Post by Keeper Of Secrets on Apr 4, 2009 23:46:54 GMT -5
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
Deep within the stone labyrinth of the office building, the one known only as Mister Black would wait- rather impatiently. Always with the tardiness... If it wasn't Red's shenanigans or Rose's perfectionism, then is was surely Green's rampant stupidity. Yet, even with companions like these, Black would remain composed, his eyes locked on the door of the conference room.
His finger tapped upon the polished wood table over and over again, the pendulum of the clock swaying back and forth in unison. A large Cuban cigar was limp in his lips, the smoke cloud engulfing him in his own personal aura. Dressed neatly as always in a suit of utter darkness, the man was always prepared for an occasion such as this one.
The first complete board meeting in a month. Much needed to be discussed.
Then, the knob turned.
Entering all at once, a slew of colors that would put the rainbow itself to shame. As the figures entered and took their seats, their gazes all shifted uneasily, knowing Black would be disappointed with their arrival time. The eight of them would become comfortable, withdraw their wold folders, and look to Black for instructions.
Clearing his throat loudly, Black would remove his fedora, slick his jet-black hair back smoothly, and sigh.
"Well, I see we all decided to arrive two minutes late. This will surely reflect in your next evaluation." He paused, giving his subordinates a glare. "At any rate, this meeting is officially in session. Rose, please begin."
He nodded to a woman at his left- a middle aged woman with a form-fitting rose colored suit. Her hair was red and kept in a bun, thin glasses with connected chain resting atop her nose. With an exaggerated "AHEM," she looked to her bulletin board and smiled.
"Well ladies and gentlemen, our first order of business is the emergency evaluation of Public High schools 326, 98, 42, and 106. Three of the aforementioned schools are no biggy- just a little pep talk and a budget cut. Forty-two however, is quite different... Several rampant acts of violence, a civil war between locals and transfers, and most disturbingly, the lack of a headmaster."
"Now wait jus' a goddamn minute." A man in an orange suit would exclaim loudly. "Dem damn chillins ain't got a headmaster?!" The massive man would hunch his frame over the table, as if he didn't hear Rose clearly. A slender hand would land on Orange's shoulder, the thin man next to him attempting to ease the titan.
"Theodore, we've been over this. You have to watch your blood pressure." He said sincerely, the purple haired man giving him a concerned frown. With a nod, Orange leaned back in his chair, still taken aback by the situation.
"No headmaster, hm? What kind of order do they have?" A stern blonde girl would ask, her canary yellow suit being the brightest of the team.
"A Pillar System." Rose answered.
"It's a Pillar System with no ring leader." Purple said, his eyes squinting slightly at the thought. "To think... Four children running an entire school... Preposterous." He said with a wave of the hand.
"Indeed. What is to be done?" Rose asked the council, looking for a route. "Chancellor?" Sher inquired of Black, who watched diligently. Taking his time in answering, Black took a deep puff of his cigar, frowned, then looked to his group.
"What sort of academic records did we dig up on this shithole?" He asked Rose, knowing that she would have all the information he needed.
"Well, their academic scores are... Well, I think Mister Purple can explain it at it's finest." She smiled, handing her bulletin board to Purple, whose face reflected impending pain. As his eyes laid to rest on the page, his mouth dropped wide open.
"Im- Impossible. I've never seen grades this horrible in all my career. They have a drop out rate of thirty-seven percent! Fifty-two percent of all SAT scores were below the passing margin." Purple tried to recompose himself.
"Oh, and Theodore dearest, this is for you." Rose handed Orange a packet of papers, many of them being pictures. "This is a detailed report of all instances of structural damage sustained by the campus over the past five years."
The mammoth in orange looked over the packet, his face crunching into itself. He needed to say nothing. Across the table, a man in green with fiery red hair would lean in, giving a sigh.
"So, this school is essentially a big pile 'o' crap." He said in a thick Irish accent. "Whut' exactly are we gonna do? Bulldoze the fucker?"
"If I had my way boy, I'd tear it down brick 'b' brick m'self." Orange said, handing the papers back to Rose. "Chancellor, I hope you're letting us have a crack at this."
"My dear council, what we are looking at is a true test of our capabilities. We pride ourselves in our ability to create a safe learning environment for all students and to maintain it's security at all times. Public High school 42 is our worst case thus far, and such, it will be handled appropriately. Blue, Green- I want you two to handle PHS 326. Red, Yellow- Handle PHS 98. Rose, White- Deal with 106. As far as PHS 42, I want Orange and Purple on it. Purple, your task will be to evaluate the school's academic standards on your own to properly get a reading of it's capabilities. Orange, begin repairs on the building and construct a new auditorium to raise student morale. I want these students to know we are in their best interest. In the meantime, I'll be looking at candidates for a new headmaster." He clasped his hands, looking across the table. "Any questions?"
None.
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Slamming shut the door of his hummer, Theodore Winstrum, aka Mister Orange, would prepare to leave the parking lot. His H2 matched the color of his suit and as a joke amongst the council, matched his body structure as well. As his stereo came to life, playing a song by Hank Williams Junior, a knock came on his window.
Lowering it automatically, Orange would soon look upon his partner, Purple. He appeared to be concerned, but Orange showed no change in emotion.
"Theodore, Black wants us to start at 42 at the beginning of the week. We only have a day to plan out our strategy." He said, slightly set back by the brash 24-hour decision.
"Dun sweat it boy." Orange put his fears to rest. "All ya gotta do is conduc' yer little test, 'n' all I gotta do it lift some brick 'n' shout som' orders. Piece 'o' pie." He gave Purple an assuring grin. "No worries partner."
