Physical Education 1

[Ryuu]

Ryuu just stared blankly at the man who was Mr. Winklewood standing before them. He was their teacher? First he heard a loud thud, followed by the doors slamming open, the sunlight radiating around him like he was a god, and then he dove into the pool without any hesitation, fully clothed! He then began to swim towards them at a furious pace, freestyle, as Ryuu stood up from the pool chair, and stood beside Emily, if this was an anime, he'd have a sweat drop on the back of his head. He then saw him reach the edge, and pull himself out, curl into a ball in the air, and impact with the floor in a roll, landing on his left knee and right hand, skidding a bit before stopping right in the middle of them. Ryuu looked down at Emily, his arms folded across his chest. "He's Mr. Winklewood...!?" What have they gotten themselves into... He then saw Mr. Winklewood pivot around, walk to the edge of the pool, and take a deep breath in, before spinning around and facing them, formally introducing himself.

He then went on to explain he was a former teacher back at PHS 259, which explained Emily's reaction. He then asked them to say their name, something about them, but the last part, was a bit out there. He then told them about himself, before shifting around like he had a live carp in his pants, and pulled a pose that reminded Ryuu of the Hare Hare Yukai dance for some reason, before suddenly shifting onto his other foot and shoot both his hands straight, aiming them at Ryuu, but stopped before the strike connected, as he saw him stare at him with intense vigor, encouraging him to do the same. "GO!" Ryuu looked around at the others, before pointing a finger at himself. "Me?" Ryuu said, before sighing quietly. "I'm Ryuu Hikari, I play guitar, and I like running track and field and swimming." Oh dear god, the pose and exclamation. He wanted to palm his face, but fought the urge to. He then pulled an Ultraman pose, his arms crossed in front of him, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he possibly could, despite the situation. "... I'm a sexy beast!"

... this class was more than interesting, more like a train wreck and a half interesting. Heaven help them all...

[Olesya]

Gym class, YES! Olesya loved gym class as much as she loved playing sports...because they were similar. True, she had had a bad experience when that foreign teacher had come and made them dress up in risque costumes...that had been weird. And she ended up with detention on top of that.

But this was a brand new school, full of new opportunities, right?

She stepped into the girl's locker room, noticing the row of swimsuits waiting for the female students. Seriously? She wasn't aware that there were uniforms for gym class, but whatever worked. She grabbed one that fit her nicely, wrapping her towel around her waist, she followed the signs to the pool, only a few minutes behind.

"AND ANNOUNCE TO THE CLASS THAT YOU ARE A SEXY BEAST. WITH PRIDE AND A POSE! I'll go first. =3"

"HELLO CLASS, MY NAME IS MR. WINKLEWOOD. I LIKE RAPING CHILDREN. MR. ROGERS WAS ONE OF MY IDOLS. YES LADIES---AND GENTLEMEN. IT'S REAL. =D!? I HOPE WE ALL HAVE A TON OF FUN HERE."

"AND I AM A SEXY BEAST!"

Oh....No.



Seriously?


Les wanted to smack herself in the forehead, of all the people to be the P.E. teacher, it just had to be him, didn't it? She glanced about the fellow students, recognizing Emily (smart girl, had her own suit), Matrim, Adrian, and Gabriel...but everyone else was either a native to the school, or she just didn't know them yet. Fair enough, she didn't worry about it. What she did worry about, though, is...


OMGHOWAMIGOINGTOSURVIVETHISCLASS!?!?

As Mr. Winklewood did some crazy poses and ordered the class to 'Go!', Olesya stepped up behind Emily (who was behind Gabriel), crosses her arms over her chest.

"I didn't think HE transferred here too."

She said quietly, so really, only her best friend could hear.

[seishounohana]

Time to be a moonie!

"He's Mr. Winklewood...!?"

"Yes." Sadly, it was the truth. This sex-crazed man was the infamous Mr. Winklewood, and he, of all people was going to teach them how to swim. Emily could shudder right now, as the teacher made his crazy introduction, then Ryuu did his piece.

He looked slightly uncomfortable. Emily could totally see why.

"I didn't think HE transferred here too." Olesya said, as she hid behind Emily. Of all the people here, she was basically the one who had experience with the said teacher. Just great.

To hide, or not to hide. That is the question. She sighed. "I'm not at all surpised, Les." She said, "We'll survive."

Well, might as well get her introduction done. She gave Olesya a smile before stepping forward. Her hands were on her hips, "Matte nasai!"

Anyone whom had seen this before in their youth may bring them to laughter, but Emily began to do the Classic Sailor moon speech, arm movements and all. "I am a transfer from Public High School Number two-five-nine! Emily delos Santos!"

"... and I am a sexy beast!"

