fandomhigh | Detention [6/3]

The danger shop is divided into four sections. The first is just an open space with hardwood floors and windows high off the ground, somewhat resembling the open floor of a high school gymnasium. The second is a row of desks, like one might find in a typical high school classroom. The third looks vaguely high school cafeteria-ish, and fourth, furthest from the door, looks like, of all things, a basement, filled with basement-y things like old, forgotten souvenirs, with a cracked, cement floor.

Artie sits at one of the desks as the students arrive.

Students for detention:
~~Belthazor~~
~~John Connor~~
Hermione Granger
Phoebe Halliwell
Molly Hayes
Lilly Kane
Paige Matthews
Dawn Summers
Jamie Madrox (self-inflicted)

[ooc: the OCD is up! Detention will be running from 9 am to 5:30 FHT, or when the final activity has been completed successfully, whichever comes first.

ETA Artie-mun is now going afk. Afternoon activities are slowplayable this evening as long as everyone is amenable to that. Have fun, peeps. Talk to Artie thread can be slow played, too, Molly and Hermione.]

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After a moment of thought, she took a ball and chucked the ball at the preppie thug. Hard.

The preppie thug didn't appear to be paying attention. He was making sure all his clothing was in order.

Oh, wait, one of his shoes was untied.

He bent over to tie it.

The ball went over his head.

"Stupid preppie," Dawn muttered, grabbing another ball and aiming right for his abdomen.

The preppie noticed the ball this time and dodged out of the way . . . barely. He sneered at Dawn and grabbed a ball to throw back at her.

At her head.

Dawn bent back and tried to catch the ball, but it flew right past her nose. "Darn it," she said, straightening.

The preppie thug pointed and laughed. "Welcome to dodgeball, brat!"

Dawn glared and was three steps closer to him before she realized that kicking was a dodgeball no-no. One of the balls went rolling by, and she quickly bent to pick it up, then threw it hard from her shoulder, aiming for the spot on his neck where his head met his left shoulder.

The preppie thug was still laughing, and barely ducked in time. "Woah." He grabbed another ball and hurled it back at Dawn, aiming for hte stomach.

Dawn almost jumped out of the way, but at the last second, she decided to stand her ground. She caught the ball with an "oof," bobbled it, but managed to hang on.

"Ha! You're out! You suck, go sit in the corner and polish your penny loafers!"

The preppie thug scowled at dawn and thrust a finger at her. "I'll get you later!"

"What're you gonna dooooo, throw tax forms at me? I'll just get mud on your Izod!"

Dawn had yet to learn graciousness in victory, and she was okay with that.

From nearby, Phoebe called Dawn's name for help.

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