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Who: Any students enrolled in the art elective.
What: Art class.. with some added mischief.
Where: The art classroom.
When: Afternoon, 21st of September.
Rating: Presumably SFW.
Having been forced, as Ryder saw it, to enroll in art class, the Clemons was determined to enjoy it in his own way. He had hoped that making all of his projects somehow resemble a dick and balls would entertain him for at least half the year. Ryder had envisioned paintings of strategically placed fruit in a bowl, photographs of oddly shaped trees, and even a quod-and-broom quodpot sculpture. In reality, however, he'd barely lasted a few weeks before becoming bored. There hadn't been as much opportunity for such things as he'd thought and, as was often the case, these things were simply more amusing in thought than in execution.
Ryder had been considering this whilst staring out one of the windows of the art classroom. Aside from a few stray clouds, it looked quite nice out there. Then again, he thought that even if it were snowing outside he'd probably rather be out there than in here. Ryder sighed, bringing his attention back to Professor Rosenthal. He appeared to have missed the task set out for them today. Probably some free form, do what you like bullshit knowing the Professor. He couldn't make something into a dick and balls if he had a choice in the matter - that would just be gay.
He watched as the other students buzzed around the room collecting their various materials. Ryder guessed that he should do the same and reached for a nearby sketch book - not really caring if it belonged to anyone else or not. He tried to look creatively thoughtful as he thumbed through the pages, but really he was thinking about the class he should be enrolled in. He would have taken charms alongside wandless and been spared this crap. He liked spells. Spells would certainly make this class more interesting. Not surprisingly, the Clemons found himself running with that thought.
Moving to an easel, Ryder pulled out his wand - he figured it would likely pass as a paintbrush at first glance. With a flourish he hoped would be attributed to some serious art, Ryder quietly, yet clearly, attempted to cast the jelly-fingers jinx on a nearby student. He had it in mind that if he could get the whole class, he might be able to convince Rosenthal that there was some bad energy in the room that needed his attention, while they all went outside to try and get their hands working again. It was a grand scheme, and he had no real hope of pulling it of. But he'd try anyway, the trooper.
What: Art class.. with some added mischief.
Where: The art classroom.
When: Afternoon, 21st of September.
Rating: Presumably SFW.
Having been forced, as Ryder saw it, to enroll in art class, the Clemons was determined to enjoy it in his own way. He had hoped that making all of his projects somehow resemble a dick and balls would entertain him for at least half the year. Ryder had envisioned paintings of strategically placed fruit in a bowl, photographs of oddly shaped trees, and even a quod-and-broom quodpot sculpture. In reality, however, he'd barely lasted a few weeks before becoming bored. There hadn't been as much opportunity for such things as he'd thought and, as was often the case, these things were simply more amusing in thought than in execution.
Ryder had been considering this whilst staring out one of the windows of the art classroom. Aside from a few stray clouds, it looked quite nice out there. Then again, he thought that even if it were snowing outside he'd probably rather be out there than in here. Ryder sighed, bringing his attention back to Professor Rosenthal. He appeared to have missed the task set out for them today. Probably some free form, do what you like bullshit knowing the Professor. He couldn't make something into a dick and balls if he had a choice in the matter - that would just be gay.
He watched as the other students buzzed around the room collecting their various materials. Ryder guessed that he should do the same and reached for a nearby sketch book - not really caring if it belonged to anyone else or not. He tried to look creatively thoughtful as he thumbed through the pages, but really he was thinking about the class he should be enrolled in. He would have taken charms alongside wandless and been spared this crap. He liked spells. Spells would certainly make this class more interesting. Not surprisingly, the Clemons found himself running with that thought.
Moving to an easel, Ryder pulled out his wand - he figured it would likely pass as a paintbrush at first glance. With a flourish he hoped would be attributed to some serious art, Ryder quietly, yet clearly, attempted to cast the jelly-fingers jinx on a nearby student. He had it in mind that if he could get the whole class, he might be able to convince Rosenthal that there was some bad energy in the room that needed his attention, while they all went outside to try and get their hands working again. It was a grand scheme, and he had no real hope of pulling it of. But he'd try anyway, the trooper.
Re: Ryder/Riley
He may have been tempting fate, but Ryder tried to jinx a couple more students - including Riley - before feigning the dropping of his own 'paintbrush'. He pocketed his wand and fell into a chair next to the hipster kid. "How's the sculpting going?" asked with a smile, not sure if the jinx had worked or if Riley had cottoned on.
He untucked the back of his shirt and tried to scoop most of the cold and squishy mess out of it. "I'm covered in shit, dude!"
"Yeah," Ryder nodded, "you are. Might have to leave this riveting class and de-shit. In fact, we all might have to leave - this room is clearly fucked up. I think it's the purple wall. Or those east facing tables. What d'you think?"
"I think it's the polterghoost." He said loudly enough for everyone around them to hear. "I heard one time, they used to do that life-drawing shit, and someone made the girl look fat, and now her fat ghost comes back to fuck shit up sometimes."
Ryder turned back to Riley, to whom he spoke in a much lower voice. "Think this'll get to Rosenthal without us?" Ryder wasn't always believed by the staff when it came to, well, most things now. That didn't tend to stop him from trying, but they had an opportunity here.. in that he might not have to.
"I dunno." He jabbed a blunt clay scalpel in the air in the direction of one of them. "Blow an invisible wet kiss at that guy. Make it feel fat."
Success! The target dropped his phone and it fell to the floor with an uncomfortable clunk. "Good idea," Ryder smirked. He'd enjoyed that for the simple pleasure of seeing someone drop something dear to them. "Who next?"
Professor Rosenthal looked a little overwhelmed by the amount of chaos in the room. There were messes on the floor (moreso than usual), a boy was panicking about an invisible touch, and one of the girls sitting near him was looking around in a wild panic, looking as though she might burst into tears at any second. "Guys. Come on guys," he tried valiantly to soothe the panicking students. "Don't-- you're going to make Leah cry. Guys."
Ryder was fairly certain that that was enough discord. He got out of his seat and spoke loudly enough for at least some of the class to hear - others may have had trouble over the general panic and the sound of Leah's sobs. But if one left, others would follow. "I'm outta here. Surely it's up to the Professors to deal with fat, invisible spirits." And with that, Ryder collected up his belongings and headed for the door. He could hear Professor Rosenthal trying to take some command of the situation, but who was he to listen?
Not that he really cared, or that it had any impact on his creative or destructive processes, but Ryder had made such an effort into allowing them to get outside for the day.
He shot Leah a dirty look on the way out. "You know you probably hurt the polterghoost's feelings. We'll be dealing with this shit all the time now."