The Karenosha Academy of The Art
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Procrastinationary on 21-11-2008, 01:18:24</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Karenosha Academy of The Art</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Procrastinationary</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 01:18:24</strong>
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				The Academy lay eternally within its own land, several thousand acres of pristine wilderness, at the heart of which lay the venerable building, which was far larger within than without. From high above one could have viewed the seemingly endless forests that ranged across the hills and vales and up into the high mountains, where ice cold streams fed rivers that in their turn fed tributaries and lakes, keeping the land fertile and alive. The very air was filled with magical energy, for only under the watchful eye of the Art could such an Eden have survived the hands of man. There was little that could not be found in the wilderness beyond the school's grounds, no matter where the wandering lands took the strange Academy.<br><br>The school itself lay within a vast network of perfectly manicured gardens, fields, meadows and mazes, the vast, brooding building towering several stories high, two huge wings spreading out like vast wings to either side. Dark as night, the octagonal basalt columns that form the outer walls seem to absorb the light, though the courtyards dotted around it are filled with warmth and life, though it is not always obvious as to who tends these pleasure gardens or the pools that accompany them. The hallowed halls within have long been twisted by magical energies, until they have formed a labyrinth only navigable by those gifted with a sense for the arcane. Secrets and mysteries remain slumbering around every corner, poised to confound even the brightest and most perceptive of minds.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>The Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Procrastinationary</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 01:31:23</strong>
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				The standard conveyance to the Academy at the beginning of the school year was the Train, an ancient but immaculate steam engine that ran on its own rails. As though it had been snatched out of time and space from the Age of Steam, the Train was meticulously maintained by its enigmatic engineers, kept running precisely on time without a single flaw, the sort of efficiency that could only be wrought of hard work and magic. There was no such thing as the Train being late, the very idea was outside the very comprehension of those who had grown used to its dutiful service. It made no stops on the way, for those who were supposed to be on the journey found themselves there one way or another, even if they couldn't quite remember how.<br><br>The engine chugged along at a fine time as it bore its passengers to the Academy, moving on rails that did not exist in the usual space and time. Outside the windows one could watch forests and distant fields rush past, though it was not easy to tell just where one was. Nevertheless, there were numerous diversions for the passengers, a fully stocked dining car and numerous sleeping cars in addition to the cabins used by those who required neither food nor sleep.
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				Title: <strong>The Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Procrastinationary</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 02:49:01</strong>
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				The dining car attracted a quiet and conscientious occupant along its strange journey. The man adopted a rather mournful dress, all in black as he settled into his table, arms and legs folded acrosss one another as he settled into his peaceful reflection. The Times spread out in front of him like a bird of prey, offering up its hard won information to his keen gaze as he studied the effects of his absence. His sultry lips pursed as his eyes darted back and forth across the usual journalistic habits in an effort to occupy his time. While quite aware of the dangerous games awakened by his presence, he was careful not to give away his attentions, even in the midst of his patient reverie.<br><br>He decided on biscuits and sherry while waiting for his preferred breakfast to be prepared, sipping lightly as he took stock of the others present. His first assignment with children made him all the more wary, and not only because of their inexperience. He had seen a great deal of darkess and had no desire to relive it for the sake of educating young fools.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Karenosha Academy of The Art</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackstardust</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 03:07:00</strong>
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				Serenity had taken a seat closest to the window, she had purposefully chosen it so she could distract herself with the passing nature outside.&nbsp; The small chatter among other students reaching her ears but not quite registering.&nbsp; The other girls at the table were gossiping about boys going to the school and a new principal.&nbsp; But this canter didn't interest her, quite yet. <br><br>It was the hostess bringing the cart with food that she watched for a minute, observing tastes of the students and.....is that faculty?&nbsp; She watched the buscuits and sherry put before the older gentleman and watched him, she was quite an observer in the mist of new surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Karenosha Academy of The Art</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Procrastinationary</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 03:38:40</strong>
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				To those that knew him Jonathan's tastes were no easier to predict than those of a stranger. Nevertheless, he remained calm and polite as the scones were delivered to him fresh from the oven, along with pots of fresh cream and apricot jam, the perfect compliment to the dark tea he preferred. He laid the newspaper out as he settled into the most important tast of dining, slathering the warm scones with fresh cream and fruit preserves as he sought to awaken his senses before their arrival. His sharp teeth sliced through the baked dough, each meticulous mouthful carefully chewed before he let it pass down his throat with a sip of hot tea.<br><br>The new appointment was rather unlike his customary breakfast, or even his habitual careers, for he was far from a tutor by nature. Nevertheless he devoted his time to the task at hand, crystalline fangs glistening with every sip and spoken word as he sought the sense of it all. He occupied himself without worry or concern, wielding the knife deftly to slather the scones in rich cream and fruit preserves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Karenosha Academy of The Art</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 19:15:29</strong>
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				As Josephine stepped into the dining car, her eyes flashed from brown to grey as a slight apprehension filled her.&nbsp; She could feel the mixed energy and the questioning stares as the entire car watched the new stranger eating his scones and reading his paper.&nbsp; From the summer, she had known that the old headmaster had passed a new type of headmaster would be joining the Academy in the fall.&nbsp; Josephine had learned a lot regarding the new headmaster and had recognized him as soon as she entered the dining car.<br><br>She brushed some dark loose curls out of her face as she assessed the situation before her. She made her way towards an empty table in front of the new stranger taking a seat and ordering some tea hoping it would calm her nerves.&nbsp; Her eyes changed once again, going back to a shade of brown as she pulled out her sketch book and opened it up to her latest work. As she looked down at the work in progress she realized that it looked much like the man sitting at the table in front of her. Her eyes flashed blue as a soft smirk emerged on her face.&nbsp; While playing with the ancient locket she wore around her neck, she picked up a pencil and continued with her sketch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Karenosha Academy of The Art</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackstardust</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 02:28:14</strong>
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				Serenity stood and slid out of the booth and made her way by the cart, she was about to leave the cart when she saw a girl drawing, from the view over the girl's shoulder she saw she had been drawing the gentleman sitting with her.&nbsp; Serenity figured it cute and that they probably knew each other.<br><br>She slid past the standing students and stepped around the legs invading the isle until she was free to push through the door to the adjoining cart.&nbsp; She sighed, it was of relief as she walked much more easily through this cart.&nbsp; She sat towards the back on a bench like seat, her hands folded in her lap and staring out the window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Karenosha Academy of The Art</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 19:37:09</strong>
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				Josephine felt herself straighten up, she had sensed Serenity noticing her sketches as soon as it had occurred.&nbsp; Her eyes changed to grey as she felt some hesitation in others seeing what she was doing. She didn't know Serenity well, but she had heard a lot about her as a promising junior student. Josephine knew a lot about what went on at the Academy - she knew much of the student body and the faculty. She knew Serenity was harmless to her, but still did not want people to see her sketches. She closed her sketch book and placed it down on the table, as she sipped her tea. As she calmed down her eyes returned to their regular shade of brown. 
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