Post by SILAS LANGDON on May 10, 2015 1:24:34 GMT
 | ● | ONE DAY WHEN THE LIGHT IS GLOWING, I'LL BE IN MY CASTLE GOLDEN. BUT UNTIL THE GATES ARE OPEN, I JUST WANT TO FEEL THIS MOMENT. |
It was almost like clockwork how he found himself standing at the door to the art room of the school. Classes had ended for the day and while most chose to go back home or whatever with their day, Silas had chosen to go fetch his friend. Amazing how the two had been complete strangers just a few years before, as those years didn't feel like that long ago. But he digressed. His day had been just like any other one really. Getting papers filed in, going about his lesson plans, enjoying his lunch break, then repeating it once again come afternoon classes. Most would find a routine like that boring but he really didn't mind it a whole lot. After making sure his classroom was tidy and everything at his desk was organized, he took a pen off of his desk as well as a folder and had begun to make his trek towards the art room. It wasn't a long walk really, just down to the first floor, turn the corner and head forward until he reached the last door on the right. He'd done this pattern so many times before that it had just seemingly become a kneejerk reaction of sorts. Keeping his folder tucked under his arm, Silas couldn't help but curiously glance around the hall as he walked, perhaps to keep himself occupied. There were a few posters for the various club activities, reminders of sorts for various events, and so on. There were new ones here and there he took notice to but none of them were things he bothered taking more than a split second glance at. Then finally he reached the room and with a few taps of his knuckles against the door, he let the art teacher know he was there, then proceeded to open the door and walk in, wiggling his fingers in a sort of wave as he closed the door behind himself. It was what anyone would expect of an art room -- cluttered. But they were individual pieces of art, so it was a little hard for it not to remain that way. But despite that, he was impressed at how immaculate the art room was kept. One would think there'd be paint and the like all over the tables. "Good afternoon, Miss Karenina," he greeted politely with a quick smile flashed in the dark haired woman's direction. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." He took a seat then and opened up his folder to take a look at a few of the papers he had with him. His class right after lunch had taken a quiz on a few various poems he had them read. From the looks of it though, it seemed most understood quite well. Others? Well, at least they tried, right? Before he could actually get to work on his papers though, Silas inhaled sharply through his nose, then gave an exhale just as sharp before lifting his head back up to catch eye of the art teacher he had come to know as his friend. "Forgive me for not asking sooner. How was your day?" ☆ OOC NOTESGWENIE KARENINAMADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by GWENIE KARENINA on May 10, 2015 17:52:43 GMT
 | ● | ROMANTIC DREAMS MUST DIE. WE'RE SO CLOSE TO REACHING THAT FAMOUS HAPPY END, ALMOST BELIEVING THIS ONE'S NOT PRETEND. |
scent of that man and of the weird smell of paint. As he entered she smiled silently, letting the pattern of letting him come to her continue. Waving back to him much more enthusiastically than he did, she turned back to her canvas. Half of it done, half of it needing to be done. She had the sketch, now she had to paint. Maybe later she would grade the pile of late work she had, like her more stuffy world literature teacher did. When he spoke she felt funny. Strange, it was strange to hear adults call her Miss Karenina. She preferred Miss Kay over anything. Rolling her eyes she made a brush stroke with a dark grey. The sound of Beethoven's Pathetique started to play. Her class never liked classical music, it only played when they weren't around. "Hehe, good afternoon Mr. Langdon," when she first tried to call him Silly, it didn't work out well, " I actually have had...yeah, I had a good day. My students were good listeners today, better than usual." She sighed, looking over at the paint bottles she brought over. Getting out of her seat, she figured she might as well put them back. Back in the shelf next to the other colors with fancy names, because she didn't need to use them anymore. She had one in each hand, taking the long route to their specialized locations to go where Silas sat. Mr. Langdon. "Hmmm, what's that for?" she asked, leaning in to look at the papers of...whatever, before pulling away. There were two spaces where they went, so Gwenie put them there. With satisfaction. Glancing back at Silas, Mr. Langdon, she did have the gall to ask him out for a moment. They had known each other for two years, and had to see eachother every day. Perhaps her signals have gotten mislead though, but she wasn't doing anything this weekend. It would be a perfect time to go out to eat instead of making it at home. ☆OOC NOTESSILAS LANGDON the actual slim shady MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by SILAS LANGDON on May 11, 2015 0:30:16 GMT
| ● | ONE DAY WHEN THE LIGHT IS GLOWING, I'LL BE IN MY CASTLE GOLDEN. BUT UNTIL THE GATES ARE OPEN, I JUST WANT TO FEEL THIS MOMENT. |
The teacher could only return her words with a nod. It was always rather satisfying when students actually listened for the day. As he continued looking down at his papers, he gave a check here and there, marking things wrong, then circling the answers according to his answer key. Silas couldn't help but hear the other teacher move around the room, as it wasn't too loud to begin with. Beethoven just happened to fill the silence a bit. For a moment he found that he had put all of his focus into grading, well that was until he registered the fact that Gwen had asked him a question. For a moment he was silent, trying to process exactly what she had asked, blinking a few times for extra measure, then finally when he realized what the other teacher had said, he placed his pen down and flashed a quick smile before giving an answer. "Just grading students' quizzes on various poems I had them read." He was able to catch on how the other seemed a bit preoccupied by something. For now, he bit his bottom lip and lifted the pen once more, only to close the folder for now. Silas could focus on the quizzes at a later time. After all, it'd be rude to put all of his focus into that when a fellow educator, as well as someone he recognized as a friend, was allowing