[Potironette]

Finished showering, Luck clad himself in pajamas. He brushed his teeth and went back to his room. Mother and Father were still out. Working maybe. Maybe doing something else. He finished his homework in a haphazard fashion before turning off the lights. The day was still somewhat early as the just setting sun streamed in. Luck didn't mind. He always slept before the moon rose.

He dreamed of a pale faced boy who sat atop a rising moon against the rolling thunderclouds.

[Kitarun]

Rune went to bed after he finished copying out the notes for Luck. He'd stuck them into an empty binder for the teen, and put it into his backpack with the rest of his homework somhe wouldn't forget it in the morning. He changed quickly, shutting his door almost all the way, and turned the light off, crawling into bed. Thankfully it seemed to be a peaceful night for both him and his father. Likely- hopefully- the man was passed out in front of the tv, and would stay there.

Rune woke part way through the night to a weight atop of him. His eyes widened, and he struggled briefly, before stilling after a hard slap across the face, and a harsh voice telling him things would only be worse if he didn't just take it. He laid there, tears silently running down his face as his father had his way with him once more.

In reality it didn't take long, but to Rune it felt like an eternity. His father finally left, stroking his hair lightly, alcohol-scented breath in his face as he told him what a good boy he was. Once he'd left, Rune curled up, letting himself cry some more, ashamed and sticky with sweat and... He didn't want to think about what else was on him. After a while, he picked himself up off of the bed with a whimper, stripping the sheets off the bed before heading for the washroom, limping a bit. He got into the shower, turning the water on hot, scrubbing himself clean before letting himself slide down the wall, curling up on himself, just letting the hot water soak him, turning his skin red with the heat, hoping it would wash away the shame with everything else. It never did, though.

[Potironette]

6 AM read the clock by the bedside. Luck slammed the alarm with a grunt.
6 30 AM read the clock by the bedside, and Luck slammed the alarm again. He woke up five minutes later. He wasn't late, but almost late. Just the way he liked it.

No time for breakfast, Luck pilfered some cold spaghetti from the fridge and placed it in Tupperware.

Five minutes before class began, he arrived at the front steps of the school. Two minutes before class he was at his locker. At the last minute he made it to art class, just as the students were shuffling in.

[Kitarun]

((Runes courses: Art, English, Science, Programming.
Lucks courses: Art, Math, Science, History

Should they change day to day, or same ones at the same time?))

Rune didn't sleep anymore that night. Once he'd gotten out of the shower, only because the water went cold, he'd dressed for the day, covered the worst of his visible bruises, grabbed his backpack, and snuck out of the house early. Sure it was only five in the morning, but he had nothing better to do, and it was safer out of his house than in it.

He'd gone wandering, heading for a little coffee shop that was open all night where the employees knew him by name, and had his order memorized. Going in and sitting down, he pulled out his laptop and smiled up at the woman who brought him his large coffee with two sugar and a shot of french vanilla. He handed her his money, and she headed back behind the counter, letting Rune relax with his coffee in silence.

When 8:30 rolled around, he got up, packing his stuff away, and got another coffee to go, heading off to the school, making it several minutes before the bell.

[Potironette]

((Maybe changing the days would make it more interesting. Also, gym was forgotten yesterday, though maybe gym class can be in the mornings, or the period that both Luck and Rune missed. Which one do you want to do?))

Shuffling into the classroom with the rest of the nearly-late students, Luck picked a seat at random. Art. Luck hoped they would draw instead of learn art history today. Drawing was easy, since the teacher graded more on effort than anything else. So long as a piece was finished and looked alright, it was passable. That, and the freedom to talk whenever drawing time came around.

The teacher took out a stack of white paper. Rough on the surfaces. Perhaps they were drawing after all?

[Kitarun]

((Mkay, so...
Rune: art, gym, english, lunch, science, programming
Luck: art, gym, math, lunch, science, history ??))

Rune was still limping slightly when he made it to school. He headed for his locker first, then off to his first period class, Art, with Luck. Just what he needed. He rolled his eyes slightly at the thought, shaking his head to clear it before heading for the art room, taking his seat and pulling out his sketchbook when he got there.

