Werewolf VI

[Degenero Angelus]

Welcome to Werewolf Six

 

The Players

Merelas - Walter Mortonson

Lady Celes Crusader - Tiffany Wood

Tanuchan - Arielle Thompson

HappyBuddha - Chandler Achtobowski

Jameez - Bina Jamhausen

Elwen - Lia Litrell

Eirishluck - Jamie Medler

dragonqueen - Laurie Vayes

Vahktang - Methew John "Peter"

MeThinksUFoolish - Joe Richards

Nave - Rupert Readan

Gnarlitch - Richard Smith

DeanTheAdequate - MEAT

Katzaniel - Jaquie Katz

Vanessa - Reporter

Eyremon - Eric

 

The Scene:

Your average every day high school, kids randomly milling about, people talking, people gossiping. Here and there is the occasional couple, hiding from the principal, but this school has a dirty secret!

 

The Problem:

Bullies! Beating kids up, taking their money! Even hospitalizing them!

 

The day starts, before first period, you're in the commons room. Interact, introduce, have fun. The first 'slaughter' will be Friday afternoon, EST, and then first period (Day Phase) begins, then your break between classes (night phase), before going to your second period (day phase again).

 

Cheers, and have fun.

 

Deggy

Edited May 10, 2004 by Degenero Angelus

[Katzaniel]

Jaquie strolled along the pavement leading up to the school. Tucked under her left arm was a laptop case, and in her right hand she held a white cane. Unlike most blind people, she wore no sunglasses. People could stare at her unmoving eyes as much as they wished; how could it possibly bother her any more than it did them? Even when there was the telltale pause in the sentence of someone she had just met, when she knew without asking that they were looking at her, she didn't mind. Let it bother them. If her misfortune bothered them for whatever inexplicable reason then they deserved to be bothered by it.

 

When she was halfway to the doors, Jaquie's toe struck something that was usually not on the sidewalk there. Only now putting the cane into use, the young girl felt around for a moment before exclaiming, "Meat! Are you suntanning?"

 

"For your viewing pleasure," he retorted to the raucous laughter of what would be his two buddies. She heard him standing up.

 

"Then you won't mind me feeling you up, since that's how I see?"

 

A couple of chortles from some of the other students. For Jaquie, that was all that they were. Not very many of them would stand to talk to her especially, they were all too bothered by her blindness. But they helped to fuel her, helped to keep her wanting to live, by laughing at her jokes.

 

"Why, if you don't mind the same." Jaquie could hear the grin in his voice.

 

"I'm glad to hear you think I'm worth it, but no thanks," she said, then stepped around him to the left, the opposite direction she'd heard his buddies laughing. Thankfully the other students stepped out of the way for her. And thankfully Meat didn't taunt her any more just yet. There'd be more at lunch, she was certain, but at least she could get to this morning's class.

 

When she got to the door, her hand brushed against nothing while looking for the handle. Someone must be holding it open. "Thanks but no thanks," she said angrily, pushing open the other door and passing through. "Being blind doesn't mean being a cripple," she huffed, and went to class.

[Jammeez]

Bina watches Jaquie's encounter with Meat, and shakes her head, not understanding how Jaquie does it. Standing up to that guy, day after day...

 

'Course, Bina has her own battles to fight each day. She sighs and heads to her class, glad that she scouted them all out before hand. Asking directions when you know no one and the language is unfamiliar is no picnic.

[Elwen]

Lia glares irritably at his stubborn locker, startlingly violet eyes slightly annoyed.

 

"Why does this always happen to me?" the drama student muses to himself in a less than pleased manner, throwing in a few virulent curses in Japanese, Chinese, and Spanish for good measure. "Good Goddess..."

 

Annoyed, the pretty teenager stalks off down the hall, long black skirt swirling about him and waist-length black hair floating behind him, mentally running through his lines in his mind.

[Merelas]

Walter traverses the hallways that are always hell for him silently. The trick, he had found, was to keep your eyes down and not look at anyone. He knew the hallways by the floorboards, by now, and so there was no need to look up. He pushed his glasses back up onto his nose, and kept going.

 

He was always there early, and always left late. It was easier to avoid beiung seen by people who would rather not deal with him anyways. And if they did want to see him, they knew where to find him, in any case. He made the final turn to the hallway that lead to his classroom, eyes still glued to the floor, books still carefully in hand.

 

Safely, he reached the classroom, a good 10 minutes before class was supposed to start. He sat at the same desk he always stayed at, got out his assignment from the previous night, and reviewed it.

