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Post by shere on May 8, 2011 21:54:10 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IN THE QUIET OF THE CLASSROOMS
all across the stacked united states of woe- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shere hated, hated the first day of the new school year. Becoming a teacher was absolutely not his best idea, but he needed some way to find Mowgli, and this was the only way he could think of to do it. Get into the school, find the kid, take the kid out, possibly leave town. In that equation somewhere, though, Shere was definitely going to leave this crap job because it was just... so...
"Shit."
Shere swore quietly to himself, his whistle sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he walked out of the building to head to his first period Phys Ed class. The junior class was first period, and not that he particularly liked any of the classes, Shere found juniors to be probably the most obnoxious. Freshman were usually intimidated by him and his scary voice, his fiery red hair and his funny accent, and sophomores didn't have any real power in the high school hierarchy, so they were still relatively tame, and seniors were, as a whole, rather apathetic and ready to be done with their high school careers. But juniors, oh, juniors are just old enough to command respect of the younger students, so egos and confidence ran high. Shere always had the most back talk from juniors, the most problems. And that was just from the girls. At least the boys were still stupid enough to just enjoy playing football outside.
Shere gave his whistle a feeble little blow before letting it drop down to his chest. Running a hand through his hair he checked his class list again, scanning the names. They were all vaguely familiar from their having taken his class last year (last year being his first year teaching at the Academy), but Shere didn't honestly care enough to memorize their names for longer than the class lasted. Come summer, each and every kid's name flew out of his head.
He reached the field just as the first few idiot jocks were messing around there, throwing a football back and forth and laughing too loudly. They had already changed for class, dressed in the black shorts that all grades had to wear and the purple shirts that were specific to the junior class. Freshman wore gray shirts, sophomores yellow and seniors blue (senior year had by far the least embarrassing color).
The minute hand on his watched ticked to 7:58, and class was due to start in two minutes. Shere cast a glance on the students who continued to file out of the building and onto the field, the girls usually sticking together in groups and rolling their already alarmingly short shorts up so they'd be even shorter; the boys mostly jogging towards the field in stupid anticipation. Shere almost rolled his eyes except that he was still keeping a lookout for one boy in particular. But it wasn't like Mowgli would be wearing a sign around his neck or anything. Shere didn't even know if any of these kids' characters had been awakened.
"Alright, let's line up," he finally called to the class, pointing to one end of the field where they should all group. "Girls on the left, boys in the right, if you don't mind." Shere's voice was loud, carrying across the field as he walked toward them, waving his clipboard at the purple-clad students.
The air was hot and thick again today, but there was enough of a breeze that it wasn't intolerable. Shere was just glad that he didn't have to wear the business attire of the teachers that taught other classes, and this wouldn't be the last time he'd think this today. His already grass-stained sneakers were more comfortable than business shoes, his plain tee shirt and cargo shorts cooler than dress slacks and a button up shirt. He suspected some of the students didn't much care for having to change into their own tee shirts and shorts, but at the moment (or any other given time) Shere didn't care about locker rooms and gym showers.
The students milled about, taking their time separating into boys and girls, so Shere blew his whistle. "HEY!" He called, tucking his clipboard under his arm and clapping his hands to get their attention. "Want to move it a little faster, please?" His accent was no less weird, thick and probably difficult to understand when he was shouting at them, and it took him to flap his hands at them to separate, a sort of idiot-proof sign language, before they finally did so. Juniors. Shere shook his head slightly and retrieved his clipboard, starting roll call.
