Cross school events are now a thing (Public)

// Ærligt vil jeg sige at emnet er åbent for alle der vil være med, siden jeg har lavet et skole-event af en art. Min idé er at jeg vil prøve en ny form der er at hvis jeg feks skriver med person A, så ved at tagge karakteren jeg svarer i mit svar, vil jeg feks ikke være tvunget til at vente på person C og D hvis de ikke interagerer med min karakter. Med det sagt, så hvis jeg kun svarer person A, vil vi nok rykke ud af tråden så dem der vil mingle kan blive ved med det. You get me? Det her er bare en test for at se om det er noget jeg kan bruge i fremtidige emner.

It goes a little like this:

It had taken his teacher forever to make him attend this cross-school event and bring some of his artwork. He didnt like this, he didnt like showing his work to the world, mostly because he never had cared for what the world thought of his work. His work was peculiar and he knew how it could scare most to see the pieces that he thought of as the most beautiful. So instead of bringing what he really wanted, he had brought simple things, small statuettes of perfectly molded clay to resemble lots of things. He had one piece of a human, everything looking as if he had turned an actual small human into an art-piece but then the arms were made longer and oddly shaped to ruin the beauty, hide the perfection behind the twisted and malformed arms. He sat on a small chair, tipping back and forth till he decided that he might as well see what the other booths had for their school. The differences were huge, a school for ballet had widescreen videos of their choreography and a cooking-school had small stick-snacks with recipies for each line of sticks. Zach passed them all without stopping, but his eyes were observant.

Chris had just moved to Gaia and had barely settled into his classes, but he had found a few friends that he liked. Like Averie from religion or Elena that he had met in recess but found himself texting to quite a lot during class after that. Frankly he had liked all that he had met so far, so he felt optimistic in meeting more. But this whole cross-school stuff was something he didnt really understand. What was the point in all the schools showing of what they had when people had already picked their school? He started pondering on whether it would affect people’s choices to stay at the school they had chosen, but he realized he could consider that for all class and miss the point of this event. He turned his head around in the hopes to see someone he knew.

Mentions: Averie

So far he must say, he was a bit disappointed. Everyone looked so oddly similar, a part of him thought that it was just the on-going fashion. Every girl looked like a replica of each other, the same handbags in different colours, same sneaker-like shoes or polished platforms. Many looked like they had roamed their parent’s old stash of clothes from older times. He was taken from his observing when a girl seemed to mimic some sculptures in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to not-so-subtly look at her as she did so and it seemed that she was quick to notice.
“I’m from an art-school in the center of this city,” he answered her question as his eyes moved around her face like he was analyzing her features. Hopefully just seeming like he was just another art-fanatic, since it was his name under most of the sculptures present. Her attention was drawn else-where and as she pulled at him, he thought he might as well follow her. There was something about her aura that he couldnt pinpoint, but it was drawing him in slowly. Like some sort of pull he couldnt explain. He looked at her as she watched the video, her words told him that she liked to speak - Which he didnt mind because he spent most of his time listening. “Averie. It’s a cute name,” he admitted, tilting his head to the side as he just looked at her. Her features were delicate, something he had seen a few times before in... someone else, someone he couldnt name to spare himself the ache. “I’m Éloi, but most people prefer to call me by my middlename, Zach,” he introduced himself, frowning slightly at remembering how everyone wanted to try and say his name when they heard it.

Mentions: Elena | Observes Averie and Zach in the distance

He thought he was going to be alone during the whole event, till a familiar voice made him turn his head. Seeing Elena made a broad smile appear on his lips as he nodded at her words. He hadnt been here for that much longer either, but he had already settled on his classes. “Elena, it would be an honor,” he said before his eyes followed her out into the crowd. He saw the tall siren being pulled by.. Averie? He squinted his eyes shortly as they disappeared through the crowd. Well it was nice to see that she was making friends quick but a fleeting feeling made him frown for a second, shaking his head as he realized he had phased out for a moment with a blank expression. “Sorry about that. Should we go find your classes? I think some of the booths are Athena’s, but I think it’s best to double-check so you’re not ending up doing ballet in Northern England,” he said with a chuckle to follow at the thought of the oddness of it all.
He lifted his arm out for her to take, sending her a cheeky smile as he waited for er to take his arms, “Let’s head there,” he said, ready to go around to find the appropiate booth for Elena to sign up for her classes. Everything seemed to be in some chaotic order however, which he thought a map could have prevented. He looked around as they walked, always a small hint of a smile on his lips, “Have you found some cool friends yet? I mean, I know I set the bar high from the get-go, but there should be someone who could measure,” he teased her lightheartedly, glancing at her with the small hint of a smile turning into that cheeky one that always showed his happy nature.

