#msaopen

[the-scarred-king]

I Despise Lateness.

Skylar stood in his classroom glaring at the empty chair,the terrified stares of the students no interest to him at all. One thing he despised more than having to teach them was them not showing up at all. Surley one less student to deal with would suit someone who disliked his students so much,but no. He saw it as a personal insult to him and sometimes even took to dragging them from their dorms.He was very close to doing just that right now. He glanced at his watch and grimaced,ten minutes late now. A whole ten minutes of his teaching time wasted. His anger flared and he was just about to storm out and go searching for the absent student when a figure appeared in the door way. His  stormy green eyes on them and a cynical smile graced his lips. “Ah,there you are. So kind of you to grace us with your presence finally. Do please take your tim finding your seat,I just live for tardy,lazy students like you and wasting ten whole minutes of my time waiting for you doesn't bother me in the slightest.” He spoke with pursed lips,eyes narrowed,he clearly was not amused.

[the-scarred-king]

Yes,what is it?

Skylar sits in his office a mountain of papers lay before him on his desk,waiting to be graded. The works of Mozart playing in the background help to sooth him of the stress of having to grade the papers of such moronic students. He sighs dropping his pen and massaging his forehead with a sigh. He looked a his watch and realised he’d been staring at them for at least three hours.It was definitely time for a break. He turns his chair out to the side,leaning back and stretching his legs.He rests his arm on his stomach,closing his eyes and inhales deeply,ready to relax. Suddenly a loud knock on his office door rouses him. Frowning towards the door he calls“I'm busy come back later. Only for it to be met with another knock sighing and cursing whoever it is disturbing his break he grumbles “come in,it’s open!” Whoever it as knocking on his office door had better have a good reason.

[toulousedelacroix-artist]

Toulouse did not like to workout. However, she liked cheeseburgers, and she liked not looking like she liked cheeseburgers. So, to atone for her cheesy sins at the cafeteria, she found herself at the academy’s gym, looking for a private place to work out. Her turquoise yoga mat was slung over her shoulder and her coppery hair was fighting to be free of the hair tie that ensnared it in a messy bun--making her look for all the world like a trendy denizen of her hometown, LA. A frown graced her pert mouth though, as she tried to find a studio that wasn’t locked. Finally, one of the doors she tried swung open, but she was surprised to find someone inside.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was in here. Are you finishing up soon, or should I come back later?”

[toulousedelacroix-artist]

Masquerade | Toulouse & ?

It was hot in the auditorium where the ball was being held. Toulouse pulled a turquoise fan out of her bag and snapped it open. It was too warm outside to have this many people packed together inside, much less to wear a mask. Hers had been sent to her by her grandmother while she was on a trip to Venice, but now it served more of a purpose than decoration in her room. She was sweating under it though, and didn’t feel attractive at all. What would they all look like by the end of this when the masks came off? She shuddered at the thought. Deciding that she didn’t really want to wait around to be asked to dance, she headed towards the doors that lead outside, hoping the night was cooler than the dance. She felt a tug as she navigated the busy room. Someone had stepped on her long dress. “Hey! Excuse me, you’re on my dress. Do you mind?” She asked, looking over her shoulder. She didn’t dare move, for fear of ripping it.

[toulousedelacroix-artist]

“Hey! I need pictures for the yearbook! Does anyone do anything super cool? Like, I dunno, spit fire? Fly? Turn into something really cool like a wolf?” Toulouse looked around the cafeteria, seeing if she’d caught anyone’s attention. Sighing at all the people not paying attention, she sat back down dejectedly. She’d signed up for yearbook to try to meet people, not take creeper shots of them. Someone approached, but she didn’t bother to look up from her notebook, where she’d neatly written her assignments.

[toulousedelacroix-artist]

Toulouse was spending the afternoon exploring the halls after classes had let out, trying to find her way around. As she explored, she filled in the map she’d started on her sketchbook. She got lost easily, so making a map of a new school was of the highest priority to her. She lifted her camera to her eye, taking a picture of the hallway to help prompt her memory later, but as she lowered it, she’d realized someone had stepped into her frame. “Ooh, sorry.” She apologized looking at the developing image. “I didn’t mean to take one of you!”

[haydenpaulsen-blog]

Uh,

Mind telling me what you're doing in my room?