DETENTION. Saturday Morning

[lawyerlarry]

[This isn't The Breakfast Club. There will be no dancing. Prince Paul is running the scene and he means business. So come in, sit down, and do some homework. He'll be sitting at the front of the classroom doing his own work. Pass notes, try to cause trouble...just DON'T HAVE ANY FUN!! It's not allowed

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[wearethemeta]

[This guy. In the back. Feet up on the desk, arms behind his head, chewing on his pencil. He's already filled the paper he brought with Greek letters. He's muttering and sometimes humming because IT'S TOO DAMN QUIET IN HERE]

[lawyerlarry]

[have a glare]

Quiet.

[wearethemeta]

[Glares back.]

No.

[lawyerlarry]

[What? You challenge his authority?!]

Son...

[sexyhitchhiker]

[asleep on a desk. I'm assuming that whoever dragged her in here at 7 freaking AM has a nice black eye for their trouble.]

[lawyerlarry]

[comes over and leans over by his new friend]

Pssst.

[sexyhitchhiker]

[wakes up with a jerk. Dodge, if you don't want a broken nose!]

[lawyerlarry]

[he tries, but....ow!~]

[whatialways_do]

[in the front, feet up on her desk, blatantly not doing the assignment. She doesn't want to be here and probably could have easily blown it off if she wanted to, but she's sort of got a date for the dance tonight, and doesn't want to get herself into even more shit.

So.

Girl's present and accounted for, but don't expect much more than that.]

[lawyerlarry]

[YOU WILL DO THE ASSIGNMENT!]

[whatialways_do]

[Psh, she totally will not. She doesn't love the school and she is not in the mood to make shit up]

[lawyerlarry]

[Don't make him sing The Beach Boys, Max!!]

[strike_you_out]

[Present. Staring ominously at the board, eyes shadowed by his ball cap. He seems alert for the moment, but in short time he is liable to nod off multiple times due to lack of sleep.]

[lawyerlarry]

[He won't see you.....for now..]

[strike_you_out]

[His baleful gaze may follow you for a bit as it has just now transfered from the board to you.]

[lawyerlarry]

[catches your eye and clears his throat]

Are we writing?

[gottaknockhard]

[Showing up late for detention? -- He would never.

But it doesn't help when you've been ditching almost all the classes for a week (and thus have no idea how to navigate) and there's hardly a single person in the halls to ask for directions. Way too early to think properly anyway. It was either this or get kicked out of the dorms, and he doesn't care enough to fight it. Spike just wanders in and looks around like he's found some kind of foreign game show.]

... Is this it?

[lawyerlarry]

...should there be more?

[gottaknockhard]

[Just slowly eyes the board and looks back to all the extremely silent kids at their desks. Weird.

He shrugs and slumps into a seat closest to the door.]

I guess not.

[lawyerlarry]

The assignment is due at the end of the day.