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Written by: Shaun L.
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Tap...
Tap...
Deep within the stone labyrinth of the office building, the one known only as Mister Black would wait- rather impatiently. Always with the tardiness... If it wasn't Red's shenanigans or Rose's perfectionism, then is was surely Green's rampant stupidity. Yet, even with companions like these, Black would remain composed, his eyes locked on the door of the conference room.
His finger tapped upon the polished wood table over and over again, the pendulum of the clock swaying back and forth in unison. A large Cuban cigar was limp in his lips, the smoke cloud engulfing him in his own personal aura. Dressed neatly as always in a suit of utter darkness, the man was always prepared for an occasion such as this one.
The first complete board meeting in a month. Much needed to be discussed.
Then, the knob turned.
Entering all at once, a slew of colors that would put the rainbow itself to shame. As the figures entered and took their seats, their gazes all shifted uneasily, knowing Black would be disappointed with their arrival time. The eight of them would become comfortable, withdraw their wold folders, and look to Black for instructions.
Clearing his throat loudly, Black would remove his fedora, slick his jet-black hair back smoothly, and sigh.
"Well, I see we all decided to arrive two minutes late. This will surely reflect in your next evaluation." He paused, giving his subordinates a glare. "At any rate, this meeting is officially in session. Rose, please begin."
He nodded to a woman at his left- a middle aged woman with a form-fitting rose colored suit. Her hair was red and kept in a bun, thin glasses with connected chain resting atop her nose. With an exaggerated "AHEM," she looked to her bulletin board and smiled.
"Well ladies and gentlemen, our first order of business is the emergency evaluation of Public High schools 326, 98, 42, and 106. Three of the aforementioned schools are no biggy- just a little pep talk and a budget cut. Forty-two however, is quite different... Several rampant acts of violence, a civil war between locals and transfers, and most disturbingly, the lack of a headmaster."
"Now wait jus' a goddamn minute." A man in an orange suit would exclaim loudly. "Dem damn chillins ain't got a headmaster?!" The massive man would hunch his frame over the table, as if he didn't hear Rose clearly. A slender hand would land on Orange's shoulder, the thin man next to him attempting to ease the titan.
"Theodore, we've been over this. You have to watch your blood pressure." He said sincerely, the purple haired man giving him a concerned frown. With a nod, Orange leaned back in his chair, still taken aback by the situation.
"No headmaster, hm? What kind of order do they have?" A stern blonde girl would ask, her canary yellow suit being the brightest of the team.
"A Pillar System." Rose answered.
"It's a Pillar System with no ring leader." Purple said, his eyes squinting slightly at the thought. "To think... Four children running an entire school... Preposterous." He said with a wave of the hand.
"Indeed. What is to be done?" Rose asked the council, looking for a route. "Chancellor?" Sher inquired of Black, who watched diligently. Taking his time in answering, Black took a deep puff of his cigar, frowned, then looked to his group.
"What sort of academic records did we dig up on this shithole?" He asked Rose, knowing that she would have all the information he needed.
"Well, their academic scores are... Well, I think Mister Purple can explain it at it's finest." She smiled, handing her bulletin board to Purple, whose face reflected impending pain. As his eyes laid to rest on the page, his mouth dropped wide open.
"Im- Impossible. I've never seen grades this horrible in all my career. They have a drop out rate of thirty-seven percent! Fifty-two percent of all SAT scores were below the passing margin." Purple tried to recompose himself.
"Oh, and Theodore dearest, this is for you." Rose handed Orange a packet of papers, many of them being pictures. "This is a detailed report of all instances of structural damage sustained by the campus over the past five years."
The mammoth in orange looked over the packet, his face crunching into itself. He needed to say nothing. Across the table, a man in green with fiery red hair would lean in, giving a sigh.
"So, this school is essentially a big pile 'o' crap." He said in a thick Irish accent. "Whut' exactly are we gonna do? Bulldoze the fucker?"
"If I had my way boy, I'd tear it down brick 'b' brick m'self." Orange said, handing the papers back to Rose. "Chancellor, I hope you're letting us have a crack at this."
"My dear council, what we are looking at is a true test of our capabilities. We pride ourselves in our ability to create a safe learning environment for all students and to maintain it's security at all times. Public High school 42 is our worst case thus far, and such, it will be handled appropriately. Blue, Green- I want you two to handle PHS 326. Red, Yellow- Handle PHS 98. Rose, White- Deal with 106. As far as PHS 42, I want Orange and Purple on it. Purple, your task will be to evaluate the school's academic standards on your own to properly get a reading of it's capabilities. Orange, begin repairs on the building and construct a new auditorium to raise student morale. I want these students to know we are in their best interest. In the meantime, I'll be looking at candidates for a new headmaster." He clasped his hands, looking across the table. "Any questions?"
None.
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Slamming shut the door of his hummer, Theodore Winstrum, aka Mister Orange, would prepare to leave the parking lot. His H2 matched the color of his suit and as a joke amongst the council, matched his body structure as well. As his stereo came to life, playing a song by Hank Williams Junior, a knock came on his window.
Lowering it automatically, Orange would soon look upon his partner, Purple. He appeared to be concerned, but Orange showed no change in emotion.
"Theodore, Black wants us to start at 42 at the beginning of the week. We only have a day to plan out our strategy." He said, slightly set back by the brash 24-hour decision.
"Dun sweat it boy." Orange put his fears to rest. "All ya gotta do is conduc' yer little test, 'n' all I gotta do it lift some brick 'n' shout som' orders. Piece 'o' pie." He gave Purple an assuring grin. "No worries partner."
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Written by: Shaun L.
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