"Andre, Marie?" |
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Post by marielefluer on May 10, 2011 17:58:56 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - LADIES DO NOT START FIGHTS,
but they can finish them!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - First day of junior year classes and gym has to be the first class of the day for Marie. Marie hated gym class in the first place, but waking up to go to gym class just made her wish harder for the end of the academic day and be in her studio. The only thing that gave Marie a little joy was being able to annoy the gym teacher Shere Caine. Marie discovered last year that nothing annoys Shere more than being obnoxious and slow. Marie thought up her plan of attack this year as she walked into the girl's locker room. Marie of course was dressed to the nines in her mid calf, light pink satin puffy skirt and just as pink, satin tank top with brown and white circles strategically placed on the top, with her signature pink bow in her hair and brown ballet flats adoring her feet. It was definitely an odd sight to be hold, a teenager all dressed up walking into the girl's locker. Marie had already claimed her locker and put her gym uniform within, after some slight modifications last night. By the time Marie was arriving and just opening her locker, most of the girls had already left the locker room dressed for class. Marie pulled her shirt out of her locker and smiled before putting on it. After putting the final touches on her outfit and seeing that the locker room was empty except for her and that she had a minute before class actually started, Marie slowly made her way to the exit. A corpse could have moved faster than the way Marie was walking. When she did finally make it out the door and to the field, her smile returned wider at the thought of what Coach Caine could possibly say to her. All the other students were already in line in front of Coach Caine, with the girls on the left and the boys on the right, all looking the same. Every one was in the standard black shorts and purple tee shirt for their grade. However, now Marie wouldn't be just like them. She walked a little faster than death now that she was on the field, since it was clear that she was late and had the perfect stage for her grande entrance. From head to toe, glitter covered Marie Andre. Her sneakers were the latest silver sparkled converse, her black shorts had purplish-pink glitter writing spelling out Andre on the butt, while her top had Marie written in pink glitter at the top and just underneath was #1!, while the front was knotted to the side, with the pink glittered pok-a-dots all over the front, her pink bow was still in her hair. Marie had just made to the end of the boy line when she heard Coach Caine read her name off the roll call. "Here, Coach Caine! Sorry I'm late!" She said as she continued to walk at a snail's pace to her spot at the front of the girl's line. |
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Post by shere on May 11, 2011 21:21:49 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IN THE QUIET OF THE CLASSROOMS
all across the stacked united states of woe- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A moment or two passed before he finally heard the girly, annoyingly peppy voice of Marie Andre, the confidence in her tone making him positively sick. He couldn't stand to look up at her latest sure-to-be-scandal ensemble, so Shere took his time checking the box next to her name for attendance. Then, steeling his nerves, Shere lifted his eyes from the clipboard, and found blindingly shiny shoes.
She didn't.
A quick scan of the rest of her wildly glittery outfit made Shere cringe, from the pink polka dots right down to the bow in her hair. He was definitely in no mood to play her games today (or ever, frankly), and he very quickly returned his attention to the clipboard. Quite decidedly he read out the next name on the list ("Anton, Richard?") and checked off the boy's name when he answered. A few names later and Marie was still standing there, defiant and blinding in her glitter and sparkles, and so Shere finally had to address her.
"Marie, please return to the locker room and change into a proper uniform. There's extra clothes in the bin by the door from last year, I think," he said clearly but without looking up at her and read the next name. His voice was detached but authoritative, but he had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't going to impress Marie. He would be damned if he had to give her a detention on the first day, because there was no way he was staying after to supervise. "If you don't find anything, I'm sure one of your classmates will lend you something."
Juniors... Shere complained in his head as he continued reading the names off his list. Tut, Human, Shere Khan chuckled in his head, momentarily distracting him so that he messed up the next student's name ("Somerset, Melissa... No, sorry, Clarissa..."). No need getting so worked up over something so obviously not related to finding Mowg-... Shere stopped his pencil halfway through a check mark. I have other things to think about occasionally, Shere Khan, he said quickly in his head, beginning to feel his temper flare at the way things were starting off. If he wasn't careful, things could get ugly. As in "Hey Coach Caine, I thought you had teeth, not freaking fangs" ugly.
Okay. Calm down, he told himself, finishing the check on the clipboard. Poor baby, Shere Khan mocked, tutting and sighing in his head, egging Shere on. Yes of course you have other things to worry about. Things more important than getting my revenge! Shere gripped the clipboard fiercely then, setting his jaw and trying his damnedest to ignore the tiger. Inwardly he cursed Marie for setting off Shere Khan, putting them both a foul mood that was no doubt assured to screw up the rest of his day. "Fantastic," he muttered, and finally looked up.
Roll call was sure taking a while. |
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Post by ray on May 16, 2011 23:26:49 GMT -5
Gym. Ray wasn't sure what he'll think of this class. For him it all depended on the people. If he hated the people, the teacher in particular then he automatically hated the class. He had arrived at the boys' locker room on time as punctuality was a must to him. He threw on his gym uniform and made a bee line for the outside field. He arrived just as Coach Caine was separating the boys and girls.
But true to form, Ray slowly vanished and his footprints walked over to the end of the boy's line, all the while humming something from the Jabberwocky. Ray was notorious for making these types of grand entrances, practically screaming his character's identity. As soon as he found a spot, he reappeared. He grinned mischeviously at the coach and waved. "Hey Coach Caine! Ray Nulls here and accounted for, sir!" He said, giving him a mock salute. This caused some of t he other students to laugh and others to roll their eyes. Ray as usual thought himself a riot.
