Wrenji and Thar's kinda lame rpg <3
 

Name: Joi ( pronounced like Joey)

Personality: Quite normally. Sits by herself in class. A 'B+' student. Is shy when she's around people, but opens up once she get to know someone. She loves playing the violin.

Looks: http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e7...lo17/anime.jpg

Name: Michael

Personality: Arrogant and self-centered. Son of a millionaire businessman. Has been kicked out of several private schools for fighting on the grounds.

Joi was sitting by herself, as usual, drawing a picture of an anime character when the teacher spoke up. "Hello class B. We have a new student joining our class today." The teacher looked up from his paper. "I don't know where he is though. So let's start."

Class was moving slowly. The new student still hadn't shown up. I wonder who it is. Well, seeing how this a private school, they must be someone rich. Joi thought as she wrote down her very detailed notes. Calculus. Easy. British Literature Advanced. Easy. Joi was one of the smartest kids in the class. Given that, she didn't have many friends. The other students either avoided her, or envied her. Joi sighed and said "It's not like I need friends, right mother?" Joi's mother was the typical tyrannical parent. After her first husband had died, Margerite had taken over his multi-million dollar company. There were rumors of course, about her murdering him, about a lover she had murdering him. But Joi didn't know if they were true. Her father had been a wonderful man, caring and kind to others. Her mother was the opposite. Margerite didn't like that she had had a daughter, she had wanted a son - and had two with her second husband. Joi didn't mind. Before he father's death, he had admitted Joi into this school. He had wanted Joi to be the successor to his company - and indeed she was going to be - when she was 18. Two more years. Two more years of suffering from the abandoning loneliness of Terinwood High. Be thankful for where life had set you. It could always be worse. It was her father motto. He had made her a bracelet with that slogan on it. She wore it everyday.

Michael was dreading going to this new school. Just another stop till I'm free. He was turing 18 soon, and would be able to go where he wanted, when he wanted, and no one could stop him. If one wanted to place Michael into a category, the one that would be chosen the most would be 'most likely to end up dead before turning 21.' He snuffed out his cigarette, and walked inside the building. The woman at the front desk scowled at him, "You're late. On you first day Mr. Matthews. Your father will not be happy to hear about that." Michael smiled, "Then he won't hear about it." He took the paper that she held, and headed towards the first room listed.

As the teacher was speaking, the door opened violently making every student look up from their work. "Ah!" The teacher said. "You-you must be the new student! Welcome, Welcome! Please grab a book, here." He pointed to the edge of his desk. "And it looks like there is a seat open near..." He looked around the room. As if the plot demanded it, the only open seat was next to Joi. She looked up as he sat. Should I talk to him? She thought, He seems like a slimey character.

Michael sat down next to the girl and gave her his best smile. "Hello. My name is Michael. What is your name?" This girl is looking at me like I'm so kind or creeper.

"Well, aren't you charming." Joi said returning his smile - only her was much more subtle. "My name is Joi. Pleased to met you. I hope you enjoy your time at this school." She turned back to her notes.

"Well, Miss studious. Thank you for you warmhearted welcome. What are you writing down? Notes on how to be cruel to people? No? Hmm... pity. At least that way, someone might have a fair warning." Michael knew that she hated what he was saying, and he didn't care. He's done the same thing to many girls. "What can I say? I'm a heartbreaker." He had once told a girl that after breaking up with her. He didn't see how girls could be so clingy and trusting. It was annoying how dependent they were. He had promise his father that he would be a good student; he didn't say anything about being a good boy.

"No," Joi said noting his sarcasm "They are notes on how to dissect human bodies. I am very interested in the occult so I am making a list." She turned away from him again, smiling at he dimwit. Surely even he can understand. She thought. While she was very interested in the occult, she didn't make a point to study it. However, she was telling the truth about her notes. She was in anatomy, studding to be a surgeon - not that it mattered. She was going to inherit a million dollar company, all she would have to do is talk to people on the phone, travel the world, and eat bon-bons. Life was going to be simple for her. Too simple for her liking, so she studied. She was going to become a surgeon, she was making plans to start her own out-patient building. She was going to work for a living. She feared becoming her mother, so she worked hard everyday, and didn't make many friends. The teacher announced the subject shift, so Joi packed her thing in her satchel. She was going to her art class. Maybe making something in clay would take her mind off of the new student.

