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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 4:13 am
((Open to teachers and valley-reach students))
The halls of the King's city art gallery arched in what some might call grand and sweeping gestures, in a depth that would normally have cast shadows across the huge, open halls, it was lit with fluorescent lighting at predictable intervals.
Mr. Auslin hated artsy-fartsy things like sculpture and surrealist paintings in a post-modern setting. He liked cold, hard, easy mathematics-- perhaps why he had become a maths teacher-- logic and straightforward thinking. Those were things that Mr Auslin liked.
And P.E teachers in tight little shorts that made him want....
To dump the damn kids! A whole classroom full of them to be exact. How he'd gotten into this mess... oh yeah, he'd volunteered. Cause everyone liked a man who liked art.
"Don't touch the expensive mixture of oil color and canvas that costs more than your parent's house, Jimmy." Robyn hissed at a student who was trying to sneak a hand-print on a three-hundred-thousand dollar painting. He was about to make a further rousing, when all the lights in the museum went out.
Predictably, one of the girls in the class screamed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 2:28 am
It wasn't Amarantha who had screamed, that was for sure. The pink haired girl was walking towards the back where her mother was taking up the rear, taking the time to admire the works Mr. Auslin seemed so keen on shoving them past. Such a shame as she was enjoying the many fine paintings and sculptures, making mental notes on which pieces to later look up and research on.
She had found herself rather annoyed when the lights went out, wondering how she was supposed to see the works with them off, and wasn't surprised some one had screamed. It was probably one of the snotty girls who pegged themselves better then the others. She rolled her eyes and brought a hand up to rest against the red pendent she wore around her neck, smiling at it's warmth. In the darkness her ice blue eyes sought out the form of her mother.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:07 pm
When the lights went black and the scream sounded Mr. Smith pulled a face that was fortunately not seen. Damned girls, they were so bloody loud and obnoxious! This was why he taught the boy's gym classes. That and he NEVER wanted to hear someone telling him they couldn't run laps because of cramping. There were things no man was meant to know.
"SETTLE DOWN!" he barked, his voice coming out clear about the shriek. "Don't move and the lights will be on again shortly!" he snapped.
Mark, who HAD been the girl that had shrieked was still clinging to the girl that had been nearest to her. Even after Mr. Smith told them to settle down she still clung to Wil's head which was rather firmly planted in her lovely bosom. Of course the face in her breasts was far too stunned by the soft flesh heaving against her face to form a proper coherent protest to this.
When she heard some shuffling she held tighter to Wil, EEEE! Was someone coming up behind her?! No...they were going further away....butbutbut....it was like....scary! All she could find herself doing was clinging tightly to Wil, maybe if she could SEE she wouldn't be so scared....it was easy to clobber the stupid out of someone you could see....but...an invisible enemy? That was just.....just impossible!
(Wil: *stunned by breasts* ._.)
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:26 am
Something broke in the museum, a woman yelled, and a security guard fell down, and like a grand pharos of the museum, a bright, healthy pink light rained down from the rafters of the ceiling.
"I don't need to tell you darlings~ That I am very, very good at what I do. But I want you to tell me, kiddies--- are you?" black boots hooked over one end of the beam and a woman lay back, long frumped-up hair falling over her shoulders as she languished across the beam, her voice purring loudly enough to be heard across the whole floor.
She wore all black, including a pair of gloves, but her clothing was hardly modest, a huge V cut down her top and her large breasts seemed barely contained. It was the white mask she wore that was the most prominant feature of her unusual appearance. A 3/4 feature white venetian mask. Behind the mask her bright green eyes seemed almost hawk-like.
"I have locked all the doors and windows. Buttoned down allllll the hatches. And stapled us all in here. In the dark. I also cut the power--Rawr! I'm an animal!" She laughed and suddenly flipped, her body glowing with a faint pink outline as she rolled around the surface--- a good 30ft off the ground, like she was on the carpet of her house.
"And I've hidden a little something. A priceless vase." A photo dropped from her open hand as she stood, pressing against the edge of one of the support-beams like Marylin Monroe about to have her photo taken. "Find it before the time is up.... or...."
She laughed. "Well I'll give you 20 minutes. If you haven't found it by then, the last 10 minutes will be verrry interesting, my darlings."
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