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Art Class [closed to morevacant + gothish]

Art was a subject Dodger had only taken because he had been told it was one of the easier exam level classes to take. That was... well, hit and miss depending on what your skills were actually like. At the very least? As long as they did the work, the teacher didn't seem to care much on what else they did either. Which suited him pretty well, actually.

What did not suit him? Having to sit at the same table as Lydia Bennet.

Still, an hour to muck about, try to come up with something that could be called art to gain a mark for the day, it was a little price to pay. He cracked open a can of juice, and stared at the blank piece of paper in front of him. He had no ideas. Dodger stared for a few more minutes, before glancing across the table. Well, it couldn't hurt to ask.

"You got a clue what you're doin' for your exam work?"

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Like ew. How totally bogus was this? Totally the last time that she'd ask Cathy to save her a seat. Totally the last time that Cathy would have a seat at their lunch table. She glared across at Cathy and Sansa, heads bent together as they giggled at some stupid note one of them had written. And here was she, stuck with Dodger.

He kinda looked like a scruff. Lydia wrinkled her pert little nose. On the other hand... she returned Cathy's puzzled glance with a smirk and a glance at Dodger before bending her head to her work.

She had papers everywhere with half finished sketches, bits of fabric, and even a string of (fake) pearls amongst them. She pretended to ignore Dodger, but looked up when he spoke.

"I have an idea. I'm looking at stage costumes and making them like, totally better. What are you thinking?"

Lydia's stuff took up the majority of the desk, and Dodger wondered why the hell he had gotten placed across from her. He couldn't really make out what half of it was - he caught glimpses of some photos and fabrics and maybe a sketch, but there was nothing else he could really place properly. He shrugged, and took a swing from his can. He hadn't ate at all that day, and had stolen the can from someone's bag.

"Ain't really got a clue yet," he admitted. "Trying to figure it out." He tapped his pencil off the piece of paper, as if that would somehow inspire him. "Know we got to follow that whole stage theme, but the hell do I know about theatre?"

'Maybe you should try visiting one?" Lydia said petulantly as she flicked through her sketches. She bent down to her bag and pulled a sketch book out of her bag. She propped it up and beckoned Dodger over.
"Come and look."
But the sketch book was relatively empty. Rather, Lydia had hold of her iPhone, which so happened to be open on TikTok.
"Watch this."

"Because that's so easy to do," Dodger muttered.

One big problem with this school, in his opinion? People did not get what it was like to not have money. He got ragged on constantly because his gear was old, and because he always seemed tattered. Not easy to keep things nice when you don't have the cash to do it.

He pushed up from his chair, walking around the table to look at whatever she was going to show him. He frowned.

"...the hell's this?"

"An Iphone - keep your voice down!" Lydia went to tug Dodger's shirt so he'd lean in closer.
"And this is TikTok - see, a 'stage' doesn't need to be a 'stage'. It can be anywhere you can perform. Here - do you have any earphones?"

Whilst she said it, she stole a quick glance at Cathy. She better be seeing this.

Dodger shot a look of irritation at Lydia. "I know what a soddin' iPhone is," he remarked. Of course he knew, they got good street value if you need how to wipe their memory.

"Was meanin' the stupid app. Tick Tock?" He had no idea on what that was about. He patted down his pockets, pulling out a set of headphones attached to an older mp3 player. It had done him decently for a few years, and he was attached to the thing. "Here," he handed her the jack for them.

H O L Y S H I T.

Holy shit, Dodger and Lydia were huddled together over her iphone, sharing a pair of earbuds. You could NOT get cuter than that! Pressing pause on her conversation with Sansa, she did her very best to take a picture of the moment. Lydia would want to remember it forever. She could present the picture to her at their wedding! Blow it up into a huge oil painting that they could hang above their fireplace!

And just like that she totally had her project for the day.

Lydia takes the jack from Dodger and plugs it in to her phone. It takes her some effort not to say something cutting about the skanky mp3, but she just couldn't ruin this moment. So she held her tongue.

"Now, just listen to this." She pressed play on the phone and the headphones soon filled with tinny renditions of a few lines from a west end musical, and the phone, videos of teens mouthing along with a lot of gusto and eye rolling.

"Isn't it fab?" Lydia asked. "So I'm doing my project on this - I'm going to use Anne Boleyn and Tudor styles of painting to draw some of these people singing her song. I'm gonna call it "Anthem" - she gestured - "because this song is like, totally iconic."

Dodger just stares at the screen. He didn't really understand any of it, and it honestly just sounded more like something you would here on the radio. Actually, that explained exactly why Lydia had gone for it, at least to his mind.

Also? How can a musical song be 'totally iconic'? Ths stuff this girl came out with... He took another drink from his can and shrugged, pulling out earbud.

"Well, that's all well an' good for you," he said, "but it don't help me out." Wait... "If all you're doin' is drawin', how come you've got scraps of fabric all over the table?"

Sansa was talking, coming up with plans, and offering a few different possibilities.

Meanwhile, Cathy was not paying much attention, just agreeing with everything she said. Sansa had great ideas, Cathy... Had other things to do.

"Like duh!"Lydia looks back at Dodger impatiently for a moment. "Because to make a good drawing, you really have to observe the material. Otherwise, it'll look about as convincing as that MP3 player you're hanging onto."

She chuckles. "Don't you want something a bit less crusty. I mean, like an - Oh my God! I have just had like, the best idea ever. Eee!" She turns to squeeze Dodger's arms. "You can use it for your art. Call it 'Relics' or something?"

Dodger's expression dropped into scowl, shaking her hands off his arms. Of course she would make a dig about him keeping older stuff, of course she would. It was alright for this who could afford nice new things, and Lydia always had the newest things.

"Theme's theatre," he snapped, and stomped back to his own seat. He did spot Cathy looking over as he sat down and he rolled his eyes. Might as well ask and see if it gave an idea. "So what's your big plan, Cathy girl?"

Sansa casts a sideways glance at Cathy as Dodger sits down. The fact that her face is emotionless says it all. Cathy nearly groans.

"Ugh don't call me that- Cathy girl? Gross." Of all the nicknames, he found one worse than Cathy.

"Well, whatever, Mr Grumps..." Lydia mutters to herself. She honestly doesn't know what she did to upset Dodger, which is probably worse than if she had known.

"Theatre," she mimics to herself, bending her head over her art work. But Dodger's choice of companion has not gone unnoticed and Lydia steals glances at her friend. And now she's going to say something clever and end up going out with Dodger and getting married and riding away on his Harley to MacDonalds for a Big Mac and fries, split because they'd be married and that's what married people do. It's so totally unfair.

Dodger rolled his eyes. "She," he jabbed his thumb in Lydia's direction," don't hacve any ideas I can use, so might as well ask you."

He honestly just wants an idea. Something that he can actually work with. Things might have been easier if Twist was in this class. The kid knew what the hell he was doing when it came to classwork.

"Well, I'm working with Sansa, so you can't have our ideas. get your own."

She looks over at Lydia and gives her a sympathetic glance. Look, she doesn't want a Big Mac or Dodger or anything. Best Friend Rules indicate that Lydia got first dibs.

Dodger just groaned loudly, thumping his head on the desk.

"Has anyone got a soddin' clue what I could do that could fit this bloody theatre prompt?" He asked at large to the entire class. "Because I am clueless and not in the mood for this shit."

Good thing the teacher wasn't in the room at that moment.

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