him into their company for the afternoon. So for now, he put all of his focus into Gwen, folding his hands as to rest his chin on top of them. He did happen to eye the painting she had at least started. It looked lovely, as all of her work did. It was a wonder she chose to become a teacher, but he didn't curse the fact that she took that route. In fact, one could say that fate brought the two together in a sense, although the two were different in various aspects. "Is something on your mind?" he inquired. "And... Your work is lovely so far. Yet another fantastic piece, Gwen." Silas figured dropping the formalities would be better. It's not like the two were strangers, and there were no students around. But still formal speak was something he was accustomed to. He supposed following his question up with a compliment (albeit it still being genuine nonetheless) would help ease the other's mind a bit. If she didn't feel like talking about whatever was on her mind though, he'd most certainly understand. There were some things that could be better unsaid at times. ☆ OOC NOTESGWENIE KARENINAMADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by GWENIE KARENINA on May 12, 2015 4:34:04 GMT
| ● | ROMANTIC DREAMS MUST DIE. WE'RE SO CLOSE TO REACHING THAT FAMOUS HAPPY END, ALMOST BELIEVING THIS ONE'S NOT PRETEND. |
He liked her painting! Not really from the heart, only for minds, but she still took it as a compliment. Well, it WAS compliment. She smiled to herself, wiggling her shoulders about in how touched she was. And, for more touchy heart-to-heart, he called her Gwen. It was rarer to hear than "Miss Karenina", so she treasured it more. But maybe if it was Mrs. Karenina.., so interesting, what a possibility! Turning around she walked back to her easel, plopping herself down with a large huff. Still much to work on, first she would fill in sections of black, the lining, then take a photo, then continue. It made her sigh. Making separate paintings of the same thing, except more developed, would be too much work. Printing was much easier, and would take up less room. More room for Lotte then. "Hmmm, poems huh," she hummed, picking up her brush again. Beethoven really had to be one of her favorite composers after all, mainstream, over-used, but still good. One stroke down the line of a carnation, and she lowered the brush again. Gwen recalled how he told her before about that unit he was doing, lots of poetry. Probably happened in the teacher's lounge. There were sometimes students in her class doing homework for his. She hated that. "Poetry was one of my strongsuits in highschool, I think. Verses in iambic pentameter, similes, metaphors, imagery. But I can hardly remember a thing," she commented, looking back at Silas. Seeing if he was, well, of course, listening. Usually, he did. "But let's see, what is on my mind?" she asked him, pouting at her canvas, making another line slowly and carefully along the pencil lines. "Nothing really, well, nothing bad." She had to wait a bit. Being too extravagant put him off, that was bad. She made another stroke, making up half the carnation in black lines. She would work on the rest of it while the students were finishing collages about the elements and principles of art next class. "What are you doing this weekend? Maybe you're free?" she asked to start off. Sure they had gone out a couple of times, but for now they were just friends. After all, she always considered herself someone patient. Vultures, they waited until they were dead. But she didn't. That concept, she considered it to be gross. Softly her brush tapped against the wood as she set it down, silent compared to the sound of talking and Beethoven. She turned around again, leaning over and resting her chin on her hand while waiting for a response. ☆OOC NOTESSILAS LANGDON the newer, better morgan freeman MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by SILAS LANGDON on May 12, 2015 19:21:25 GMT
| ● | ONE DAY WHEN THE LIGHT IS GLOWING, I'LL BE IN MY CASTLE GOLDEN. BUT UNTIL THE GATES ARE OPEN, I JUST WANT TO FEEL THIS MOMENT. |
When she made a comment on poetry, he couldn't help but arch his eyebrows in slight surprise. She never struck him as the type of person to really care too much for it. Well as they say, people learn something new everyday. Gwen just always struck him as a more hands-on person, probably someone who excelled in physical education and various art forms (excusing actual art considering that was a given what with her being one of the art teachers.) Still, he offered a quick nod, showing he understood well. Poetry was just one of those things that could be reviewed several times but certain literary devices just wouldn't stick. He pushed the thought aside as Gwen began to speak up once again. This time she seemed to be stalling a little bit, not that he really minded. In fact, he brushed it off. Well until she asked him a question. "I can't say I have anything in mind. Why, did you want to do something?" He was genuinely curious. Usually she always had something rather interesting planned when the two went and chose to do something. To say he enjoyed himself would be an understatement. Gwen had a sort of aura about her that made even the simplest things enjoyable. But even then, Silas had always been a fairly low maintenance person so even just a walk through the park would be delightful to him. But he couldn't help but be curious as to just what she may have had in mind. For all he knew though, she'd probably want to keep it a surprise. It certainly never hurt to ask however. So while drumming the tips of his fingers against the table top, Silas took another glance at his friend and arched an eyebrow, curious as to what she might say. "I mean I'd love to do just about anything with you but what did you have in mind?" Perhaps that's not how he wanted to word himself but he still got his point across. He didn't turn his attention away from the dark haired art teacher for even a moment. She had his attention with the possibility of doing something this weekend. It got him away from doing work and well she was someone he genuinely enjoyed spending time with. He could have recommended ice skating because he knew how well Gwen faired. But as for him? Well he'd never really tried it but it probably wouldn't be too difficult, right? Hopefully that much was so. He'd rather not twist an ankle or something even more embarrassing. ☆ OOC NOTESGWENIE KARENINAMADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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