And then it was his turn to gawk and stare when Marie arrived, fashionably late as usual. Ray smirked. This really was just too much. He was so glad to not have missed it. Her outfit, her behavior, her mannerisims towards Coach Caine and...and then the coach's reaction to all of this, just caused Ray to chuckle. He couldn't help, but laugh aloud. This...certainly was a sight to be seen. Truly one for the ages, He just loved how easily annoyed Coach Caine could get. It was hilarious! And it was such fun to push the coach even further just to get a reaction.
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Post by marielefluer on May 18, 2011 12:28:04 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - LADIES DO NOT START FIGHTS,
but they can finish them!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Marie stood tall, or as tall as her small height would allow, but she remained proud. She managed to accomplish her task in record time. At first Coach Caine wouldn't acknowledge her outfit, so she assumed she was in the clear, but as he continued to call out names, Marie could tell he was itching to say something. "Marie, please return to the locker room and change into a proper uniform. There's extra clothes in the bin by the door from last year, I think,If you don't find anything, I'm sure one of your classmates will lend you something." These were the magic words that Marie was waiting to hear. For Marie never broke the rules, she merely bent them a tad, but she remained correct. How would it look if one of the popular, smart and well loved student broke the rules all the time? It wouldn't look pretty is what Marie thought, so she stuck to the guidelines. When she formulated the idea to creatively change her attire for gym class, she made sure to first consult the student handbook. On page five, section B under the uniforms and dress code, sub-section 1.3 gym uniforms, Marie found the answer that would save her when gym class rolled around and Coach Caine would try to make her change. Luckily for Marie, her class and Coach Caine, Marie remember to bring the student handbook out onto the field. "Excuse me Coach, but according to the student handbook I don't have to change my gym uniform, for it is still within the parameters of the rules." She stated, not bothering to raise her hand since Coach obviously didn't want to look at her outfit any more. Marie pulled the handbook out from where she tucked in between the band of her gym shorts and her back. As she did this, Marie stepped away from the line of plainly dressed students and approached Coach Caine. "Here we go, Coach, page five, section B under the uniforms and dress code, sub-section 1.3 gym uniforms, 'the gym uniforms are as followed; for freshmen, a gray shirt and black shorts that for girls has a length that does not end before the tips of their fingers when their arms are extended and placed at their sides, for boys the shorts must at least reached their knees, for sophomores, a yellow shirt and black shorts, where the shorts meet the same expectations for the freshmen, for juniors, a purple shirt and black short, where the shorts meet the same expectations as the freshmen, and finally for seniors, a blue shirt and black shorts, where the shorts meet the same expectations as the freshmen. So long as the students uniform matches there requirements, writing of any kind is allowed so long as the writing or drawings are not of an offensive nature, meaning no curse words, no drug or alcohol references. As for the shoe requirement to the outfit, any sneakers may be worn for any class level, so long as the shoes have proper treads and do not mark up the gym floor.' As stated here sir, I am well within the uniform code to wear the outfit I have on." Marie finished passing the student handbook to Coach Caine. |
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Post by shere on May 18, 2011 22:23:45 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IN THE QUIET OF THE CLASSROOMS
all across the stacked united states of woe- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh, perhaps that boy? The one with the scar on his face? Or oooo, perhaps the tall boy there. Sort of scrawny, eh, black hair? He might be the one. And that one's got just Mowgli's nose, I can tell-... Shere Khan gushed in Shere's head, the commentary never ending. This, THIS was what he had to put up with all day. Shere Khan's indefatigable suspicions and guesses voiced in his head all the damned time, constantly speculating about what Mowgli would look like, or if he was already here, or if he was that boy with the black hair or that boy with the button nose. All. The. Damn. Time.
So was it really so difficult to see why Shere was batshit crazy most of the time? It wasn't like he could block out the voice or the compulsion to join in the search for Mowgli so Shere Khan could play out his movie's plot and possibly, finally, leave Shere alone. If anyone else had to spend a day in Shere's position, listening to Shere Khan's nonstop excited babble, they would go insane. Hell, it was a credit to Shere that he even managed to function normally in society at all. Well, I say normal. Normal-ish.
He was hard put to keep his eyes on the paper, concentrating on each little check mark ticked next to the student's name, while the tiger rattled on. Getting things done, well, getting anything done for that matter, was a bit of a challenge for the aforementioned reason, which explained Shere's near constant moodiness, surliness, and other generally antisocial qualities. But with each name he checked off (Raymond Nulls' name twice by accident because of the little blighter's insistence on breaking his dear, dear concentration), Shere felt Shere Khan calm down a little. Eventually the tiger's voice dropped out altogether, and Shere felt vaguely human again. But he was still annoyed by one Marie Andre.
