You're My Masterpiece ((Vaiiea/ James))

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James Jukar stood at his station, looking Professor Anque's lesson plan for today. Paint your greatest inspiration. James cocked his head, before fishing out his iPod from his bag. He'd insisted on keeping the Earth technology, it allowed him to keep sort of a connection to his life back on Earth. He scrolled down to his 'Art Playlist' deciding on Mindless Self Indulgence's "Stupid MF" as he began to make his pallet of oil pants. Taking some lindseed oil, he poured it into an oil container and grabbed a large canvas, beginning his work.

Hours later, long after everyone was gone from the studio, James was still working on his piece, ass shaking as he danced. Familiar faces graced the canvas, love shining in their eyes as James worked on their skin tones and expressions.

A week later, the work was featured out in the main student gallery--an artistic rendering of Aida and Drakary Jukar painted by their son, James Jukar.

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Vaiiea surveryed the art, his mouth set in a harsh line as he looked at this and that. The work was truly stunning. It had texture, emotional attachment, and showed promise for a talented artist. Glancing up at the nameplate just next to it, he searched his mind for the reason for the familiarity that came with the name James Jukar. It hit him then that the kid wouuld be attending his exclusive art class the next morning.

Stepping back, he nodded to a few of the students he had met this far, before heading to his classroom to prepare.

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James came into class, iPod blasting in his ears, fire red head bowed as he took a seat in the middle rear of the room and pulled out a pen and some paper. Students around him looked at him oddly, but that was the only way he liked to take notes.

Only after he was settled, did James look up at his new professor through thick strands of red hair. Their teacher was...okay looking he guessed. James couldn't decide if he was hot or not, he sort of walked the line. I guess that's how all teachers were supposed to look? Except for Professor Trunket, he was hot--and mated. But still hot.

He waited for the rest of the class to file in before taking his earpieces out and listening.

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Vaiiea looked over the class from where he was half sitting/half leanding back against his desk, his long legs spread out before him. Taking note of each face, he glanced down at the attendance sheet and the photographs beside each students name. Each and every one ahd been selected to attend this class due to their extraordinary skill in creating art using their own two hands. The way art should be.

Setting the digi-board aside he announced, "I am Professor Bochou. You all know what this class is and for whom. It's not going to be easy but it is going to be imaginative. You miss my class twice you're out. You're late more than three times you get to plead your case as to why you want to be here. This is the real deal, gentleman."

Moving around his desk, he ordered the school's AI to send in their model. "Today we're going to start with something basic." Waiting for their model to enter - a Zercan in peak physical condition who stood no less than 6'8" - he said. "What I want is an interpretation of what you see in this man. Not a portrait per say. Deai, remove the towel. Students, you have one hour."

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James blushed bright red at the sight of the ultra-fine Giver. He bit his lip, before looking at the man, narrowing his eyes. He saw strength, coiled in his limbs, but also just enough give so that he wouldn't be a wall of brawn.

James began to sketch, first an outline of the man's body, with little bits of definition here and there, but inside of him, there was a scene of movement--a large white tiger prowling, and the same tiger wrapped around a kit. He'd just began to shade the tiger when--

"Time."

Jame blinked, looking up at their professor.

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"Thank you, Deai, you're dismissed." Once the man was gone, he said, "Everyone hold your sketches before you." that said he began to walk past. There was seemingly nothing original, many of them just focusing on the man's beauty... and then he came to James Jukar. Pausing, he asked, "You saw a nurturing side to this man?" he mused. "Stand and explain your drawing to the class, Mr. Jukar."

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James flushed almost as red as his hair. "Uh...I just...um...h-he didn't seem to be as fierce as he appeared. I mean, he was big, and intimidating, but his eyes and his stance showed he wasn't as...l-like intense as he seemed. I mean h-he could likely be, but um...I'm sorry," he flushed, biting his lip and looking down. "It's hard to explain," he said.

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"Never be sorry when it comes to explaining your work," Vaiiea said curtly. "You draw things as you see them through your own artistic vision. It is the viewers job to interperate what you were thinking. Great work, Jukar, you may sit." moving on, he called on a few others to explain their work. A full hour later, he dismissed the class. "Tonight you will focus on something random. Something that does not mean something to you or someone you know. Gaze upon it and show me what it could be."

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James blushed, sitting down. On the way home, he pondered. What would be considered totally random?

He blinked as he saw a discarded can roll along the ground that the sanitation bots hadn't gotten to yet. He picked it up, looking at the crunched thing. He turned it over in his hands before sitting down on a bench with his sketchbook.

The can was now GODZILLA CAN! and it was chomping on an insect city in a sewer down below, as buildings of litter crumbled and insects ran for their lives. He blinked, seeing that it was getting very dark, and transferred home.

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Vaiiea was in the same position he had been in yesterday as the students filed in the room, the auto-attendance checker peeping with every head. "Welcome back, glass. You'll notice our set up is a little different today. There is an easel to each one of you and a blank piece of paper, you may sit your things down beside one. But before we begin our first class assignment for the day, I want all of you to press your random creations from last night against the back wall and head back to your easel."

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James blinked, setting his stuff down by a back easel, before placing his full color drawing on the raised ledge of the back of the room and moving back to his easel.

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"While I go over these I want you to draw me something entirely of your choice. These assignments may seem random, gentleman, but they help me gauge where you are and what i need to help you with. You have this entire period but I will be circling you, asking questions, so be prepared for that. And if you use any form of ear entertainment, be aware of my presence enough to take them out when I approach you." That said, he headed to the back wall to surbey the random works.

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Taking out his iPod and leaving one earpiece out, James began to draw out an idea he was having for an epic star piece with the fighter ship his brother was on flying through space with an epic shadow of his brother's "war face" sort of overlaying it. He danced a bit as he was want to do with his music as he sketched, ass waving.

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Vaiiea paused as the sight of the kid's ass shaking caught him totally off guard. Shaking his head, he immediately looked away and to the paintings. He knew better than oggling some kid like an old pervert. He was NOT profession Tingleberry.

Circling the easels, he stopped to chat here and there before coming to James, "This screams of personal connection. Fill me in."

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James jumped. "Uh..." he blushed. "I-it's for my brother. He's in the Flight Force and I wanted him to have something for his room." he blushed.