Gillions Performing Arts Institute for Artistic Young Men

Korey never found himself capable of enjoying another's company; to put front a friendly disposition and right now, he had a tough time grasping Jake's actions. Was he really just being friendly? Is that even possible? He wouldn't know. After all, Korey was only capable of faking friendliness not openly pervading his arms and welcoming it with a giant daffy smile; like a complete idiot. Still, did it make him slightly interested in Jake's reason or his very core? No, he wouldn't admit it even if he harboured such intentions or thoughts. He only worked with others because it was a must, not a privilege. He lost the enjoyment touch and that was the whole, stupid and cruel truth. And what Jake intended to do now, aside from forcing him do a scene together, might prove to him again that there is no enjoyment anymore.


He pursued him, burying strength into his legs, trying to catch up with him. And when he did, he let out a light snort to that question and that smirk of his. He was hesitant; he hesitated on what to do to stop him. He had the guts to follow him but to come up with a solution was the tricky part. He narrowed his eyes, now more willingly showing his true colours. And when he saw Jake walk towards the door, about to call for their teacher, Korey reacted briskly, clutching the boy's wrist and yanking him away from the door, evincing disapproval whilst biting his lip. "No..." he uttered, as if letting his voice ambiguously hover over each question. "I don't want to act." and his voice came out stern, again with an ambiguous flavour. "Don't do it." and seemingly, like forming a pout, over-arching that perfectly moulded frown. But, did the teacher notice them and this sort of quarrel? He hoped not.


(Sorry for the late reply~)
 
Lucian laughed softly, feeling slightly guilty. "Right, sorry. I have a bad habit of blocking everything out. We're almost there." he said sheepishly, then continued walking. He turned a corner a short distance away, with the faculty room on the right side. He looked to her and gestured with his thumb to the door. "Well, here you are. Good luck on your first day." he began walking away, then thought of something and turned back around. "I'm Lucian, by the way. And if you need anything else, just ask anyone around here. We're all pretty friendly, and I'm sure they'll be more than willing to help you out." A smirk played on his lips; though he himself wasn't interested, he knew the majority of the students would probably be very happy to help out a younger, female teacher. In a school of all boys, women less than ten years older were pretty rare. He went off in the direction of the cafeteria, walking with a quicker step and a slightly better attitude.
 
Jake felt Jovian's tight grasp over his wrist; a very strong grip that was backed up with very serious emotions. Jake's eyes fell on Jovian's, who eyes were staring deep into his. They were telling him not to go into that classroom, not to ask the teacher for anything. Jake's devious grin disappeared on his face, replaced by a defiant frown. Jake's eyes watched Jovian's lips move, uttering the words I don't want to act. He couldn't tell how his voice came out. Whether it was in a joking manner, or a very cautious one. Jake, for the first time in his life, found that he couldn't easily read a person. Tell what actually bothered him, or what made him tick. Jake stared at Jovian with a confused look for a moment, not understanding how this was possible. Jake yanked his wrist out of Jovian's hand and watched him intently. "I don't understand why you're in this school if you don't want to act." he said, edging his way to the door. Is it that Jake felt guarded? He felt intimidated by the boy? Normally, he was happy with everyone, enjoyed everyone's company. But something about Jovian made him feel different. And he didn't like it.


Jake walked to the door and knocked, waiting for an answer. He hoped, even prayed, that his teacher would open the door. It wasn't so that Jovian can feel worse about doing something with Jake. It's so that Jake can feel better about himself.
 
*Passing the living blobs that disappeared once passed, a breathe and a rhythm of a heartbeat played a song for two pair of eardrums. Hands down and feet staring toward the direction it walked toward, feeling the vibration of the world as the living being walked toward the grand standing antique of a building. Staring and watching the living being as it did the same, sweat dripped down the back of its neck and the energy that swarmed around it, toxifying the living cutting of circulation of air the second it let the energy beat his own. The song quickly sped up as the heart trembled out of control. The living being tugged on it's scarf as it covered part of its mouth down to its collar bone. The rest of it's body was covered in black faded sweater that hung against its body like a curtain and jeans that had torn holes on its pockets clinged down to the knees before flaring downward toward the new black vans. A thin journal that held a pencil marking where it was left off from that was clenched tightly in the right hand.


