A Different Side of Me // Open

[ellorah armstrong]

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

Class had gone, in Ellorah's eyes, well today. She hadn't even had the qualifications of a teacher, but she was teaching what she knew. And, to her, art wasn't so much about learning so many things, but expressing yourself in which way you wanted. You could grab a bucket a paint and toss it against a concrete wall and it could be art. She flipped through the different papers she'd passed out days before; it was a questionaire of some sort, shaking her head. She still couldn't believe all of this was happening.

Standing, she placed all her things in a cabinet. After grabbing a sketchpad, she left the room, flicking off the lights and shutting the door. She walked down the hall, giving a sincere smile and greetings to the students who looked her way. It was weird to be called Ms.Armstrong. She hadn't thought she would be called that for years. She'd let her students know the first day she was teaching art that they could call her Ellie or Lorah if they wanted, but some kept the respect of her being older. She appreciated it by far, but she couldn't help but want them to see her more as a teacher. That's what she was here for. To be someone they could trust, and although they didn't need to voice out their problems vocally, they could do it in class by channeling their feelings and emotions into the art work she assigned.

She found herself in the courtyard, smiling softly at her surroundings. She walked around for a moment, letting her eyes take in the scenery. This was one of the places she felt most serene in. You can bet it was scary for her to be here in the academy at times. She sat down as she pondered about this. There was so many dangers in coming here and trying to help these hunters in training. But, she'd come. There were times she questioned her own decision, but it all went away when she saw the kids messing around or taking her class seriously. They were kids, so there was no way she'd ever think about leaving. They worried her too, though. She didn't think that such young people should have what she sees in their eyes. They should withhold the ability to kill something without hesitation. It just didn't feel right.

Then again, someone had to do it. Someone had to keep the people around the world safe. She adjusted herself on the edge of the fountain where she sat so she could cross her legs, taking a pencil out from her hair and opening up the sketchpad she had drawn. She was going to have to ask Dean or Sam to teach her a few things about fighting. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she was sure a time would come when she might need it. She looked up for a moment, memorizing different things before looking down and starting a drawing, which at first, only looking like lines traces in different directions. Soon enough, the real picture would be revealed, though.

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

[Naamah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #eeeeee; border-top: 10px solid #181818;padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px;text-align: justify;] [/style][style=text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;font-family: verdana;]Somewhat standing out amongst the trim tidiness of the courtyard was an oak tree of many ages. The thing was an ancient gnarled thing, so old in fact that half of it refused to grow leaves anymore, just left the proud branches shamelessly bare. The naked branches intertwined in a complicated labyrinth befitting of such an old tree. The cat neither knew nor cared about any of these things. He was a big, tough thing – fifteen pounds of his own cat-like brand of arrogance and ferocity complete with the battle scars to back it up, a regular bundle of feral muscle. It had spent the morning prowling in the bushes at the edges of the court yard deliberately leaving its scent to tell anything with a nose, ’Yes, this belongs to me.’ Now it draped itself over a comfortable little dip on the naked end of the oak tree. All the wise old history of it ignored in favour of a comfortable perch where at this time of day the sunlight angled just right to warm his dark fur. Yes, he was the king of this domain. How long he basked there, he did not know. But there was only so long one can just lay there and do nothing before getting restless. He ignored the human that wandered into the courtyard but the pretty blue bird that landed on the pavement caught his eye. INTRUDER! every fiber of his entire being screamed, and he got to his feet, long tail flicking nastily behind him. One long leap was all it took to get him nimbly to the ground. The startled bird flap, flap, flapped away. Feeling immensely pleased with itself, the cat decided to check out the human that had situated herself by his water source. Head and tail lifted high in a show of dominance (so she knew who the boss was), the cat started towards her in what he liked to call a majestic saunter. And ran right into the unyielding legs of another human that had not been there before. Growling indignantly up at the creature who dared put herself in its way, the cat yowled when it was suddenly lifted off its feet. Hissing and spitting and clawing at whatever skin was available to him, the cat demanded to be let down. This was not how a king is treated, dammit. For the record, Naamah was not impressed. ”No, stupid,” she chastised the cat loudly, holding him up at eye level despite his vehement protests which only grew louder as she shook him, ”You’re not the king of anything.” Notes: --- Words: 426 Tagged: Ellorah/Open template by staccato

