[color=lightgray][indent][indent][indent] [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/handwriting-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200724/d6318a01f2ecaa7ddbf999cf7ae10ca9.png[/img][/url] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9d/ae/a8/9daea8c5a514b1fe7084e5d96dcf72ac.gif[/img] [sub]Featuring Dr. John Hensley and Tayla Burnley.[/sub] [color=A9FFFA]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/color][/center] As the lamp light shined down on the paper, Talya took a brief moment to glance up from her sketch pad as she heard the door to the art room open and close. There stood [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a4/19/d3/a419d315eed1f272cee190115dfde448.png]Coach Hensley.[/url] [color=A9FFFA]“Ms. Burnley. I thought I might find you here.” [/color] [color=6BB8CF]“Spare me the formalities. Take a seat,”[/color] she said, gesturing to the chair across from her. Turning her attention back to her current work of art, Talya began to resume her shading as the man sat down. [color=A9FFFA]”Could you answer some questions for me?”[/color] [color=6BB8CF]”Mmmm…. I [i]could.[/i] I mean,”[/color] shrugging her shoulders as she looked up at him again, Talya laid her pencil to the side. [color=6BB8CF]”I don’t want to, but I don’t think I really have a choice, hm?”[/color] Arms crossed, Talya leaned back in her seat, crossing her right leg over her left. The appearance of the Coach had nearly killed her inspiration, and it wasn’t as if she could have concentrated on the perfect angel of the nose while answering questions about the scavenger hunt. [color=A9FFFA]”We can start off easy; How do you feel about the scavenger hunt over all? Your team mates? Winning? The tasks?”[/color] [color=6BB8CF]”The tasks were okay. Not insanely fun, but not boring either. My teammates were nice. Wesley seems charming. Savannah seems… intriguing. I could care less about winning. Winning isn’t really something that I strive for. It happened, so cool, I guess.”[/color] Nodding his head Mr. Hensley copied her posture in order to make himself more comfortable. [color=A9FFFA]”Would you consider maybe being friends with either Wesley or Savannah?”[/color] Scoffing, Talya rolled her eyes. [color=6BB8CF]”Please, John. Spare me the lies and stupid questions. We both know I don’t have friends. I have assets and enemies.”[/color] [color=A9FFFA]”So I’ll take that as a no,”[/color] the older man said teasingly. [color=A9FFFA]”Have you gotten close with anyone here at all?”[/color] [color=6BB8CF]”Erica is respectable. Bradley has nice art. Other than that… no one.”[/color] [color=A9FFFA]”Some of the staff and I are concerned that maybe you might start to feel like an outsider. You seem to push everyone away and --”[/color] [color=6BB8CF]”I’m sorry. I think I missed where your job title said psychologist.”[/color] Glaring daggers at the teacher, Talya closed her eyes and took a deep breath before returning to the conversation. [color=6BB8CF]”I’m not an outsider, per say. I like it this way. If I have friends, cool. But people bore me so easily. I like to add a flare to life. [i][b]D r a m a.[/b][/i]”[/color] Making sure to over pronunciate the last word, Talya watch as it was Hensleys turn to roll his eyes. [color=A9FFFA]”Yes. You and your… trouble making. Just try and keep yourself out of trouble, yeah?”[/color] [color=6BB8CF]”I’ll consider it.”[/color] Turning back to her art, Talya began to sketch the lines where needed. [color=6BB8CF]”Have a good night, Coach.”[/color] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]