Refraining from looking at eye contact that could mean possible means of talking, the living being saw itself in a maze, taunting it from moving without physically holding it down. It was the fault of being a new student, failing to even look at a map in the beginning. It was forced into a corner as it thought of the feeling of talking to someone. It frightened every fiber that was inside of the living being, making it clench it's teeth and keeping its head low. Now in a hallway that held only a couple of students, the living being took a step toward someone but at the last moment the living being froze and stepped back a couple steps. Turning around, the living being fled lost and scared to come out of its own shell, it knew he wouldn't live long here.*


(Talking in third person --> using "it" instead of "him" .-. I was bored. Just understand "it" is actually "him"


sorry if I confused. I did a crappy job anyways so forgive me. m(_ _)m)
 
Jaiden was leaning against the wall, seemingly texting on his sleek black phone. It wouldn't seem odd to most students but rather boring, being it an art school. Interesting and creative things happened in a place where they were only encouraged to do such things. But, of course, Jaiden wasn't even thinking of what they thought of him, he was actually typing up short memos filled with ideas for when he had time to type. He smiled slightly here, frowned a bit there, even chuckled occationally. Nothing out of the ordinary, but the ideas flying through Jaiden's mind would make an Olympic gymnast dizzy.


Content as he was to stay alone in his little bubble, he looked up, feeling someone approach him. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking the figure what he wanted. The student, one that he had never seen before, stopped short, spun around, and walked away briskly. Was I that intimidating? Jaiden didn't think so, but people often told him the his quiet aura made him hard to approach. Though he knew it was better to be left unthought of, Jaiden went after the boy, curious as to what caused the new thing to appear in the first place. It was not often that new students arrived, and it was not often that people came to him period. He started to vaguely wondered what he had done to gain acceptance into this school. Was he a writer like me? Maybe an actor? If he was either one he'd be seeing him again, having himself majoring in creative writing and minoring in acting.
 
Leanne smiled and turned to the open the door. Then she forgot that she hadn't thanked him. She turned around and called out, "Thanks, Lucian. Hope to see you in my class." Then, she returned her attention to the door and went into the faculty room to look for her desk which she was acquainted with while she applied for her job that summer. She laid out her things on her desk and sat down for a bit hoping to catch up on some writing before her first class starts.
 
Derrick sighed after Noah left. Maybe I touched a sore spot. He thought as he made his way to the cafeteria. Oddly, Derrick liked talking to Noah. He was a pleaseant distraction from Derrick's internal thoughts. It had been a while since Derrick had been in a normal conversation with someone. Talking about something other than dance or his personal live seemed to calm him down and help him relax in a way that solitude hadn't. Derrick shrugged as he entered the cafeteria. Food, that's all I need to think about right now....
 
*Walking with no destination, Dae felt like a little boy that just committed a crime of stealing sweets. It wasnt something he enjoyed feeling, he had no reason to turn other than he was a coward. Walking, step by step, Dae felt he was leading himself in plain view of a field that held trees that calmly swayed and living creatures moving about. Stopping, he took in the moment to feel the wind coarse through and around his body. His eyes half-lidded watched the area that was ever changing in every blink. Standing in the concrete, Dae felt himself gravitate, physically pulled by the scenery that he felt its view overwhelming to watch. He had now forgotten about his feelings, what took over him was the natures sound and presence that stood next to him. His body relaxed and soon enough, Dae felt himself lean on a pillar that was next to him. Holding his weight he just continued to gaze out, his expression softening and his own presence became invisible.*
 
Jaiden was happy when the guy he pursued seemed to slow down. For something so small, he sure does run quick… Jaiden couldn’t help but think that the guy was small, even though they were close to the same age and Jaiden was a bit tall compared to others. The other student seemed to have a way of making himself smaller and seemed to crouch in on himself. When he finally came to a complete stop, leaning against a pillar, Jaiden couldn’t help but think that he looked peaceful, significantly different from before. Jaiden wanted to know what had caused the tension to leave the boy’s body, and why it was there in the first place. He knew it wasn’t his business so he wouldn’t intrude, but he couldn’t deny his growing curiosity.





Who was this boy that showed up so suddenly? It was rare for new students to attend but even rarer past the first day of school. Usually if there was a new student, word of it would spread like a bad outbreak of chicken pox. He started to notice that few had even noticed the boy, as he seemed almost invisible. He had a way of blending in before but now it was as if he was part of the setting. He hated to ruin the picture, but he doubted that the new student would want to be late on his first day of school.





He strode up to the boy, who almost seemed lost in his little world, something Jaiden understood well, even if for a different reason. “Hey, you must be new around here.” Like that was anything new. That was established the second he stepped onto campus. “I hate to interrupt you, but class is starting soon. It’s actually the end of lunch right now.” He smiled a carefree smile. “But then again, I don’t care much for class either so if you’d much rather stay here, carry on.” He expected the new student to stay out here, having him practically run away from him before, though he stayed in case the guy actually was lost which was quite likely.
 