Michael was amused by the strange girl. It shocked him that he felt the urge to follow her as she left the room. He looked at the piece of paper in his hand. "Art." he mused. The girl had been mumbling something about art. "Well, I guess she can't get rid of me that quickly." He walked out of the classroom and laughed to himself. I feel like I'm stalking her.

The hair on Joi's neck stood on end. She had seen that Michael was following her. She sighed inward. I bet he has art too. Great. Joi entered the studio and took her normal seat by a large window that thee teacher usually kept curtained - today however it was letting in every ray of sunshine possible. The easels were set into a circle around the center stage. "Are we sketching someone to day, Charlie?" Joi asked of the charmingly flamboyant instructor that was circling the class in a hurry. Charlie ran and hugged Joi. "Of course, love. We have a new pupil. We must add the best sketch of him to the wall!" he said referring to the wall of student's sketches of the other student in the class. "I bet he looks wonderful." Charlie smiled, then continued to set up the rest of the room. "Oh, yes!" Joi called sarcastically to his back. "That arrogant rich kid doesn't look any different then the rest of us." She laughed, then saw that Michael had entered the room. She threw a cool smile at him, keeping her head level. "Welcome to the art studio, Michael."

Michael had to admit, she sure was something. "Thank you for your kind words Joi." He walked over and took her hand, then kissed her palm. I can make someone's blood boil too. Since she had snubbed him in their earlier class, Michael was going to do his best to annoy her in this one. "You make me feel so welcome. Now, you said something about sketching me? Shall I be nude for you?" He let go of her hand to tak off his jacket then he reached for the hem of his shirt, and whipped it off dramatically. He smiled as he heard gasps all around the room. Michael worked out for about 3 hours everyday, he didn't look like a body builder or anything of the sort, but he knew he looked good enough to model for. He had done it many times in the past, only those times he had been instructed to be nude. Charlie ran over as he reached for the snap of his jeans. "That is enough, Mr. Matthews. Now put your clothes back on!" Several of the girls in the class sighed, one said "He can stay like that if he wants to, Charlie. This is art class." Charlie smiled, then walked away waving his hands in the air. "Fine! Do what you like. I'm going to my office. I have blogs to post. Have fun and don't cause trouble." Michael could only smile. Trouble is my middle name. He thought.

Joi was throughly embarrassed. She sat quietly in her normal seat, after he had let go of her hand. She didn't want to look at him anymore. He exited her, and scared her. She didn't want to fall in love with a megalomaniac, and vowed to herself that she wouldn't - at all cost - fall for his charms. He sat down in his relaxed pose so she picked up her pencil and began to draw him. It had been an hour before she realized how much detail she was using. She had only drawn his face, while the persons next to her - and she guessed, everyone else in the room - had already drawn his whole pose. She felt embarrassed again, but shook her head and began to draw his torso. After 40 more minutes, the bell rang and Joi was still drawing his torso. He had left his shirt off, so she was sketching the details of his muscles. The bell had made her jump and drop the pencil she was holding. It was then that she realized she was one of the 3 people still in the studio. Michael was looking at her, and she blushed.

He had watched her as she concentrated on his drawing. Her eyes were full of determination - and passion. When the bell rang he didn't move; she jumped when it had. Their eyes met. "Would you like me to stay longer? I believe I have the next period off. How about you?" He flashed her a killer smile, then frowned as he felt something unsettling in his chest. In truth, he didn't have a free period, but he had no desire to learn about numbers. He just wanted to let her draw him.

Joi blushed at his offer. She did have a free period next, and had planned to stay in the studio anyway. "Sure. But only if you want to. I wouldn't want to force you to do something you didn't want to." She batted her eyes and smiled.

Michael felt his heartbeat quicken. This little fox doesn't know what she can do. He thought, then said allowed. "I have the time. Would you like me to move, or am I fine the way I am?" He didn't know how much she had drawn, but he knew art and he new art took time. "Charlie." he called, remembering the instructor who had just walked into the studio. "Do you mind if Joi and I stay to finish? I assume you do not have a class now, as no one new has entered the room." The instructor looked baffled for a minute, then smiled, and nodded his head. He continued to walk back into his office, leaving the two of them alone.

