--- TO DRAW OR NOT TO DRAW, open

[`hades hellsing livingston]

mama, we all go to hell, mama, we all go to hell!
i'm writing this letter and wishing you well.
mama, we all go to hell!

Hades, unlike most of the other students at SSA didn't use all of his time at the academy to "practice" his art. His talent just didn't work that way. A peculiar occurrence indeed, he could draw only under the influence of strong emotions. He was never able to just sit down and draw something out of the blue, he couldn't complete an assigment on a given theme mainly because he needed actual feelings to draw his inspiration from. Being grim most of the time, his gaze directed towards something far beyond the common reality everyone else seemed to be living in, his works sometimes came out different, unusual, frightening in a way, because they represented the unknown, the twisted ideas and visions of Hades' mind.

Currently, it being lunch time, the academy halls were flooded with students. Most of them were heading for the Cafeteria to grab a bite or whatever. Hades didn't feel like eating at the moment. Something had been occupying his mind the whole morning. When he was walking to school, he had seen a beggar on the street. He had been meaning to pass the old man, like he usually did with such people, absolutely sure that they were able to get a job and not pickpocket people for small change. Then...he was completely stunned and forced to stand like an idiot in the middle of the street, glancing at the old man unbelievingly. What had happened? The man had given the slice of bread he had been holding in his hand to a street dog. Needless to say, Hades gave the old man all of his money for the day, which consisted of five dollars and forty-five cents.

This occurrence seemed to have inspired Hades, in its own way and the sixteen year old artist was currently sitting in a corner of the main hallway which led to the eastern studios (yes, sitting on the ground) with his sketch book and pencil in hand, trying to figure out where to start. He didn't care that people would think of him as the "weirdo who sits in the corner", actually he never really gave a damn about people's opinion of himself. At the moment, all he was focused on was his work. His homework theme had been "The streets" anyways. Now, how exactly to interpret the scene with the hobo and how to transform it into art?...Not letting himself dwell on the question much longer, Hades began to quickly maneuver the pencil over a blank sheet of paper and soon, the graffiti took the shape of an old man, reaching out towards a dog.

[Rochelle Stryder]

I talked to blue bird, she said why walk when you can fly?

She told me, baby life tastes better when you're high

Many of the students here were all into their own crazy overly dramatic life that it seriously annoyed Rochelle. Yes, she was in a “gang” but it did not act like the whole killing murderous gangs that they had in Los Angeles or New York. Today like most days however, life was seriously boring. But what was worse was the fact that she had this song well more like beat that she was working into a song. Many people here were into whatever was in the mainstream media these days but Rochelle was always the one to not be part of the crowd.

One would be able to know that she was not part of the crowd by the way she dressed. She never wore outrageous look at me I am a slut outfits. She was generally into the whole laid back with a little twist to things. Luckily this year the school took away those hideous uniforms that they thought would be a good way to conform the students. But the students out smarted them and told them by making us conform they were taking away our creativity to life and art.

Today, Rochelle got out of her class early for a change so she walked to the Cafeteria to just get a little something. Well, that little something turned into a green apple and a bag of sun chips along with a bottle of Coke and most importantly a bag of cookies. Okay so she was hungrier then she thought. So she walked with most of the food stuffed in her bag but the bottle in one hand and the apple in the other. She was about to head to the studios but really did not want to go there just yet. Most of the pop crazed students hanged out there during lunch so she started to wonder around the halls until she noticed someone off in the corner alone.

With a curious look on her face, she turned and walked over to the person. Without asking, she sat down next to him well not completely next to time him. She learned that in this school people were really touchy about their personal space whatever that meant. She took a bite of her apple and then chewed that for a moment as she watched people walk by. She came to the conclusion that there should be a skirt rule about the length and if there is one it needed to be enforced.

After a moment or two, she turned her attention to the guy next to her. So she was a little tripped out still. Last break she took a hit off a joint. Mostly it was a way to keep her calmed down since she is always so hyped up. Her amber eyes looked at him. She has seen him around but she never really talked to him. This made her wonder why? He did not look bad at all.

“Hey…” She finally said figuring that he was thinking she was insane or rude for not saying something by now. After she came to the conculsion that he was pretty good in her book, she turned and looked at the people that were walking by. She has been here for three years now. She was a junior but only 16. Honestly she did not care what her age was… since age was nothing but a stupid number that you have to go by so the government had a way to control things.

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Word Count: 585
Tagged: Hades
Outfit:Click here
Notes: This should be interesting lol

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