[ellorah armstrong]

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

ellorah kept on with her painting, continuously looking up to memorize the different things before capturing it on the paper. she's been relaxed and calm for the time being, getting away from this unusual new life of hers. when ellorah painted, she was able to feel like things were nornal. the disappointment came when it all ended and she had to realize that all of this wasn't all some crazy run of her imagination. as different thoughts swam in the back of her mind, she slowed down in her strokes, not paying much mind to what and who was around.

so, when she'd heard a cat growl, she blinked and turned up, surprised to find not only the feling but another person in the courtyard with her. the small blonde remained quiet, wondering if he person had been the owner of the cat. although, it would be a bit awkward since the cat seemed to want nothing to do with the woman lifting her up from the ground. it brought a smile to ellie's face, liking to see something normal like that every once and a while. she wondered who the girl was, though. she didn't think she had ever seen her before and wasn't sure she was even a student here.

she wasn't very well with the whole figuring out who was what. but, the girl didn't seem very threatening, so ellorah had absolutely no problem with her. you might say she needed to be a bit more cautious upon first greetings. setting her art supplies down, the woman stood up and ambled over to her other companions in the area and laughed under her breath. "i don't think cats enjoy being manhandled in that way. you might want to stop stakig her before she turns vicious." she smiled to the girl and laughed again. "i don't believe i've seen you around. i'm ellorah." she hoped the girl wasn't one of her students or she would feel very guilty to not have remembered her.

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

Ellorah Joleigh Armstrong

[Naamah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #eeeeee; border-top: 10px solid #181818;padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px;text-align: justify;] [/style][style=text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;font-family: verdana;]The cat was still spitting, growling, yowling, clawing, demanding that this human, this creature, this whatever it is let it go. For her part, Naamah wasn’t trying very hard to get the feline to stop. Actually, the petite blonde seemed almost amused. Her arms, bearing somewhat deep scratch marks (none of which were bleeding), stilled and she allowed the cat to struggle, his whole body thrashing from where he hung in the air. A voice from the side wafted into her ears. Naamah had only been vaguely paying attention to everything other than the cat when she flew into the courtyard but the angel remembered the presence of another human. Oh yea, some blonde woman with a book and a pencil. It had only taken half a second for her to mentally declare the human unimportant, leaving her attention solely on the cat. That same human was talking to her now. Naamah raised her head, amber pools staring the woman in the eye intently, almost calculatingly. She tilted her head slightly, mind replying the last minute or so, reabsorbing all she had said. "I don't think cats enjoy being manhandled in that way. You might want to stop shaking her before she turns vicious. I don't believe I've seen you around. I'm ellorah." ”Him,” Naamah corrected, ignoring the harassed cat in favour of correcting the woman’s mistake. The cat, as if sensing attention had shifted from him to the tall-human and that it meant he was not getting down anytime soon, yowled louder, demanding the angel’s attention. Naamah’s eyes snapped back on the feline with a frown. ”No, cat. Do not command me to put you down.” The yowls only grew louder, as if in protest. In retaliation, Naamah shook the cat harder, ”I am no peasant, you ridiculous feline.” Frowning deeper in frustration, Naamah unceremoniously let the cat drop onto the ground. He landed on all fours and with a relieved hiss, leaped into the cover of the foliage, putting as much distance between him and the two two-leggeds as possible. The angel cared about none of this, however, choosing instead to inspect the deep scratches in her vessel with interest. Remembering the woman standing off to the side, Naamah let her arms drop to her sides, deciding to let her grace heal her vessel on its own. ”Naamah,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, ”Do all creatures of Earth have such low brain capacity?” Notes: --- Words: 415 Tagged: Ellorah/Open template by staccato