<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:30pm)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Metalworking Class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Faye, Open<br/><hr/>Metal working...<br/><br/>Maya wasn’t sure what exactly had spurred her into signing up for a metalwork class of all classes, but taking a quick glance around the spacious room she could think of a few tempting candidates. Firstly she’d been intrigued by the idea of shaping and moulding metal into something creative or dangerous. Having spent her entire life swiping and using completed products, she’d never paused to consider the process and work that went into creation. And while she was at a clear disadvantage in the class... Maya wasn’t really devoted to the idea of passing most of her classes anyway. If for nothing else, she’d be happy to say she’d joined to watch the Machoke and Machamp brothers busily pounding away at a slab of steel... blacksmith style. She wondered what would happen if she were to sneak up and tickle one of them?<br/><br/>Furthermore, anything was better than sitting in a dull dreary class listening to some spectacled old guy rant on and on about ethics, and social awareness. And while it could have been biased assumption, she felt like many of the others in the class felt the same.... she just needed to be a bit wary of the ever watchful eye of the foreman teacher in charge. Who’d kept Maya well within his sights ever since Maya used a metal cutting machine to slice through a cupcake she’d ‘acquired.’ She didn’t really understand what the fuss was about, especially since she was the victim who’d ended up having a cupcake fitted with tiny bits of metal.<br/><br/>She’d probably have to lay low for at least a week or two... but sitting around doing nothing wasn’t something she could imagine herself doing. Nor was it something she’d be willing to try... which meant there was only one thing to do. Pester the othe-... err be inspired by the other students. Glancing around the class and picking out a few familiar faces, Faye stood out in particular. Especially amongst the sea of predominantly male faces. Curious as to what she was up to, Maya quietly decided to sneak her way over, instinctively taking a slight detour around the class so that she could approach the girl from behind.<br/><br/>”Fayyyyye, show me something interesting... or even better do my assignment for me, the stupid teacher won’t let me near the machinery for some reason” Maya complained, placing one hand on Faye shoulder and peering over to see whatever the girl was supposedly working on.