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ooc: you all better love me: part 1

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Ooc. @shock

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Discovery of Destruction || Closed

Trish made her way to her classroom; she cancelled her classes on Monday and Tuesday because there was a fairly large project due. One that she required the use of non-art supplies for, so no student needed access to it anyway. She decided to take a small break herself, remaining around campus and still working – just not in her classroom. Though she did love the room. It was spacious and bright, various scenes painted by her hung on the walls, and student art graced some of the counters. She nodded in greeting to several students as she walked to her creative home at DP. A few ideas had cropped up in her mind and she was desperately seeking some time to paint.

Upon reaching the hallway where her classroom resided she could already tell something was off – the door that she had locked was slightly open. Not enough to draw focus; just enough that it didn’t click completely back into place. She noticed because she had an eye for detail and always double checked the lock. A feeling entered the pit of her stomach, not dread – something else. Something more sinister. Her students knew that if they needed something, she was more than happy to let them in. This was different. She pulled the door open and her eyes couldn’t choose where to focus first. Paint was smeared across the tables, floor and walls. Some work stations had been completely tipped over. Her own desk was marked with more than one color and looked a little burnt.

The room was a complete mess. There were torn papers and scattered supplies everywhere. Art projects crashed to the floor. She felt the feeling in the pit of her stomach bubble to the surface –rage boiling in her veins. Hers was a calm anger, the angrier she got the calmer she seemed – only in her eyes could you see the intensity. Her classroom. Her things. Her eyes raked around the room and she noticed that the paint on the walls wasn’t just on the walls. It was across her works of art. Her memories. Slashes of red marring her creations – ruining them completely. She would find whoever was behind this. She would hunt them down. Nobody spurned Trish Gothel and got away unscathed. She would find them. And she would destroy them.

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ooc: She'll find the art room soon enough. Don't fret ;)

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ooc

Barrel and Shock:

Could you guys be dolls and tell me exactly what you intend to do to the art room so when I write Trish reacting to it I can be accurate?

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ooc

BAHAHA. Art Teacher is the target? HAHA. They are not going to get anything out of her, you know this right? She's craftier than they're giving her credit for.

They can certainly try, though. But I wouldn't get their hopes up. XD

Either way, I'm intrigued as to what they would try.