Mentions: Zach + Briefly Chris and Elena

Averie chuckled as he said he was from the art school in the centre. She had heard about it, knowing only it was rather expensive as well as being rather snobbish. Not that she would judge the siren beside her already. As she pulled the tall man with her she spotted Chris with a young woman, smiling brightly as she waved at him. She knew they could catch up later as they had an assignment due for religion class. Standing here, the music wasn't too loud, as the focus was mainly on the choreography and the dancers in the video. He called her name cute, shrugging as she chuckled a bit. "Oh cool! So you really are french, not just putting on an accent?" she chuckled softly as she looked around at the other things in the room. People were coming and going as they pleased, and the layout of the whole ordeal was rather abstract. "Well, a shame I won't see you around; Your sculptures are pretty awesome," she said with a warm smile gracing her full lips. She herself preferred painting, but she had dabbled a bit in sculpting, however it mostly just turned into bowls or strange cups. "I feel kinda hungry, do you want to go and grab a bunch of the hand out snacks with me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him as she hoped he would say yes. Averie was always rather easy going, and she made up her mind about people rather fast. Safe to say, she already liked Zach.

Mentions: Averie

“Oui,” he just said quite elegantly before a small smile crept up on his lips. He mostly had this intense stare when he looked at people, his sharp features with the enhancement of being a siren making him look almost perfect - Only to soften up once those corners of his mouth moved upwards, even the slightest could make him look friendly, inviting. Her compliment made his smile grow, not because he accepted it; He hated compliments about his work because when he looked at it, all he saw was the flaws and things that could have been made better. He despised his work, even more now that his muse was gone. But an outburst of anger wouldnt help him getting to know this peculiar girl with her aura, “Thank you for your compliment, but if school wouldnt take too much of your time, perhaps we would meet somewhere in the city?” he asked, frowning a little because she made it seem like there couldnt be an opportunity for them to stumble into each other.
“A snack sounds good,” he said to let her know he accepted her offer. He gestured for her to lead the way, to then walk with her. He looked around for a moment before there was a booth with the food they were looking for. Small sandwiches that he swore looked much like those silly mini-kitchen videos that were always available to watch on social media. “So does this school cook for little elves or is there a size that’s more for everyone?” He asked the girl at the booth, her expression turning a little confused and maybe insulted that he would even ask that. He thought it had been a funny question, but maybe this cooking-school was even more snobby than the rest. He got a few of the stick-impaled snacks that he offered Averie once they had moved on. “I dont understand why she wouldnt find that funny,” he remarked, frowning a little to himself.

Mentions: Elena | Briefly Averie

“Well, people seem fairly nice here. Havent had any complaints so far. Except those few odd looks people make when I seem to make a joke. I dont get why puns arent socially acceptable anymore. I mean, they’re mostly quite punny he remarked with a chuckle, realizing he hadnt answered her question, “Let me count.... I have Averie from religion,” he said, turning his eyes to his classmate just as she seemed to spot him. He waved back before he made his ponderous expression, “Ajax, my roommate. Aaaand. You. So that’s three,” he said, chuckling softly to himself because for someone who had been here a week, it didnt seem like he had made that big of a progress on befriending people.
“Uhhh. I settled for making my choices online, seemed better than having the hassle of walking around to a school-fair like this one. I need to see at least one volcano from the science school before I leave this room,” he said, looking around shortly but there were no volcanos to be found. Wasnt the gist of those anyway that it never worked? “You could always pick history? I have history, so we could be classmates,” he pointed out with a big smile, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He pulled her with him to a booth with odd-looking sculptures. “Check this out,” he mumbled with a frown as he inspected the clay figures. They all looked so perfect in almost every way except that one oddity that would make them look distorted. “I wonder what the artist is trying to tell me,” he pondered with his eyes narrowed tight like he was an expert judge in art.