He didn't expect her to march back to the girl's locker obediently, change and come back without a fuss. Obviously the girl had put some thought and dedication into her wardrobe (that glitter looked hand painted for god's sake), but for the life of him Shere couldn't imagine why. If it was just to get a rise out of him, there was hardly call to put so much effort into doing so. Shere aggravated easily and he was getting the feeling the students enjoyed testing his sanity and restraint (from bodily harming them?). Really though, Marie was a special case. She even researched her defense, which, Shere had to admit, took dedication he would not have thought capable of a person who probably spent most of her time deciding if the world was ready for her to bring back the scrunchy hair-band trend.
Roll call finally over (he just managed to catch the last girl's name before Marie came striding up to him), Shere was now faced with the unfortunate task of confronting the girl. He took his time clipping his pencil to his clipboard and tossing the whole thing on the ground next to the bag of footballs, then leeeaning over to retrieve his plain but frayed dark-khaki colored baseball cap, before finally looking down at Marie. Sure it was only about eight o'clock in the morning and the sun was hardly up, but any excuse to obscure his vision of the little monsters was welcome by him: thus the hat. But he could delay no longer, and suddenly he was having a student handbook thrust into his hands.
"...'worn for any class level, so long as the shoes have proper treads and do not mark up the gym floor.' As stated here sir, I am well within the uniform code to wear the outfit I have on."
"Finished?" Asked Shere after Marie's incredible speech (how did all that information stay in her fluffy little head?), and he tossed her handbook on the ground next to his clipboard. "Alright then," he said without a smile, "back in line, please." He pointed to the girl's side of the line up and then took a step forward to address the whole class (and silently thanked Shere Khan for finally shutting up and letting him work).
"Welcome back to Classic, and to another new year of your favorite class. Seeing as you're the earliest class, there's a good chance we'll get to spend most of our sessions outside, probably even to November!" Shere smiled happily, his head bobbling a little bit as the students groaned at the prospects of the freezing mornings ahead of them. "Luckily, the student handbook says you're allowed to wear black pants and your Academy sweatshirts. if you've got an Academy sweatshirt. But that's a bridge we'll cross when we get there, eh?"
"For now, though," he continued, adjusting his hat and smiling a bit wider, "we'll focus on today. I'm going to let you all go a few minutes early today but only because I have a few papers to handout, which I want back to-mor-row." Shere annunciated the word like he was talking to six year old, and then carefully put his hands on his hips. "So hurrah for that." There was a pause while the students murmured and milled about, and Shere admitted he wasn't wildly fond of first-day-of-class introductions either. "Anyway, thanks to our delay this morning we're going to have to skip a bit of the fun stuff and jump right on in to warm ups! I hope you've all been keeping active during the summer because we're going to start with a ten minute jog, and I mean jog. I want you running the whole time," Shere grinned, no, beamed at all of them, though his gaze did linger a little haughtily on Marie. Even if she did jog the whole time, who knows? All that nasty sweat might just smudge her perfect little polkadots.
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Post by ray on Jun 3, 2011 15:14:35 GMT -5
As soon as the girl finally filed in, Ray listened excitedly while she explained her case to Shere. He had to laugh at that. This girl had guts, he had to give her that. But, Ray learned a long time ago that nobody explained anything to the coach unless they wanted more exercise than needed. So curiously, Ray liistened intently to what the coach had to say and was very much surprised at the coach's reaction. He could have swore Shere would have at least yelled at the poor girl or punished her in some way. But, no he didn't. So very odd...
But then the order came and Ray had to let out a groan. He was never very physically active since he preferred to do things at his own pace, nice and easy like and was never in a hurry. And yet here his coach was telling him he had to jog the whole time. Ray wrinkled his nose in disgust. He couldn't help, but quietly blame Marie for this. 'If it wasn't for her...whinning and nagging then we wouldn't have to hurry so much! Annoyingly spoiled little princess,' he thought, annoyed. But, looking at Coach Caine he knew he couldn't do much about it or could he...?
Frowning, he thought about what he could do to get out of this morning's jog, which he so didn't feel like doing. 'Of course,' he thought with a sly smile, 'the solution is so obvious. If he couldn't see me then he won't know the difference.' With a slight chuckle he disappeared into thin air and started to slowly follow the others around the track. Problem was he almost forgot that his footprints could still be seen just like his cartoon counterpart's.