*Deep in his mind, Dae didn't notice the boy behind him until he spoke. Flinching at the sudden realization he watched the boy with suspicious as well curious eyes. His heart did a skip as Dae looked at the boy's beautiful features presented on his face. His ful lips, long eyelashes, high cheek bones, and that color that touched upon his body gave him a look of freshness. Finally listening to the boy, he nodded quickly. Taking a breath as he got up, he acted calmly toward the boy.*"Yeah, thanks. I felt like I was in some h-ll of a maze."*He smiled with a tug of a grin growing aside it. You are doing well. Keep it up. Dae then expressed his emmbarresment when he didn't say his name.*"My name is Dae by the way. Sorry for bothering you...Wait how did you know I was lost?"*Dae stared with his eyebrows scrunched in bewilderment. Taking his hands, he held on of them in his pocket as the other laid on his the side of his leg with his journal.*


(Cr-ppt, I know :/ sorry)
 
((I'll be on vacation from Monday, August 6th until Tuesday, August 14th with little to no internet connection. Sorry))
 
Jaiden wanted to laugh at the flustered boy, and he found it hard to contain it so he stopped trying, letting out a soft chuckle before smiling reasurringly at the boy. Cute. Jaiden didn't think anything of the thought. He found a lot of things cute, but this boy sure was interesting. At least to Jaiden who was secretly amused by most things. "Don't worry about it." He said in reply to th boy's thanks. As the boy continued to talk, Jaiden started walking toward general area of the buildings were. Morning classes and lunch were finished, and it was time for our second artistic class.


"Really, don't worry about it. My name's Jaiden, but call me Jay if you want." Everyone called him Jay but he didn't really care if Dae wanted to or not. On the question of how Jaiden knew Dae was lost, Jaiden let out a real laugh. "Everyone knows that you're new, practically since you walked on campus. We actually don't get a lot of new kids, despite the rich parents throwing money to have their kids put here. You actually have to have some talent. We're a small school on a large campus and that just make things all the bigger. I think too many people are pointing and staring to actually wonder if you're lost or not, which everyone is on their first day. You've already missed morning classes and lunch." The last statement brought about the question he had been wondering previously.


"What major are you? If you're a double major or have a minor, you should be headed there now. If you only have one study, you double up." Jaiden was actually supposed to go to his minor, drama, at the moment but he had overslept and missed most of his major. He was going to head to creative writing and he knew the teacher wouldn't mind, that was just the kind of relaxed school this was. Some people haven't attended their minor in weeks.
 
*Dae heard the small chuckle and averted his eyes for a moment as he moved his weight to the right side. When he spoke but he kept it up until he finished. Jaiden..Dae sounded out the name in his mind and it popped into something he could use as a character in his story, but then Dae noticed he was doing it again he stopped. Biting his lower lip for a moment he listened Jaiden to continue. He felt a light shade of pink show, thinking of how much attention he attracted when he came in. Then anis usual pale color surface and he felt himself cursing at his carelessness. Looking at Jaiden, Dae took a breath before he spoke calmly and carefully about his choice of words.*"I am doubling a major....Creative Writing."*Dae then wondered of what his class would be like, how will he survive, how will he win the classes approval? He was haunted by this, looking around then back at Jaiden.*"What are you majoring in...?" *He spoke meekly this time, his expression was mellowed as he stared at Jaidens eyes.*
 
Jaiden had read many times that eyes were the windows to the soul. He never believed that crap. He did think that eyes were unique, and showed deep emotions. He always found great beauty in people's eyes and he always unconciously studied others' when they looked into his own. After a moment, he remembered that Dae had asked a question, and he turned away, a slightly noticable blush on his cheeks at having acted like such a girl. Well we are at a school for the arts. I thinks it's kind of expected that we'd be a bit more 'deep'.


Remembering that he was supposed to answer, Jaiden replyed, "I have Creative writing as a major, and drama as a minor. I'm skipping drama though and headed to writing so I'll go with you." It wasn't really a question. They were both going to same way anyway so they'd be next to each other no matter what, unless one of them skipped of avoided the other like a leper. "It's nice to have another writing major. We don't really have a lot because half of the idoits in the world don't consider writing an art, a two thirds only consider visuals an art. The last quarter don't even care about art. And then there's us, the outliers." He didn't really care that his math was screwed up. It wasn't for a grade and all he could think about were those little pizza pie-charts they had in fifth grade making a whole pizza.


He started walking toward the art wing that they shared with the 'visual artists'. We didn't have enough students to have our own building and the painters, sculptors, etc were the quietest of the other arts, though there were occasionally a loud crash here and there. As he was walking, he realized something.


"You don't talk much do you?" Jaiden realized that he had been talking up a storm since he met Dae but it was only because he didn't like silence that much and he had only two settings: quiet, or loud as heck.
 
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