From: molly_mormon	Date: January 19th, 2011 01:46 am (UTC)		(Link)

Molly didn't bother to glance down at the sketch again. It was mostly ingrained in her head for the rest of her life. "So why don't you go to the front of the room and draw the people who are facing forward?" Because that might draw too much attention, Molly!

"Not like me? What is that supposed to mean? Everyone is different. You're a boy, I'm a girl. I'm not like you, either. But what does that have to do with me saying I'd sit for you?" She sighed softly. "Seems that if you're having trouble finding models, I could do it. It's not that big of a deal. It isn't as if you asked me to go on a date with you or anything."

	From: cantspell	Date: January 19th, 2011 05:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"There' no desk at the front," he said with a frown. "And...that would look weird. I do most of my sketches outside of art club anyway."

Everyone was different, that was true enough...but not everyone was a weird Mormon chick saying they'd let an organised religion-hating punk blasphemer draw them for art class.

Was she just being nice?

He gave a noncommittal shrug. "Fine. I guess Eastman would appreciate it...teamwork or whatever."

	From: molly_mormon	Date: January 19th, 2011 06:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"You are afraid of looking weird? You?" Molly had heard the rumors just like everyone else. She also knew that he wasn't doing anything to clear them up. She also didn't believe them for a second. He'd be in jail or at the very least a juvenile detention center for even the mildest of those rumors.

But she shrugged. She supposed everyone had their quirks, it was part of what made them different. She nodded, conceding to the fact that the art director would in fact like to see some of the students working together. "And maybe you can sit for me." She'd just never ever ever let her mother see the picture. She'd pull her out of CCI for sure.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 19th, 2011 11:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)

So she thought he looked weird? Nice. Especially since she wore jeans or grandma's hand-me-downs most of the time. Nothing weird going on with weird Mormon chick, oh no.

Ciaran folded his arms over his chest again. "People think I deal inbetween murder sprees. Do I need to give people more reasons to think I'm nuts?"

He laughed a little at Molly's suggestion. "You wanna draw me?" To show her Bible group what the average CCI heathen looked like? "Fair trade, I guess."

	From: molly_mormon	Date: January 22nd, 2011 02:14 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Well, why don't you tell people you haven't done those things?" She couldn't help but think to herself that if he didn't look like a serial killer, people probably wouldn't believe the rumors. She shrugged, "But I guess there's no reason to give them any more cause to think you're strange."

She shrugged again, wondering why he found it so funny that she wanted to draw him, too. "Well, you certainly have a different look about you, don't you? It will be a challenge I haven't taken on before." She shifted her gaze around and then looked back at him. "So when do you want me to sit for you?"

	From: cantspell	Date: January 26th, 2011 10:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Oh yeah, that would work. If he'd only said that to the little blonde chick, she would have believed him completely! She wouldn't be suspicious of him at all!

Was it any wonder Mormons kept to their own? "I don't think they'd be convinced, and yeah, there isn't really."

A challenge? Well that was one way to put it. Was she allowed to draw punk boys at home, or was this a Mormon girl rebelling against the system?

"Uh...I dunno. Whenever you're free. Just...whenever." Ciaran shrugged his shoulders. Would she let him into her room? Would she go into his? If not, they'd have to sit in the art room, which was...kind of embarrassing really.

	From: molly_mormon	Date: February 3rd, 2011 02:41 am (UTC)		(Link)

"You're not exactly doing anything to contradict the rumors, either, though." She shrugged slightly and shifted her weight to her other leg.

"Okay, whenever works for me." She smirked slightly and wondered if she was putting this punk kid off his game. He seemed relatively harmless to her, but then they were under adult supervision at the moment, too.

"Just let me know when you're ready." She glanced back to the desk she'd abandoned to sharpen her pencil and gestured toward it with her chin. "I should probably get back to the fruit."

	From: cantspell	Date: February 12th, 2011 07:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I shouldn't have to," Ciaran replied. "They're stupid rumours; only idiots believe that kind of stuff."

Why was it on his shoulders to change things? He hadn't started the rumours. And it wasn't his fault if his behaviour didn't dissuade people from thinking those things, wasn it? What did she expect him to do, start picking flowers and petting bunnies?

"Okay. I can email you or...something." As a Jesus freak, wasn't she meant to be shier, more of a wallflower? She dressed the part, but she seemed sort of...pushy, in a way. Ciaran didn't know what to make of that.

"Yeah, I'll get back to my...not fruit," he replied. "It needs finishing so that I can show Eastman."