Snap backs & Tattoos [Mika]

[Brettley Bondurant]

Brett had class today, and actually he was excited, he loved art class. He was really advancing as an artist these days and not only a tattoo artist but an artist in general. He wanted to advance in every thing when it came to art which is why he continued to take art classes at King Protea even though technically he didn't need to anymore, he had it made as a tattoo artist, but Art was just his passion.

His style was a little darker than mosts, he liked to use charcoal and pencil for black and gray pieces. He was good in color too but black and gray was his favorite even when it came to tattooing. He loved to do really detailed black and gray pieces verses the same colorful old school flash piece.

Though today he was a bit nervous for class today, he heard there was a new teacher, teaching his specific art class now. He was hoping he'd like him or her because has had a past of not getting along with certain teachers, most judged him on his art style and the way he looked. After all he wasn't the average hipster art student, he looked like a damn hooligan in mosts eyes.

But he was shocked when he walked into the class room and noticed a blonde woman covered in tattoos and who looked pretty young who was sitting in the teachers desk. Was she really the teacher? He looked a little confused and looked around like he was in the wrong class. But then he saw some of his other classmates so he must have been in the right place. He decided to approach the tattooed woman. "Excuse me Miss, are ya the new teacher?" He asked as his Southern accent slipped out just a little because he was talking a bit fast. He noticed it and felt a little stupid, he didn't want to seem uneducated which is why he hid it most of the time except on Kodi for the most part because he knew it made her heart flutter, or when Travis, Daisy or Karl were around because he just felt at home, plus they all had much thicker accents than he did. He then shifted his back pack around to his other shoulder and waited for her to notice him.

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[mika andromeda laine]

Mika groaned a little, groping the table beside her for that stupid alarm clock. Who in God's name decided to make mornings so early, she wondered, and why the fuck had she put justin bieber as her alarm ring tone? It had seemed like a good idea at the time -- put on music she hates, that'll get her up quickly -- but every second she couldn't find her off button was spent in agony. She shoved her miriad of covers and pillows off of her, swinging her feet down and shivering as the cold hardwood floor met her bare feet. A quick rummage through her closet brought her outfit for the day which, though sexy, wasn't technically school appropriate. However, her name was Mika Andromeda Laine and innappropriate was her game.

See, Professor Laine wasn't your typical teacher, not by any means. Having grown up in Finland, she'd always been a troublemaker. She couldn't even count how many times she'd been in and out of juvie for vandalism and what have you. Covered in tattoos, she'd also been in a few commercials and modelled for a few alternative companies. How she wound up as an art professor was anyone's guess, but art and her seven year old daughter were her life, and she wouldn't give up either for the world.

A quick glance at her alarm made her swear, realizing she'd over slept. She rushed through her morning routine, getting Tatiana to her second grade class in record time before rushing over to her class, bursting into the room breathlessly, only to realize that.... she was fifteen minutes early. She laughed loudly to herself at both her idiocy and her ingenius, recalling that last night she'd set her clocks fifteen minutes early so that she'd be on time for once. "Well, now that I'm here, I might as well..." She grinned to herself, sitting on her leather chair and leaning back against it, feet up on her desk as she took a sharpie out of her drawer, starting to draw a new tattoo on her stomach while she waited for the class to filter in. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes later, her attention to the man standing before her. "Yeah, that's me. The name's Mika. Nice tats. And accent, very sexy." She winked playfully before turning her attention to the white board behind her. She swung her legs from the desk and stood to her height of 6'1 (really, she was only 5'9 or so, but her heels made her taller and more imposing), uncapping the marker and writing her full name on the board. "Alright, now listen up! My name is Mika Andromeda Laine, and I'm your new professor. I have three rules for you! First up, you cannot call me professor. I am either Mika or Rome to you, got it?" She stated, writing these down on the board and underlining them, "Seriously guys, I'm only 27. Don't call me Missus, I'm not married. Don't call me miss or ma'am or lady or by my last name, I'm not your mom and not your grandma. For this reason, you also gotta remember that I'm probably the coolest teacher you'll end up with ever, and I'm not going to act like your traditional professor. So, don't rat me the fuck out. Be cool, got it?" She stated, writing 'be cool' as her second rule. "And finally, cut me some slack. I've been living in America for almost ten years now, but English is not my first language. Finnish is. So, if I fuck up and say one thing when I mean another, cut me some slack. Be patient. And, as a final quick little rule, be tolerant. No queer bashing, no trans bashing, no judging people for tattoos or piercings or what have you. This is an art class, not a law class. Be nice. And that's it, that's the end of the rules. Guess that's four, not three. Oh well, fuck it." Mika laughed and sat back down on her desk, popping some gum into her mouth. She held out the pack for Brettley to take, raising an eyebrow at him.

"So, does that answer your questions? Or do you have more? And what's your name again?"

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[Brettley Bondurant]

Brett almost thought about pinching himself because he could have sworn to God that he was stuck in some bizarre dream because of the scenario that was playing in front of him. It was cool to him that this teacher had tattoo's and an alternative sense in style, it meant he could relate to her pretty well, but when this woman opened her mouth and spoke, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. In the very first sentence she spoke to him, she had called his tattoo's and accent sexy. He blushed a bit, "Oh, Uh thanks..." He said, not really knowing how to react to his art teacher hitting on him.

She was attractive no doubt but once she started talking to the class, he wasn't to sure about this woman. She used cuss words excessively and talked like she was a teenager, not professional at all in his mind. He was always big on how people acted professionally as he got older and more mature, since he runs his own tattoo shop now he knew how to talk to customers and clients, and even in school he had the same mentality, because he no longer wanted to fit the stereo type of a tattooed uneducated hooligan. Sure he would goof off with his friends, cuss and even get into a scuffle once in awhile, but as he got older he realized that there was a time and place for everything. It seemed like she was saying all this just to seem 'cool' but he thought it would be hard to think of this person as a mentor let alone an authority figure, but that aside he decided to give this class a chance because she might be a cool person, besides he could always use his networking skills with this one to attempt to get more clientele and possibly even herself.

After She spoke the rules he took his usual seat in the front which was very close to her desk. "Oh, My name is Brettley, nice to meet ya, Mika." He said with a smile polite smile. "And yeah, just one more...What are we doing today?" He asked as he took out a piece of paper and just started to doodle Kodi's name in different fonts with a pencil, each stroke almost perfect.