"My parents didn't want me either, grew up in shitty foster home after foster home. Besides I don't go back on my word. If I offered to help, I will help."

Jay looked a bit unsure. He wasn't sure whether he could trust Zanna, and he really didn't want another promise broken today, but he didn't really have anything to lose. "Alright… so, how does that work?"

"Okay, so after school we'll meet up in the library. Whatever day of the week you want," Zanna paused and looked at the Jay, "Sound good?"

"Er, yeah. That's fine. If you don't have anything going on after school today, that works for me. But I don't really do any extracurriculars or anything, so technically I'm available whenever."

"Same, I hate sports and all that junk. So see ya after school friend?"

"Sure." Jay stood awkwardly for a moment before the bell rang, startling him. He joined the mob of students so he wouldn't look so suspicious being in the hallways.

Zanna sighed and walked back to where they were painting beside the other girl.

Jay's next class was art, so he decided he could go to it. They never really did anything there, so he pulled out a sketchbook and started sketching various things. Stray dogs living on the streets, lonely people working at restaurants, things like that. He sighed, his pencil scratching one of the few noises he paid attention to.

Morrigan’s next class was art, so she grabbed her binders and headed to class, the seven piercings on each ear and nose ring attracting attention. She stepped into class five minutes late, heading towards the only empty seat, next to a boy (Jay).

Jay glanced at the girl next to him for a second, giving her a nod as a greeting before going back to doodling instead of paying attention. He had completely tuned out the teacher at this point.

Zanna finished up their art, it was a simple lightning bolt, but at the same time it was striking as it popped off the wall. They looked down at there schedule to see it was art, not that bad of class to go to. So they went to find the room, and ended up being late. Oh well.

The teacher raised an eyebrow at Moreigan’s tardiness but didn’t comment. She ignored him and opened her sketchbook, taking out some brush-tip markers and beginning a drawing of a hyper realistic, colourful city.

Jay tapped his pencil on the desk before crumpling up his drawing and starting a new one of a panther in a rainforest. The black panther was partially concealed in the darkness of the foliage. He shaded it quietly with crosshatching, his personal favorite technique.

Zanna walked into the class, they saw Jay and sat down near him. The teacher looked straight at Zanna, but said nothing. Zanna discreetly gave the teacher a middle finger from under the desk, before pulling out her sketchbook and began working on new graffiti designs.

Morrigan made sure that the buildings popped, using thick colourful lines and ignoring the persistent pain in the pads of her fingers and forearm. She caught a few people staring at the cuts and flared at them fiercely, successfully intimidating them until they turned away, satisfied, she popped a piece of bubblegum into her mouth, took out her white gel pen, and write poetry in tiny, loopy letters inside of the bold outlines of her drawing.

Once the sketch was finished, Jay pulled a simple thin sharpie out of his pocket to enhance some of the shading. After he did that, he found some colored pencils in a cupboard and colored in whatever he saw fit.

Morrigan popped her bubblegum, smearing a bit of her black lipstick into it but doing no actual damages to the colour on her lips. She fiddled with the zipper on her leather jacket, acute pain piercing her while hand. She deserved it anyways.

To distract herself from the pain, she planned out her next graffiti project. She wasn’t going to let this stupid school stop her.

After completing the drawing Jay decided he should tune in to whatever the teacher was saying. She was talking about some old, dead artist, so he just got a new piece of paper and doodled nothing in particular.

Morrigan sighed boredly, the fingers of her uninjured hand tracing over the tattoo on her right forearm, one of her poems inked onto her skin. She had another one, a crow feather, on her left bicep, but that was there for others to see because she liked it, the poem was there for her own reassurance.

Zanna saw the girl tracing over what looked to be a tattoo. They wondered what was on it, so they moved over next to the girl. Once there they saw on her sketchbook was a graffiti design. They whispered to the girl, "Have you tagged the school yet?"

Jay leaned his head on the desk, a dull throb pressing against his skull. He got headaches frequently, so he wasn't worried, but paying attention to anything was difficult.

(Got it Thanks!)

Morrigan popped her bubblegum again, giving the girl a grin. “‘Course. A few minutes ago. If you see the big block letters in the hallway that say’We Are Not Your Freaks’, let me know.” She leaned back in her seat. “How ‘bout you?”