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Title: The Dalton Boys (Prologue)
Words: 596
Rating: PG for now
Pairing: Baineofsky. With some splashes of Kaline, Kurtofsky, maybe others.
Spoilers: Canon up to Dave's Expulsion in Furt. He isn't re-instated, and he's gotta get an education somewhere... I may have gotten some inspiration from some hilarious jokes about The Stepford Wives
Warning: None as of right now.
Summary: After threatening another students life, David Karofsky is sent to a private all boy's school, with hopes from his family that he'd shape up from his destructive ways. But this highly polished school has a deep secrete to keep their boys in line.
“We have the highest academic record of any school in Ohio.” The room looked a lot like a fancy smoking room; deep reds with forest green accents and cherry wood finishing. There was even gold edging on the heavy velvet window accents. It was reminding of his fathers den. The only difference was the oversized desk that was polished so much it nearly blinded him as the sunlight hit it. In its place would have been the billiard table the older man had paid thousands of dollars for after settling a rather lucrative case. The man, who’d introduced himself as Professor Anderson, sat behind the desk and seemed fit right into the scenery, heavy-set with a thick bristly moustache above his very thin lips. He had on a tailored black suit, thought no amount of tailoring would hide the massive gut. He actually had to unbutton his jacket when he sat down or else it would have started to ride up and look very unprofessional.
“Along with that, we have a zero tolerance for any sort of bullying or violence.” The youngest in the room looked down at his hands again, not that he had looked up very much during the meeting. Between fidgeting in his seat and trying to avoid the stares from his father, the teenager wasn’t coming off as a very presentable young man for such a prestigious private school. But his father had money and the school had opening. Of course they wouldn’t deny another family willing to pay tuition. His father said that this would be the best school to mould him into the proper young man he should be.
The silence had stretched a while and when he finally looked up from his fidgeting fingers, both adults were staring at him, awaiting a response. “Yeah I get it.” His automatic response was to roll his eyes like he would anytime a school official would lecture him about his behavior, and then he remembered where he was. “Er, I mean - I understand.” Being a smart ass was not a way to get one the good side of the headmaster. Then again, it’d be hard to be on anyone’s good side when he had been kicked out of her former school for bullying, violence and threats.
He went back to looking into his lap, focusing on the hanging cuticle on his left index finger and attempting to pull it off with his thick fingers. The two men discussed rooming and tuition while Dave tried to make his self as small as possible, not the easiest task when you’re a hulking teenaged boy that stands at well over six feet tall, but considering the company in the room, it wasn’t impossible.
Suddenly his father was standing, as was the man across the large desk. Dave looked up and around before also standing, knowing somehow that it was the proper thing to do.
“Welcome to Dalton Mr. Kaorfksy.” The man on the other side of the desk leaned over, extending his hand to the boy in greeting “I’m sure you will adapt well into our academy.” David stood up and took the older mans hand, shaking it firmly like his father had taught him years ago. “Thanks, um - Thank you, Sir.” He nodded slightly and took his hand back, letting it slip into his pocket.
It was then that his father led him out of the office and back to the car where all of his things were already packed and ready to be brought to his new home away from home.
Words: 596
Rating: PG for now
Pairing: Baineofsky. With some splashes of Kaline, Kurtofsky, maybe others.
Spoilers: Canon up to Dave's Expulsion in Furt. He isn't re-instated, and he's gotta get an education somewhere... I may have gotten some inspiration from some hilarious jokes about The Stepford Wives
Warning: None as of right now.
Summary: After threatening another students life, David Karofsky is sent to a private all boy's school, with hopes from his family that he'd shape up from his destructive ways. But this highly polished school has a deep secrete to keep their boys in line.
“We have the highest academic record of any school in Ohio.” The room looked a lot like a fancy smoking room; deep reds with forest green accents and cherry wood finishing. There was even gold edging on the heavy velvet window accents. It was reminding of his fathers den. The only difference was the oversized desk that was polished so much it nearly blinded him as the sunlight hit it. In its place would have been the billiard table the older man had paid thousands of dollars for after settling a rather lucrative case. The man, who’d introduced himself as Professor Anderson, sat behind the desk and seemed fit right into the scenery, heavy-set with a thick bristly moustache above his very thin lips. He had on a tailored black suit, thought no amount of tailoring would hide the massive gut. He actually had to unbutton his jacket when he sat down or else it would have started to ride up and look very unprofessional.
“Along with that, we have a zero tolerance for any sort of bullying or violence.” The youngest in the room looked down at his hands again, not that he had looked up very much during the meeting. Between fidgeting in his seat and trying to avoid the stares from his father, the teenager wasn’t coming off as a very presentable young man for such a prestigious private school. But his father had money and the school had opening. Of course they wouldn’t deny another family willing to pay tuition. His father said that this would be the best school to mould him into the proper young man he should be.
The silence had stretched a while and when he finally looked up from his fidgeting fingers, both adults were staring at him, awaiting a response. “Yeah I get it.” His automatic response was to roll his eyes like he would anytime a school official would lecture him about his behavior, and then he remembered where he was. “Er, I mean - I understand.” Being a smart ass was not a way to get one the good side of the headmaster. Then again, it’d be hard to be on anyone’s good side when he had been kicked out of her former school for bullying, violence and threats.
He went back to looking into his lap, focusing on the hanging cuticle on his left index finger and attempting to pull it off with his thick fingers. The two men discussed rooming and tuition while Dave tried to make his self as small as possible, not the easiest task when you’re a hulking teenaged boy that stands at well over six feet tall, but considering the company in the room, it wasn’t impossible.
Suddenly his father was standing, as was the man across the large desk. Dave looked up and around before also standing, knowing somehow that it was the proper thing to do.
“Welcome to Dalton Mr. Kaorfksy.” The man on the other side of the desk leaned over, extending his hand to the boy in greeting “I’m sure you will adapt well into our academy.” David stood up and took the older mans hand, shaking it firmly like his father had taught him years ago. “Thanks, um - Thank you, Sir.” He nodded slightly and took his hand back, letting it slip into his pocket.
It was then that his father led him out of the office and back to the car where all of his things were already packed and ready to be brought to his new home away from home.