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

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Oh. Ouch. That would so burn, if I ever learned how to speak spineless.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[soldtoarmenians]

I'll have you know I have a perfectly-functioning spine. See how it's supporting my frame as I ever-so-slowly shuffle away from you, which is in no way a reaction to your reputation for de-functioning the spines of those who piss you off and happen to have left their bottle of holy water in their other pants?

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Awww, Xan. I'm not going to hurt you. That would involve touching you, and I don't think the school clinic has a cure for what that causes.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[soldtoarmenians]

Sampled 'em all, did you?

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

After sleeping with your mother, yes.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[soldtoarmenians]

Whoa, there. Yo Mama jokes on the first day? Where exactly do you go from there -- I'm rubber, you're glue?

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

As though you're worth my A game?

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[soldtoarmenians]

Hey, I'm worth any game you got.


*checks up on his Angelus history notes* Except the one with the nipple clamps and the hot wire. I don't like that game.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

You sure? Because it's a lot of fun. For me.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[soldtoarmenians]

I prefer the 'Paintball Except With Holy Water' game.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

You can't make balls with water. Or with nothing, as you so clearly prove.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[soldtoarmenians]

You can in a zero-gravity environment. There's this episode of--- Shutting up now.

Also fuck you.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Not even with Giles's dick, Harris.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[soldtoarmenians]

And may I say ew? I may. Ew.

Ever with the stunning visual images.

Re: *hands over his transfer papers*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I love you. Xander is so my hero.]