[Vanessa]

Mara hastily sat down at her desk and unpacked her stuff. As usual she was only just in time for class-she had just had a massive row with her parents about her grades and why she should try as hard in class as she did for the paper. They just didn't understand! Pulling out her notebook from the back pocket of her jeans she began to compose an article about the absurd demands placed on students by thier parents.

[Tanuchan]

Right after Walter sits, a hand appears in front of him holding a book. He looks up startled, and meets Arielle's eyes.

 

"Hi, Walter. I thought you might like this one." She smiles quickly, leaving the book on his desk, and makes a face. "Had to come in real quick... Rupert was again trying to get pictures with his camera. He knows I hate it, and he keeps trying to get me!"

 

Arielle looks around, although she knows Richard won't arrive this early. He'd be probably talking to that brainless Tiff... She sighs. "Have you met that new exchange student? Bina Jamhausen? Oh... no, I don't think so. You're worse than me..." She smiles at him affectionately, patting his arm. "I wish Joe arrived soon. He asked my help with his assignment, he missed the point completely! Bet he was sleeping when Ms. Norman explained it."

[Eirishluck]

Jaime strolls into the homeroom classroom and takes his seat at the rear of the room. Out of his backpack he pulls out a small battered notebook and large black softcover book with white block lettering that states 'Anarchist Cookbook' on the cover. He opens the book up and appears to be prepared to make notes in his cryptic handwriting. However anyone who bothers paying close attention may notice that he spends more time watching the people come into the room and mill about than he actually does bother looking at the book before him,

[Lady Celes Crusader]

Tiffany Wood attended today's class day in her cheerleader outfit, in prevision of her after classe practice. The blond cutie is chatting with Richard, the school football team's star.

 

- Yesterday's last episode of "The Dreamlover" was so sad. Why do the writers allowed that mean Samantha to screw Brad? That is so mean!

 

Richard sights at the lack of meaniful conversations from Tiffany. However, he knows that she's a good girl and well... the sex is good. So he patiently nods and approves everything she says. He rather listen to her obnoxious speech than enduring her obnoxious tears and temper tantrums.

 

- Anyway... I can't wait for this week-end match against Evergreen. I'm eager to show them how we cheers for our boys.

 

- Sure... Hey! Isn't Arielle over there?

 

The blondie looks over where the jock is pointing and smiles.

 

- Yes it's her! Let's go chatting with her!

[Tanuchan]

Richard points to where Arielle's talking to Walter. "Sure... Hey! Isn't Arielle over there?" The blondie looks over where the jock is pointing and smiles. "Yes it's her! Let's go chatting with her!"

 

Arielle's eyes catch Richard as soon as he enters. "Rick's here!" She smiles immediately, quite forgetting Walter. Then, a second later she registers Tiffany clinging at his side. "Uh-oh... Tiff's also... and she's coming here... "

 

No... you're not coming... aw, Tiff...

 

The blondie hugs Arielle, chatting fast about something the brunette quite doesn't understand.

 

"Huh... yup, sure, Tiff... Oh... you look so well in your outfit... blue and white are nice colors for you..."

 

"Ohhh thanks Ari... I do love this... but don't you think that the sweater could have some stripes here, and a detail in white here, and maybe we could add something in light blue just at the top so that it matches my eyes..."

 

Arielle sighs softly, nodding at Tiff and glancing at Richard who is looking at them with a quite amused expression. She doesn't notice how Walter just goes back to reading his assignment, almost hiding behind it.

[Katzaniel]

Jaquie gets to the class with a couple of minutes to spare, and sits in the space near the front since it's the one nearest the plugin. She sets up her laptop, devoting a small part of her brain to listening to the aimless conversations going on around her. Sometimes she regrets not having these people for friends, but most of the time she realizes that they all pity her and she just can't stand their arrogance. Today, as she listens to the girls in the back talking about the cheerleading uniforms, Jaquie also thinks just how stupid most of them are, and is very glad that her blindness allows her to actually see more with regards to people. An easy way to filter out the unworthy.

 

Hopefully Chandler will come soon. He's about the only one in homeroom worth talking to.

[Savage Dragon]

Joe strolls into the room, casually. He's in no hurry.

 

One strap of his back-pack over his shoulder and wearing the same denim jacket he always does, he heads over to where Walter is sitting, the same desk as always, right up against the wall.