M: Elena

Hearing her input on the sculptures made him chuckle as he nodded. “Perfection is an illusion,” he said in a mocking tone, though he wasnt really trying to be rude, he just thought it was silly. He had seen some sort of perfection before, or he swore he had. But these sculptures seemed almost angry with the concept of imperfection, the twisted limbs to ruin the figures symbolizing something Chris didnt like to think off. “Tell me to be on guard for this Éloi Zachary Jourdain” he said with a chuckle as he read the name-plate finding it a little odd that a french guy was in England. But it was probably for his own reasons that he or his family had decided to come here. Chris had to stop wondering about these things.
He looked at Elena as she seemed to get all serious, straightening himself as he nodded at her, ready for whatever question that she may have. He even frowned a little to a serious expression because he felt slightly worried that something was bothering her. So when she spoke of the garden, the frown softened to a tired expression like he knew he should have expected that from her, to then just smile again when he knew what she was talking about. “Well... I have been passing through it, but I dont know. Guess I will notice it now when you’ve told me.” He said, brutally honest. He was a guy and his botanic side was pretty much non-existent so a pretty garden to him could just be a tree. “We can definitely go check that out when we’ve found my volcano,” he assured her.
But then they had to find that volcano. And he had a feeling he knew exactly where to go. He jerked his head in a direction before heading there only to stop at a booth that definitely had no volcanos. It was some sort of science but it was the wonders of nano-technology and Simeon didnt understand a thing of it. His expression as defeated as he felt confused looking at the booth. “There is no volcano is there?” He asked like he needed a sign from the gods above. He turned to Elena and went to her before placing his forehead on her shoulder with a deep sigh, “End my torment,” he joked in a defeated tone.

M: Averie

“The movies?” He asked with a raised brow. Zach wasnt the kind to watch movies, he was always rather busy with his work, since there was almost some new idea that sparked with a urge to follow it through with every little detail locked in place. It wasnt just a hobby, his art, no it was his lifestyle, the thing that molded him into the being that he was - But maybe he could spare some of his precious time if it could make a pretty girl smile. “We’ll see. I’m quite busy most of the time with all the artsy stuff,” he said, making a small shrug but he leaned his head a little down to his shoulder as he sent her a charming smile, definitely teasing for the possibility that he might go with her.

He wasnt really hungry, but he did try one, and with the lack of red meat it wasnt really a gourmet-taste that he felt. He remembered the times before he tasted the sweet taste of human blood and bak then he had liked all food. But now nothing was as good as sinking his teeth into one of his victims. That was what he was hungry for. But getting that here would be difficult if not stupid. He looked at the fizzy drink before grabbing the can and having a small taste. He liked the bubbles more than the taste. Handing it back to her, he sighed, “So you’re not a picky eater, I’m assuming?” He asked, noting in his mind that taking her on a date would go best if it was places with small meals. But why was he even considering that?
He wrinkled his nose when she teased about the snobbish schools, knowing he was probably a part of that equation, “I guess you’re right,” he said when she said he looked scary. He knew he could seem intense if not stone cold to new people. He eyed her shortly before looking ahead again, narrowing his eyes a little as he thought of something but seemed to change his mind. “You have pretty proportions to your face. Your dark hair frames a most elegant yet delicate shape, your lips your nose, the colour of your eyes enhanced by the dark strands of your lashes. Everything falling together to form a beauty that... Cant easily be described with just words,” he then said, his finger following as he traced her face in the air like his artistic side made a quick analysis of his observation. He stopped his hand in the air when he couldnt find his words and let it fall down his side as he smiled with the ending of his words, making a short sigh.
He lifted his hand again to gently brush some light breadcrumbs of the sandwich away from the corner of her mouth. “But extremely pretty to look at,” he said, locking his eyes on hers for a moment before he looked at the time. “The break’s in a bit. Would you like to show me around your school if you arent too busy?” He asked, looking up at the ceiling of the great hall before looking at her again.