[Potironette]

((That works ^^.))

The teacher was asking now for people to hand out pieces of paper. Luck took the chance to walk around the classroom. He raised his hand to volunteer. The teacher split the paper with him and some other student. He took one side of the room, the other student took the other. Luck turned immediately took the side where he had seen Rune sitting.

Looking down from behind Rune, Luck saw a sketchbook in front of Rune. He leaned down by Rune's ear and whispered: "Do you need a sheet of paper?"

[Kitarun]

Rune numped slightly at the suddenness of Luck being right there beside him, whispering in his ear. He glanced over, and nodded, even though he doubted he'd actually end up using it. The sketchbook he was working in was one he deemed 'school-safe', meaning there was nothing outside of his ordinary work for class, unlike the one Cork and Fran had taken from him the day before.

He accepted the sheet of paper, and before Luck could wander off to the next student, he made mention of the notes he'd copied. "I've those math notes copied for you... When d'you want them?"

[Potironette]

"Lunchtime would be good." Said Luck as he straightened himself. "Thanks." He gave a genuine smile. He hadn't really expected Rune to copy the math notes. Sometimes people said things but never got around to it.

Luck waited for Rune's reply before he turned to the next student, handing out more sheets of paper. Lunch was after his math class, but it hardly seemed as if there was a suitable time in between for math notes.

[Kitarun]

Rune nodded, agreeing to the lunchtime arrangement. "Same place as yesterday, so long's it doesn't start raining." He said. The sky had looked awfully dark that morning, but you never knew if it'd clear up or start pouring.

[Potironette]

"Alright Rune." Luck replied. "See you then." Luck wondered for a moment if it would rain. He had an umbrella in his locker in case he needed it, but he doubted Rune would be outside in the rain.

When Luck returned to his seat, he wondered what art class would be. He hoped it would have nothing to do with rain. He didn't like the rain. It brought him down. Soggy, wet, gray, dark. Boring and falling. What good was a rainy day when you didn't live on a farm?

[Kitarun]

Rune quite liked the rain. To him, it was calming, soothing. You could go out in it and no one would know whether it were raindrops running down your face, or tears. Best part, hardly anyone else was ever out in it, and if they were, they were in too much of a rush to get out of it to pay him any attention. It washed away all of his worries for a moment, giving him that silence and solitude he so desperately craved.

[Potironette]

The rain bored him. It made the skies less blue. He shook his head free of the rain. What was the teacher saying?

Something about impressionism, it seemed. He asked someone next to him what they were doing.
"Dunno, wasn't paying attention." Came the reply. He turned over to someone else.
"Did you remember to bring a photo?" They asked.
"No." He said, long and drawn out.
"We're copying images from photos." They gave a grin that said "You're screwed."

Luck shrugged and got up to look for photos in the bookshelf the art classroom kept. There were always more photos there. He picked a magazine at random.
There was a picture of a waterspout tornado. All blue. Even the clouds looked blue. He went back to his table to copy it.

[Kitarun]

Rune had forgotten to bring a picture as well. Thankfully there was already a pile of magazines next to him on the table, because of the person across from him. Grabbing one, he flipped through, before tossing it to the side and grabbing another. He did this a few times before picking anpicture, tearing the page out of the magazine.

[Potironette]

They had a choice of using any medium. Oil paint, acrylic, watercolor, colored pencils, crayons, markers, and any other material they could think of. Luck picked up a bunch of multicolored markers, not wanting to bother with paints. He supposed that paints would look the best with waterspouts, but he couldn't be bothered to try it. Markers it was, then.

He dotted using the markers. George Seurat's style. Point-ill-ism, or something. It took a lot longer than using paints, for sure, but he liked dotting with the markers. He didn't need to think too much about mixing paint at least.

[Kitarun]

For all that Rune liked art class, he hated impressionism with a passion. He was far too detail-oriented to successfully work a style that demanded less detail and more... Impression.

He used that passionate hatred, at least, and his image turned out much darker than he'd intended, causing him to have to restart from scratch. His second try, he toned it down a bit, but still let his emotions fuel his work, which actually worked well for him.