 

Arielle and Tiff were chatting nearby, or at least Tiff was, Arielle was just nodding it seemed. He headed to the desk in front of Walter's. Swinging his back pack underneath, he sits on top of the desk and puts his feet on the chair.

 

Walter looks up at him. Joe gives him a quick smile and tosses a disk on to his desk. "Thanks for letting me borrow it" he said, "It really helped."

 

Walter nods his head and goes back to his assignment. Joe opens his back-pack and pulls out his headphones. Leaning against the ajacent wall, he nods his head o the beat.

 

He notices someone on the other side of the room with another set of headphone. Wonder what she's listening to?

[Vahktang]

Mathew John walked through the hallways discussing the recent events, current homework and other trivia with his friends.

Some 'urban types' called them a posse, or the Christian Crew.

But he knew better. They were no gang. Far from it. They just supported one another, helped each with homework, socialized together, did activist stuff that happened to look good on college applications, that sort of thing.

And one other.

From incidents during the first few weeks of freshmen year, they would defend each other.

They let it be known that while they were generally 'turn the other cheek' they could specifically be 'Vengence shall be mine, Sayth the Lord, and I am his instrument'.

He nodded at Meat and his cronies and counted numbers.

He saw Meat did the same.

Then he looked at the others in the hallway.

Last week, one of his crowd called them sheep, but did not mean it in the normal nice way.

And though Mathew wanted it differently, they did not defend (or avenge) anyone who was not part of this group.

And he had tried to convince them otherwise.

But, where was it said 'if I gave orders that no one obeyed, I would no longer be chief'?

The group separated just before the tardy bell and made best speed to their classes.

They would meet up after class and escort one another to class.

No wonder test scores were so abysmal at this school, all the stategy required to get to class unbothered and unharmed.

He got to class and surveyed the room.

The blind girl was there. He would talk to her again soon, offer her some fellowship. Maybe she would take to it this time.

The other cheerleaders were working on Tiffiny. They already had a good number.

Ah, the teacher arrived, and 10 seconds to the class bell.

Time to begin.

 

 

More later,

 

Vahktang

Edited May 6, 2004 by Vahktang

[dragonqueen]

Laurie moves through the hallway at an uneven pace full of spurts and pauses of movement, trying to keep as far from people as possible. The hallways were terror for her. She had an unreasonable fear of being caught in the middle of a group and ending up where she didn't belong. At the back of her mind, she assumed someone would think she was trying to fit in where she didn't, and since she herself hated people like that, it was a paranoid fear of hers.

 

Quickly Laurie darts to the relative safety of her locker. Spinning the lock a few times first, she does her combination, but it doesn't work. Trying not to be too hurried and hasty, she forces herself to do it slow, and her locker opens. Immediatly Laurie springs foward to catch the pile of books ready to slide out. One hand holding the pile, she manages to get her jacket off and her backpack in the locker. Shoving the stuff in the locker, Laurie slams the locker shut before it has time to fall out.

 

Laurie stumbles back into the main flow, and soon she's in homeroom. She walks straight to her seat and sits down. Slouching back in her chair, she plunges her nose into a book. Every now and then she glances up over the top of the book, to observe the people around her. She spots the cheerleader and wrinkles her nose. Laurie has an ingrained hate for cheerleaders, and Tiffany, in her opinion, justifies it completely.

 

Laurie seems to herself to be an island, shelled from the rest of the homeroom. The laughter and conversation is a dull roar of background noise, barely noticeable. The people sitting around her talk past her, and that's the way Laurie likes it. She sits and reads, in the same seat every day. If she always sits there, no one can accuse her of trying to fit where she's not wanted. No one can bother her. She's just doing what she's supposed to. That's the way Laurie thinks.

 

Laurie's eyes flit around the room, resting for a moment here and there. Her hair shields her eyes, so she watches from behind it, just like always. She watches the boys and girls, and marvels at the ease with which they converse and socialize. She could talk, she knows, and maybe even think of something to say, and hold a fine conversation, but why bother? Staying silent is so much easier.

[Lady Celes Crusader]

Tiffany was now seated on the top of her desk, her short skirt revealing her rosy legs. While Laurie snarls in disgust, the cheerleader continue her well, meaningless chatter.

 

- Say Ari, do you think I should wear my blue or white pompon elastic with my outfit? I always hesitate between these two.

 

Arielle sighted. She knows that the Dodo brained blondie has no clue on how annoying she is so she patiently answered to her.

