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fandomhigh2007-04-14 09:31 am
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Detention, Saturday April 14
It just didn’t make sense to meet in the danger shop. As the students trickled in, they noticed that the room was decked out as Noblet’s classroom, with notebooks and pencils on all the desks. What good was the danger room if it was being treated like a regular class?
Chuck Noblet was seated at “his” desk, with the world’s smuggest look on his face. He took down the students’ names, making sure that everyone who was supposed to be there (and one who wasn’t) was there.
Jim Halpert
Annette Hargrove
Charlie Kawalsky
Naomi Wildman
Sam Winchester
Matilda Wormwood
When everyone was there, Chuck stood in front of the class, doing his best to loom forebodingly. “What a sorry state of affairs, huh? You troublemakers tested the boundaries of what was allowed, and learned that maybe you’re not as good as you thought you were.” He paced. “I know you’re not the worst of the worst; you’re the lazy ones. The ones who get caught. So I’m giving you little finks a chance to use this detention to change your evil ways.”
He motioned to the notebooks. “Pick up the pencil, and write “Wow, I really screwed up, and I don’t think I’ll be doing it again anytime soon.”” He waited for everyone to get that copied down. “Got it? Is it legible? Good. Now do that nine-hundred and ninety-nine more times. You all may leave when everyone has completed a thousand lines, and numbered them all so that I know they’re there.”
As Chuck went to his desk, the empty desks filled up with holographic students, who also opened up their books and started to do lines. All except one, that is. A student in the back of the room was sitting with her feet on the desk, looking though a magazine that was certainly not school-appropriate.
Chuck glared at her. “Jerri Blank! That is not allowed anywhere on educational property. I’ll have to confiscate it.”
Jerri gave Noblet a dirty look and the finger before tossing the magazine at him. It was a poor throw, and landed a few feet away from her. She looked sad that it was out of her reach.
Noblet rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna go get some aspirin. You kids keep up those lines. Remember, no one leaves this room until everyone has done their lines.” He looked pointedly at Jerri. “And that means everyone.” He walked out of the room.
Jerri got to work on her notebook. Not writing lines, however, but pulling out the paper, making paper balls, and tossing them at the wastebasket. None of them made it in.
[OOC: OCDwill be up soon. is ready! Get that loser Jerri to work, or nobody's going home!]
Chuck Noblet was seated at “his” desk, with the world’s smuggest look on his face. He took down the students’ names, making sure that everyone who was supposed to be there (and one who wasn’t) was there.
Charlie Kawalsky
Naomi Wildman
Matilda Wormwood
When everyone was there, Chuck stood in front of the class, doing his best to loom forebodingly. “What a sorry state of affairs, huh? You troublemakers tested the boundaries of what was allowed, and learned that maybe you’re not as good as you thought you were.” He paced. “I know you’re not the worst of the worst; you’re the lazy ones. The ones who get caught. So I’m giving you little finks a chance to use this detention to change your evil ways.”
He motioned to the notebooks. “Pick up the pencil, and write “Wow, I really screwed up, and I don’t think I’ll be doing it again anytime soon.”” He waited for everyone to get that copied down. “Got it? Is it legible? Good. Now do that nine-hundred and ninety-nine more times. You all may leave when everyone has completed a thousand lines, and numbered them all so that I know they’re there.”
As Chuck went to his desk, the empty desks filled up with holographic students, who also opened up their books and started to do lines. All except one, that is. A student in the back of the room was sitting with her feet on the desk, looking though a magazine that was certainly not school-appropriate.
Chuck glared at her. “Jerri Blank! That is not allowed anywhere on educational property. I’ll have to confiscate it.”
Jerri gave Noblet a dirty look and the finger before tossing the magazine at him. It was a poor throw, and landed a few feet away from her. She looked sad that it was out of her reach.
Noblet rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna go get some aspirin. You kids keep up those lines. Remember, no one leaves this room until everyone has done their lines.” He looked pointedly at Jerri. “And that means everyone.” He walked out of the room.
Jerri got to work on her notebook. Not writing lines, however, but pulling out the paper, making paper balls, and tossing them at the wastebasket. None of them made it in.
[OOC: OCD
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