"Well, thank you." Joi said. "And yes, you're fine. You haven't moved what I have yet to draw." she smiled, then began her work again. She drew the curves of his arms that he had wrapped around the chair he sat in. She became engrossed with his hands, trying to make them perfect. When she was satisfied, she moved to drawing his hips and legs. "Have you modeled before?" she asked wanting to break the silence that had grown between them. At last, she began to draw the chair, but since she could really care less about it, she finished rather quickly. She signed the bottom of the page and stood. "I'm done." she said. "We can leave now. I'm sure the bell is about to ring again soon. She packed her pencils into her bag and looked at her drawing. It was beautiful. If only because he is beautiful. She thought.

Michael smiled. "Yeah, I've been a model before. I used to go to an art school near my apartment. My parent's hated it." He watched her grab her things and look at the picture. "May I see?" he asked before jumping down from the stage. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. She had drawn him like a god. He could see every detail that she had done, every line and crease. "Wow." he said amazed. "You're good. Why aren't you at an art school?"

Joi looked at him and smiled weakly. "Why are any of us here? Because our parents want us to be here. I didn't have a choice. My mother doesn't even want me here. It was my father's dream for me to graduate from his alma mater. My mother wants me to be at home, learning how to take care of the house and the servants. She wants me to sit on my butt all day and eat bon-bons like she does. She wants me..." Joi turned away, and took her art down, ripping it in half and dropping it on the ground. She turned her head back to him. "How silly of me to talk out about my family. I am sorry, sir. I'll be going now." She curtsied and walked out of the studio.

Michael was astonished, and was sure his jaw was on the floor. "How could you just do something like that?" But Joi had left. He picked the torn pieces of paper. "Perfectly in half." he muttered. He took the picture to Charlie who first yelled at him for destroying artwork, then questioned him about Joi's behavior. "She's always been like that." He said. "But never this bad. I've never seen her rip up something so, well, good. What did you say to her?" Michael shrugged and shook his head. He then looked out the door and said, "She started to talk about her family, she got upset, then she left. That's all that happened." Charlie closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You shouldn't have made her do that. Now she'll never come back to the studio. Thanks kid, now get to class." The bell rang.

Joi pushed her way down the crowded hallway on the edge of tears. Suddenly she bumped into someone. "Hey look out!" The boy said upset at the uncaring people in the hallway. "Joi looked up at him and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to." She tried to get by, but the boy blocked her path. "Let me by, please." She said getting annoyed. The boy ran his fingers through her hair. "You're really pretty. What's your name." Joi pulled away from him, and looked into his eyes then smiled. "Peter, you know who I am." She hugged her friend, as he laughed. "Well, I couldn't recognize you! I've never seen you so upset, chickpea. What's wrong?" She let her arms relax, but she kept her hands on his shoulders. She grinned, then sighed, then flashed a brilliant smile. "Whatever would be wrong in my life?" Peter knew what she meant. He shrugged off her hands, then grabbed one of them and started to walk to class. When they were further down the hall Peter said. "So who made the mistake of asking about your family?"

Michael caught up with Joi in time to see her join her boyfriend - or a boy he assumed she was dating. He walked behind them in the crowd, easily pushing his way through the passer-by. I feel like I'm stalking her. he thought, watching the couple shuffle over the to side of the hall. He looked at the sign above the door and sighed. Well, this is my next class. I hope she doesn't get too upset. I wouldn't want the school to have to call animal control. He laughed and walked past them into the small classroom. At least, it felt small to him after being in the cathedral that had been the art studio. He handed the obligatory papers to the teacher and took a seat in the back. He watched the door waiting for Joi to walk in.

Joi sighed at Peter's question. "The new student, Michael. He thinks he's so great just because he's good looking and rich." Even though the school was a private school, most of the students were there on loans; besides Joi, and a few others - Michael was now included - who were better off.

"I'll be sure to beat him up later, just for you." Peter said releasing Joi's arm. "Well, here's your class." he said walking her to the door. He kissed her on the cheek. "Have fun, and don't kill anyone."

Michael smiled when he saw Joi walked through the door. Well, this is going to be a fun class. he thought as her eyes drifted to meet his. "How nice to see you Joi. Long time, no see." He patted the seat next to him, "Look's like we're partners." Michael didn't know why the thought made him so happy.