 

- Get the blue one, it'll look good on your blond hair and it matches your eyes.

 

- Ooooh. Great idea.

 

Tiffany looks at the time and sights.

 

- Awww... Class is about to begin and I'm sure that mean teacher will yell at me again.

 

Arielle replies cooly

- Well, if you sit on your chair instead of your desk, it would be a good start.

 

- You think so?

 

- I know so.

 

The cheerleader "ponders" for a moment.

 

- Ok! You must be right then

 

She then sats down on her chair and started to pull out her books, who are all recovered with pink vinyl and stickers of handsomes boys band singers and actors.

[Merelas]

Arielle found him quietly, and patted his arm. He sighed, and pushed his glasses back up. It was the only contact they'd ever had, and that they ever would have.

 

And immediately when Rich shows up, she forgets him. He goes back to his assignment, making sure that he had completed every question quite perfectly. He forced thoughts of Arielle and Richard being together out of his mind, and replaced them with the names of carbon bonds, double helixes, and blood cells.

 

When Joe walked in tossed the disc back, Walter offered one of his rare smiles to Joe, and saw him go back to his music quickly. For a moment, he looked at it, before carefully picking up the disc and placing it on his stack of books.

 

He looked back to Arielle and Rich and Tiffany, and then quickly back to his paper.

 

meiosis... mitosis... carbon bonds... deoxy-ribonucleic acid...

[Gnarlitch]

Rich just kind of lays back and takes it all in. When walking down the halls, he seems cool, calm, and collected, and there is just something about him that the bullies in the hall just kind of quit tormenting their most recent prey as he approaches and they slink off out of sight. As such, he rarely sees any of the cruel teasing or tormenting that goes on. If he did he'd put a stop to it, pronto. But, as it is, he simply walks through the halls in that confident way of his, as if he knows that all is right in his world.

 

As he sees people he knows, which is almost everyone in the school, he smiles or nods to each in turn. Some he stops and has a quick chat with, others he pats on the shoulder as he walks by. He considers almost all of them his friends and almost no one his enemy, at least not here.

 

Once in class he spends time chatting with Tiffany and her air head friends. As often as possible he includes others who are not "IN" in the conversation, making an effort to include everyone possible.

 

After choosing a seat, a different one every day, he shrugs out of his blue and white letterman jacket and hangs it from the back of his chair. He then pulls out his homework assignment and waits patiently for class to begin, occasionally smiling and nodding at something Tiff and her friends are saying. He hopes Mr. Blackburn is better prepared for todays class than he was yesterday. It might make the class more interesting....

[Jammeez]

As the teacher walks in, Bina hastily pulls the headphones off her ears and switches off Disc 8 of the English lessons she got for her birthday. She sits to one side of the classroom, and waits patiently for the other kids to quiet down so she can concentrate on the words coming out of the teacher's mouth.

 

She doesn't really notice the guy across the room watching her, as he wonders what she was listening to on the headphones...

[DeanTheAdequate]

*MEAT does his standard nodding as the teacher drones on and on, until Mitch "Number" Henderson whispers to him*

 

"OK Meat, I've got it all figured out. Kenny's gonna get the photocopies and we'll put them all over school."

 

*Mitch slicks back his terminal cowlick*

 

"We've got the so called "Magic" tornament based out of art room 2."

 

*Meat leans back in his seat*

 

And then we get all thier payola?

 

*Mitch sighs and rubs his temples*

 

"Yeah... Yeah. I just hope they're packing more than the $5 entry fee..."

 

*MEAT grins. Mitch definatly had a great idea this time. Pretty soon he'd have a room full of nerds to squash. Not like this upstart. This new guy had no finesse.

 

You did have to smack the rest of the school around a bit, but never to the excesses this new crew was going to. Lenny was still up in the ICU. Meat may have left a big welt or two, but he never let it come to those kind of wounds.

 

He was hoping to catch these new guys sometime. Maybe he'd have to show them how it was REALLY done. And they could join him... or else*

 

"MR. ORITTS!"

 

*MEAT's eyes pop back open*

 

"And what are you doing with your eyes closed this entire time?"

 

Uh... Fully absorbing your lecture?

 

"I MIGHT accept that Mr. Oritts... If I hadn't just handed out a pop quiz!"

 

*Meat smacks his forehead with a resounding THUNK! As if someone has slapped a pound of raw meat on pavement. The teacher returns to his dest with one last stern eye at Meat.*

 

Why didn't you warn me Mitch?

