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Post by skyeknight on Aug 9, 2022 15:16:04 GMT
John drew the short stick. He was in charge of the first detention of the year. Which meant he couldn't sleep off his hangover or drink. His flask had been confiscated by the principal and he hadn't gotten his hands on a new one. Still, he had a throbbing headache and his mouth was dry. He was seated at the desk at the head of the classroom, with a heavy sigh. He surveyed the students before him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2022 7:07:58 GMT
Dilayla: Dilayla was frustrated, she had literally just arrived at school and she was already in trouble, her first detention of the year and there she was, ok, she could stop to read the regulations of the institution long before she settled in her room, how to explain to his brother who had received a detention for wandering around the school and misusing the laboratory tools, it may seem obvious but trying to make a tour of the school he ended up getting into a laboratory and with the tools he made little balls of light that when the strips explode, that deserves recognition, right? The new teacher Stefan caught her, confiscated everything and sent her straight to detention, she didn't even know all her teachers and classmates yet, she looked around, the teacher in charge started looking at them, is it right to say something? He continues to look around nervously, not daring to say a word.  |
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 16, 2022 22:52:08 GMT
Being late too many times had finally caught up with Spike and he'd racked up enough tardy arrivals to class to finally get detention. Not that he cared too much, although it was probably going to be boring the next couple of hours. And he'd probably get a tiresome lecture from his parents. But it was a routine he'd gone through plenty of times over the past year and he was used to it by now. He strolled into the classroom as if he was taking a casual walk in the park. He'd seen the teacher's face before, although wasn't sure of the name. The girl was a complete stranger. Spike was curious about what she did, although he wasn't sure if he'd get an opportunity to ask. "'Sup?" he coolly said to both of them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2022 16:57:59 GMT
Dilayla: Why was this boy so familiar to him? Well, it seemed that the rest of her fellow detainees were about to arrive, it was better than going on alone although it wasn't the most appropriate either, she had to make up for lost time and detention is definitely not the best way to do it, but she will surely find someone in the same situation and they will be able to get out of the problem together, he looked at his tall companion, for some reason he looked as out of place as her, everything is so new around him? It's always been like this, oh you're lucky enough to find another new student, whatever, the next thing you didn't expect, your classmate's spontaneous comment almost makes you laugh a little, how daring in this situation, I don't pay attention to the rest since he would probably end up laughing, he looked at his partner and winked at him with a small grimace. It is best not to test the teacher's patience, he has had enough of this.  |
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Post by skyeknight on Aug 22, 2022 1:41:30 GMT
"Right," John sighed. "Sit down, the lot of ya."
He sighed heavily and glanced at the clock. One hour of torture. He wasn't sure who was being punished more. The students or himself. He certainly didn't want to be there any more than they did. There were plenty of other things he would have preferred to do with his time than sit there and watch over the kids. He folded his arms across his chest, willing patience.
"I don't care what you do," he said, "So long as you don't leave the room and don't burn the place down."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2022 18:13:45 GMT
Dilayla: Wait a minute, they were literally going to stand there doing nothing? Really, Dilayla has gotten into a lot of trouble, but this type of punishment is new, staying quiet in her chair for an hour, no sir, her face definitely expressed annoyance, although it's stupid that she didn't know beforehand that this was the detention, she has more important things to do, the biggest of her problems is that her power may not be precisely what she wants, with a frown she decides to take some dice out of her bag and makes them levitate in front of her in circles occupying her concentration.  |
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 24, 2022 1:04:01 GMT
"Aw, my afternoon pyrotechnic plans are ruined," Spike joked. John seemed a little grumpy, but at least he wasn't acting like a total jerk yet. Some teachers handled detention like military commanders. He leaned back in his chair, his feet resting on the desk. The girl still hadn't said a word, although she did start making some dice spin in circles without even touching them. Maybe she was one of those kids who could move stuff with their mind? That was a pretty common power, although it made some kids ticking time bombs. Spike had seen a few lose control and send everything inside a room crash into the walls. He glanced at John. He hadn't exactly said they couldn't make small talk. "So...you got a name?" he asked the girl.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2022 17:29:19 GMT
Still moving her dice, Dilayla looked at her partner sitting next to her and then glanced briefly at her teacher, he didn't seem to care. -"Dilayla Tybor"-. He responded with a smile and extended his fist in greeting to his partner. "What's your name and why do you seem to like getting in trouble?" Dilayala put her face in her hand without letting go of the dice.  |
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Post by skyeknight on Aug 27, 2022 0:54:36 GMT
"Detentions ain't supposed to be fun," Constantine sighed, "But I don't give a shite. So, you do whatever until the hour is up."
John walked over to the desk and sat in the seat. He leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up on the desk, picking up the nearest book to cover his face. He could at least try to get some shut eye while he had to endure whatever torment this was supposed to be. As if 'sitting in silence' was going to teach the kids a lesson about well, whatever it was that got them in trouble.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 27, 2022 22:42:25 GMT
"Spike, and I could ask the same about you," he replied teasingly, although he did shake Dilayla's hand when she extended it. "Trouble seems to have a way of finding me, rather than the other way around." That wasn't technically true, since Spike purposefully broke rules all the time, but he wanted to keep things vague for now. John tuned out of the conversation, plopping a book on his face. Spike couldn't tell if he had fallen asleep yet. He was definitely different from other teachers he'd met though. "Does he normally act like this?" he whispered to Dilayla.
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 9, 2022 1:18:19 GMT
John ignored them both, trying his best to get the pulsing ache in his head to stop. But that would require not drinking so much. At this point, it was a matter of not proving anyone right that he was just an alcoholic at this point. Still, even the students looked down on him. Granted, he wasn't giving them the best first impression either. It would require too much effort on his part.
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Post by zuyuri on Nov 22, 2023 16:54:50 GMT
The little slip was slowly crisping to ash as Zuko trudged to the assigned detention room. Frankly, this was bullshit. Standing up to a bully was one of the primary things public school taught, but oh no, actually calling out bad behavior? That was where the line was in the sand. Though to be fair, he did take it a step too far from all the pushing and shoving with a very small fireball punched at his feet. Zuko was lucky that the poor outcast’s paper didn’t get burned.
But no, go figure, this led to him getting detention.
Zuko opened the door to the classroom where the smell of booze hit his nostrils. A few other kids were in the room, and he reluctantly stepped in. He avoided eye contact and found a chair as far back and as far away as he could go, pulling out a poetry book to skim. Silence was better.
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