M: Elena | Briefly Averie and Zach

M: Averie | Briefly Elena and Chris

Mentions: Averie and Atlas

He looked around the room, his face quite serious as he looked at a few unfinished sculptures on display. He turned his head to look at Averie as she spoke. She seemed to take her time to think, which gave him time to inspect a wall filled with pencil drawings. He could tell that there were some artists in the making, but since this school wasnt strictly for art-students, it wasnt odd to see something badly drawn or sculpted. Art was relative anyway, but Zach was looking at the methods that had been used - Which in most of what he had seen so far proved to be none at all. She turned and he looked at her as she answered and pointed. A small smile spread on his lips. “Me?” He asked, as he slowly made his way closer to her, like they were playing cat after mouse without knowing it.
He listened to her words as his eyes wandered back to a glass cabinet with supplies, his eyes wandering over the brushes and pencils. Her question made him scoff under his breath. Maybe there was some sense to what she was saying, but he didnt think that was why he made his perfected people of clay with their one imperfection. “I disagree,” he told her, slowly moving closer as he couldnt help but smile a little. Passing the drying paintings, he stopped rather close to her. “The majority of people are imperfect, with one perfect thing about them. Their eyes, the shape of their fingernails or the way their hair falls in place. Only rarely does one possess so many of those perfections, but no one could ever be fully. I like to chase the perfection I see in people...” he spoke, moving closer yet to her as he lifted a hand to gently grasp her chin. He looked into her eyes with his intense stare but there was something soft about his eyes now. “Like a dark head of hair to frame a heart shaped face, pale skin with black lashes to compliment those blue-green eyes,” he said, looking down at her lips as he carefully ran his thumb along her lower lip. The voice from the door made him lift his finger and remove his hand as he frowned a little confused and looked at the girl who entered.
Tilting his head to the side in confusion he just let the girl talk, and waited for her to say what reason it was that had brought her here. He stepped back from Averie as the chocolate-chewing stranger approached and greeted him. “Éloi Zachary, but call me Zach,” he said as he looked at her hand. He wasnt the type to take someone’s hand like that, maybe he was too snobbish for it. When Atlas suggested to bring him along to juice stop, he lifted his hands and shook his head, “I cant spare the time for a cup of coffee, or whatever juice stop serves,” he excused himself before he would be dragged along to somethng he wouldnt have liked. He made a small sigh, feeling like the moment with Averie had been disrupted. He turned to backtrack his way to look at the clay sculptures again, folding his hands loosely on his back.

Mentions: Elena

Being away from the crowd felt somewhat relieving but Chris was still worried for Elena. The way she had suddenly looked as they passed the tall guy and Averie was something Chris didnt like to see because it was so unlike this cheery girl he had known for the time they had been friends. Of course there were still layers of personality to go through, she still hadnt seen Chris at his best or worst, but this didnt seem like a worst for her, it just seemed worrying. She tried to speak but it was just a vowel and Chris shook his head, “It’s alright, deep breath. Take the time you need,” he assured her, showing her with his hand to relax with some deep breaths, from mouth to lungs and back out.
He frowned a little when she said it was mental, that she wasnt making any of it up. And then his frown grew more as she spoke out, telling him that Zach had killed her. His expression didnt change as he shifted between her eyes for a moment, clearly processing it, or maybe evaluating how she was looking back at him. Chris knew liars, he had known plenty as he grew up and looking into Elena’s eyes, he didnt see a liars eyes.
He folded his lips shortly and looked away, seemingly as if he was about to say what someone else might have said - That she couldnt possibly be telling the truth when she was standing here. “I believe you,” he said in a serious voice, nodding as he confirmed his own words and looked at her again. “But what can be done about it? I mean.... without a body.... and you being here. The police wouldnt believe it by a longshot...” he said, running a hand through his hair as he thought with all his might. Where was his ponder-happy brain now when it was actually needed?