 

"I tried. Broke some pencil led in your arm by the end of it. You were in your own little world there..."

 

Yeah... It IS mine isn't it...

[Nave]

Rupert Reagan should be in class right now, but he's got more important things to do. Like getting a proof of these so called bullies. Rupert could care less about about their actions. It wasn't his place to care. His job was just to write an unbiased picture, but since his writing skills were subpar, he'd do the next best thing. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. And if he could provide the information that the school needs, he would be sure to get some personal coverage and that would lead to VIP types seeing his photographs.

 

With his camera around his neck, Rupert slowly walked the now empty halls, listening for any noise that would signify someone becoming the prey of his prey.

 

Turning the corner he saw a guy, far down the hall, slouched against the lockers.

 

Having not been noticed yet, Rupert ducked back around the corner and peered around, camera brought up to his eye.

 

With the zoom lens, he brought the camera into focus and aimed at his target. The kid, as Rupert could now see he was, probably a freshman, just stood there and kind of wobbled a little bit.

 

"Well he certainly doesn't look like he could be the one who's been beating up other students," Rupert thought to himself.

 

As he hit the shutter and the camera made a series of clicks, signifying several pictures being taken in rapid succession, Rupert witnessed the kid collapse onto the floor.

 

Stopping with his pictures, and removing the zooming lense automatically, Rupert stood there not knowing what to do. He wasn't supposed to get involved, but he couldn't exactly, in good consience, leave the kid there. He looked around to see if there was anyone else he could pass the buck to. Realizing how alone he was in the hall all of a sudden, Rupert didn't feel secure. He needed to go to that kid though.

 

Justifying the interferrence with the excuse that he could get some good pictures of the kid up close, and maybe a lead on the bullies, Rupert made up his mind to go to the kid.

 

Running as fast as his stout little legs could take him, Rupert reached the boy and took a couple quick shots of him lying prone on the ground.

 

Kneeling down to him, Rupert jiggled the boy's shoulder.

 

"Hey kid. You ok?"

 

Turning the kid onto his side, Rupert saw the boy's shirt come up a little bit and on his stomach, he could see all shorts of large bruises and marks. The kid's eyes fluttered open in a way that couldn't help but remind Rupert of his camera's shutter.

 

"I was just going to class...", the kid said weakly.

 

"Alright can you stand? I'll help you get to the nurse."

 

Rupert waited a couple heartbeats as the kid thought about it. Just as he was about to answer though, he started to close his eyes and went limp.

 

"Oh don't you be dead kid. Don't you be dead."

 

Rupert checked the kid's pulse and found one and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Looking up and down the hallway again for any assistance, he realized it was up to him to help this kid still.

 

Rupert thought to himself, that the kid probably shouldn't be moved, but he couldn't leave the kid by himself while he went and got the nurse.

 

His camera was how he solved problems. Looking down at it around his neck, he took it back into his hands, and took a couple quick photos of where the guy's shirt had come up and where Rupert could see the bruises.

 

Letting his camera fall back down, and hang off his neck, Rupert thought about the situation.

 

He could probably lift the kid, but he might cause more injuries. He could go get the nurse, but who knows what might happen while he's gone.

 

Sighing to himself, he knew he needed help. He hated needing help. Taking a gamble that the bullies were off laughing over their latest victory, Rupert hoped someone would hear him.

 

"A LITTLE HELP HERE! ANYBODY?!"

[Eyremon]

Ya know what the worst part about the drama club is Mr. Shipley? The actors.

They think it is all about them. that the show couldn't go one without them. Do they ever thank me? nope. They just demand things. I wonder how they would like to put on a show in the dark.

 

"Now Eric, you know that your indespensible to the club. Even to the school. No one else knows the light and sound board like you do." Mr Shipley said reassuringly.

 

Ya I know. It is just annoying. At least I was able to slip away in the darkness when those new bullys tried to get me last week. At least Meat and I have an unspoken agreement. He doesn't bother me, I stay quiet. I guess I had better go start checking the light connections.

[Tanuchan]

As Tiff finally sits down on the chair and starts talking to another girl, Arielle sighs and sits down at her customary desk, right next to Joe's and kiddy-corner from Walter's. She turns to Joe, who's still nodding his head on the beat of the music and looking at Bina's general direction.

 

"Hey, Joe..." she pokes his ribs.

 

"Ouch!" He turns to her, taking off the headphones. "Don't do that, Ari. You know I hate it!"