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Post by marielefluer on Jun 13, 2011 9:18:11 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - LADIES DO NOT START FIGHTS,
but they can finish them!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Off you go!" Ugh, are you kidding me? After all that I still have to run? Marie thought to herself. Marie wondered what excuse she could use today to get out of running, or better yet, what if she got hurt while running. By the time Marie decided to start running, the rest of her class was already half way done with the first lap. Marie hung her head and began doing what the Coach asked for, but that didn't mean she had to run fast enough to get sweaty. Swish, thup, swish, thump, puff, swish, thup, swish, thup, puff.Marie had just got a quarter of the first lap finished, when she started wishing evil, nasty thoughts on Coach Caine. "Why, oh why, do adults think that running is good, fun exercise? It's torture to everyone and everything. I mean, look at this grass, its all wore down, pressed and smashed from all us heavy footed kids. What about the poor little...umph." In the midst of her grumbling, something knocked the little wind she had left, out of her. Having fallen face forward, Marie noticed that nothing was there to knock her down, she was on the grass. Marie braced her weight on her hands as she tempted to get up again, but then the best idea in the world came to her. "Coach Caine, Coach! Over here! Help! I can't get up, I think my leg is broken!" Marie's high pitched voice lofted across the field. As she laid there waiting for Coach to come over, Marie smirked, obvious to fact that her face was actually touching the grass. |
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Post by shere on Jun 14, 2011 15:39:37 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IN THE QUIET OF THE CLASSROOMS
all across the stacked united states of woe- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the moment the words left his mouth, Shere knew this day promised to be a trying one.
Apparently he needed to get really specific with this group of Juniors. It wasn't enough to tell them just "This jog will last ten minutes" and "Run the whole time" - no no. That would have been normal. And normal had no business in Memory. What Shere should have said was "And please stay human."
All at once, Shere's once human gym class erupted in a mess of animals, flying kids and disappearing acts. A few began running like they were supposed to, but for the most part, the Junior class seemed determine to rack up as much extra punishment as they could. Six kids turned into owls from different movies, four became rabbits and squirrels, one kid hovered and one kid could fly, one actually vanished and left footprints in the dust, and a group of three girls transformed into deer and leaped about the track. "It's a fucking zoo," Shere muttered to himself, one hand flying up to fix his hat out of a habit of agitation. "HEY!" He suddenly shouted to them all, his voice carrying loudly and clearly across the field (in fact he wouldn't have been surprised if he'd accidentally disrupted a couple classes whose windows were closest to the sports field. "HUMAN FORM ONLY, UNLESS YOU WANT TO SPEND DETENTION WITH ME TODAY!" A bit of Shere Khan's roar punctuated the word "detention" and soon animals were turning back into kids again. "AND THAT'S ANOTHER TWO MINUTES YOU EARNED YOURSELVES, SO LET'S PICK UP THE PACE!" Shere rolled his eyes skywards and swore under his breath. Granted, there were a few kids who didn't deserve the extra minutes of running because they didn't have awakened characters yet, but Shere couldn't have cared less about equality at the moment. "And don't think I can't see you, Raymond," Shere added when he noticed Ray still hadn't reappeared - his footsteps, however, gave him away.
Oh, why don't you let me teach them a lesson, Human? You can let me take over, you know. Become a tiger and we'll give them a good chase around the track! You haven't exercised me in so long, anyway... Shere Khan whispered in Shere's head, and Shere had to admit the mental image was pretty funny. Claws out, fangs bared, Shere Khan chasing a group of terrified seventeen-year-olds around a school track would have made for an entertaining twelve minutes. Don't tempt me, Khan, Shere laughed in his head, a smirk appearing on his mouth as he watched the class jog. But it did give him a legitimate idea, and Shere made up his mind to go running in tiger form tonight after the town had fallen asleep.
"Coach Caine, Coach! Over here! Help! I can't get up, I think my leg is broken!"
Like hell it is, Shere's momentarily good mood evaporated like fog under a noon sun at the sound of Marie's voice. He scanned the area where her voice was coming from and saw her lying on her stomach at the edge of the track, polka-dots glittering next to the grass. He jogged over and immediately crouched down to examine her, knowing full well that she had to be faking to get out of running, but also knowing that if he ignored her he'd be fired. A gaggle of girls running nearby slowed down and started cooing over Marie, asking if she was okay and if she hurt terribly, but Shere waved them off. Suppressing a sigh, Shere asked "Can you roll over on you back, Marie? Which leg hurts?" |
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