Sunday enrollment -- one day only ...

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Principal Connor storms into her office wearing a pair of sunglasses and a pissed-off expression. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together would correctly guess that she was hungover, and a third brain cell would help them realize that perhaps they shouldn't mention it in conversation.

Leaving her office door wide open, she sits down at her desk and props her feet up on it, holding a handgun and aiming it towards the door.

"All right, you little punks, listen up. This is where you ask to be enrolled at the school. You WILL sign up in the comments of this post. You WILL sign up in character and with your RP journal. You WILL try to display somewhat of a grasp on correct grammer and spelling unless it's in character for you not to (see: Jayne Cobb). And if you don't follow those rules, I WILL shoot you down so fast your head will spin."

She glares at the door and waits for new students to show up.

EDIT: Please check here to make sure that the character you wish to enroll hasn't already enrolled. (OOC: _notanumber, I love you. ;))

OTHER EDIT: ENROLLMENT IS NOW CLOSED. I repeat, ENROLLMENT IS NOW CLOSED. (I yell because I want to be heard, damn it care.) Everyone who has already responded to this post will be added to the rosters either tonight or tomorrow morning. Thanks for your interest, guys.

*waves gun at the kids still milling around the hallway before slamming her office door shut*

Comments

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Well, I do want to join the Air Force to become a pilot. *grins*

I'm Cam. *holds out his hand*

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

*takes hand, shakes it* Archie. Pleased to meet you.

What do you mean by Air Force? Do you mean to say you actually maneuver vessels in the sky?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*stares* You don't know about airplanes?

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Afraid not, sir. In the time I come from, Britain is still striving to check the despot Bonaparte's ambitions.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Oh. I suppose I shouldn't spoil the ending for you?

But yes, we have planes and I want to become a fighter pilot. *grins*

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

No need to worry about "spoiling." The British Navy is superior and in the end we will prevail.

Your airplanes are foreign to me, but in the end I think we future military men may be able to understand one another, Cameron. *smiles*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*opens his mouth, then shrugs and decides he'll find out eventually*

It's, Cam! Only my mom calls me 'Cameron'!

When I get my own room, you can drop by. I've got some cool posters of F-16s that you just have to see, man.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

I shall do that, Camer -- er, Cam. Thanks for the offer, and do let me know where you'll be living.

*wanders off*

*eyes some more over his shoulder*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Sure. *blinks and watches the weird guy wander off*