 

"Yeah, but it's almost the only way to get your attention back to me," says her cooly. "You wanted help with Ms. Norman's assignment, didn't you? Well, you missed the point completely! You'll have to review the topic completey, and pay more attention to what she actually asked to you. It's not just drone on and on and on about the general idea of the book!"

 

"Fine, fine... but I thought you'd help me, Ari. You always do." He flashes her a charming grin.

 

Arielles giggles, not resisting his friendly face. "It's always like that, isn't it, Joe? Okay, I will give you some ideas, you flesh them out. And try not sleeping again in her class. One day she'll pick you and you'll be in big trouble. Isn't it, Wally?... Wally? ... Hey, Walter!"

 

Walter looks up from his assignment again, mumbling still about DNA-polymerases, nucleosides, nucleotides and stuff. He takes some seconds to notice Arielle's cute smile, the one that always makes his heart flutter.

 

"Ah... uh... sorry, Ari... You were saying...?"

 

"Telling Joe that he's better not sleep in class. But never mind. Did you get all those answers from Biology? I would like to check some of them with you... '

 

He nods, smiling a bit. At least he always had her company, she liked studying with him, and talking to him about so many things... including Richard. He makes a face at the thought.

 

"Wally? Something wrong?"

 

He shakes his head in a hurry. If she ever found out he didn't like talking about Richard, she would be hurt. And worse, she would retract in that shell of hers that she had with almost everybody. He couldn't stand the idea of not being able to talk to her about anything. He just wished she would notice his own feelings...

 

Tiff's voice intrudes again, now talking about everybody's boyfriends. Arielle just pretends she's not listening, decided not to get drawn again into that specific conversation. Last time she knew she was blushing madly, and just air-headed Tiff would never notice she was pretty uncomfortable about that.

 

What Richard had ever seen on Tiff? He was so intelligent, so interested in everything going on around him... he wasn't a boy who would be attracted to... Well, Tiff was beautiful. And popular. While herself...

 

Arielle feels herself blushing.

Edited May 7, 2004 by Tanuchan

[Merelas]

"Yeah, sure Ari," Walter says, smiling a little.

 

She was kind... she just didn't quite notice everything about him. And while he always listened to her, he sometimes wished that she wouldn't talk about Richard all the time. It wasn't that Wally disliked Rich... he had always been nice enough to Walter, even if they hadn't ever really spoken. He'd never embarassed him, though.. and that was more than Wally could say for the rest of the class.

 

"Something wrong, Walter?"

 

Walter's eyes go wide for a moment, and then he blinks and shakes his head quickly, shaking his glasses loose at the same time.

 

Be calm, Wally... he thinks to himself, and pushes his glasses back up onto his nose as he takes a deep breath.

 

"Sure, I'll check with you," he said, and he drew a little bit closer to her, mentally going over the answers in his mind. His grades and ability to grasp difficult concepts in class were his one pride and joy... if he were ever wrong about something he checked with Arielle, he would be crushed and dejected. Reassured that they were all correct, he started reading off.

 

"The... the first one was meit-tosis," he stuttered, as was common for him. He hated it when he stuttered.

 

"S-s-second one was meios-sis..."

 

Damn words... they always get in the way.

[Tanuchan]

"The... the first one was meit-tosis," Walter stutters. "S-s-second one was meios-sis..." He stops as Arielle's hand touch his arm.

 

"Wally, breath and be calm. I don't know why you start stuttering at me at the oddest times, but you know that there's no reason for you to be nervous." She cocks her head at him, smiling. "You don't think I look like a teacher checking your answers, do you?" She winks playfully.

 

"Or... do you?" She becomes suddenly serious, blushing hard. "Sorry if I do, Wally. It's just that you're one of the few I know won't laugh at me if I got some absurd answer. And I hate when I have to read them to the whole class, and they're wrong. "

 

With that, they go on checking their answers.

Edited May 7, 2004 by Tanuchan

[Eyremon]

Hey Mr. Shipley. You need to help those actors decide which play to put on. One comes to me and asks me to start setting up stuff for Grease. then 3 hours later someone else says we are doing Little Shop of Horrors. The next day it is Okalahoma, Godspell, and Footloose. Why don't you help them decide what is going on, so that I may start with the set design and lighting.

 

Honestly actors are so fickle. I am glad that I managed to get Theater Tech to count as my social science, science, tech, art, and my foreign language credit.

I am not sure how I managed that last one though.