...

She then realized that she probably shouldn't have had too much fun with it.

"uh... and I like to swim, draw and... play the piano, I guess.." she said, mumbling into the back of Ryuu. Man, that was embarrassing.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar saw the teacher finally. He seemed to have been on the roof somehow. He started to talk and wanted us to introduce ourselves and yell I’m a sexy beast. Funny thing was Sylar didn’t need to tell himself or anyone else that he was a sexy beast. He saw Sara over in the corner. She was really pretty for Sylar. Sylar quickly walked over to here and sat down next to here. He really wasn’t in the mood to announce anything about himself to this creep. He just had this weird feeling that he wasn’t just going to be swimming. There had to be a twist.

“Hey Sara. How you feeling today? Better than the first day I meet you I hope?”

He wanted to add that last little part because he wanted to make sure that she was ok. If not then oh well, he was about to get whooped on.

[Adrian]

Adrian only smirked and nodded in reply to Victor's comments, as other people had butted in to the conversation too much to allow for a well-flowing chat. When Kate wrapped her arms around Adrian, he grinned, his hands grazing over ther arms in wrapped about him gently before stretching his arms back behind him to give Kate a quick reverse-hug. "Was wonderin' when you'd show up, babe," Adrian said to her.

Regardless, Adrian continued to watch with equal parts amusement and confusion as the man who was to be their teacher, Mr., ahem, Winklewood, threw himself from the celing, into the pool, and back onto the ground before them all, speaking as to who he was and what he expected of them as a greeting. Ryuu went first, giving a fairly unique and humorous greeting, and then, after a few people expressed displeasure or distaste at the idea, Emily broke out into a strange monologue, pretty much cementing in Adrian's mind that, despite being a nice girl, she was a complete and total nerd. He smirked as she finished, and saw no one else was stepping up to the plate. Ah well, far be it for Adrian to remain on the sidelines in a showing-off contest. He stepped forward, putting the spotlight on himself, so to speak, and announced his presence.

"My name's Adrian,"[/b] he announced loudly, throwing both hands up and out to grab any attention he hadn't get garnered. "I used to go a private school, but I got kicked out for being waaaay too awesome to be contained there. I moved from the dump known as Two-Five-Nine to this Fine Establishment, and I've got one sick coat,"[/b] he continued, lowering his arms so that they were still outstretched, but held out straight from each shoulder.

"And of course, last, but not least...."[/b] he led into it, pulling both arms in, his left hand touching his right bicep as his right arm, held across his body, flexed, showing off his impressive musculature.

"I AM A SEXY BEAST!"

[/b][/i]

As he bellowed out the last words, he stretched his still-flexed right arm out to the side of his body, his left hand's fingers pointing to his impressive bicep bulge as he smirked out amongst everyone. He would lower his arm after a moment and look directly at Kate, winking at her as he returned to stand next to her, awaiting the show from the rest of the students.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest finding a relaxed standing position to watch what was to be a fine performance by Mr. Winklewood. His emerald gaze caught itself sneaking into other's conversations paying close attention to short details. Apparently the rapist teacher Winklewood had also been at 259 Gabriel counted his lucky stars he had never run into the man before a few weeks ago. Apparently he'd attested us with the duty to give up a little about ourselves, it was a cute little learning game Gabriel didn't feel all to inclined to participate in, not because he thought he was cool or thought it was dorky doing it, he just honestly didn't feel all too special about his characteristics.

His right palm tightened tense flexing strongly far too much so for a normal limb. Looking down he noted at the features, metallic joints formed to replicate a near human arm similarities between the bones and the metal structure. His eyes peered up seeing Adrian's spectacle and decided why not.

"I'm Gabriel Seran, and heres a bit of a surprise for you." He said with a fake smile lifting free his metallic limb, flexing the individual digits to show that it wasn't a joke. "I am a Sexy Beast!" He said in one calm controlled tone before returning to his space away from the spotlight of attention.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara was shocked... Completely shocked... This wasn't happening. Please tell her this wasn't happening. O________O It was him... The Winklewood from the day where everyone was naked... Teaching the class... AND WHAT THE HELL WAS IN HIS PANTS!?

Sara clutched the crutch closer to her chest. She wasn't going to do it. No way. No FUCKING way. She was not yelling that she was a sexy beast. Not happening. Sara watched, wide eyed in horror, as the students began to talk about themselves. She wasn't doing this... Call it a relapse from crazy Sara, but she was NOT going to do this.

Sylar came and sat next to her. She turned her head towards him, looking extremely frightened. She didn't want to do this. At all. She whispered quietly to him, afraid of what was happening to the class. "I don't want to do this... Shit Sylar, I don't want to do this..." She dropped her head, taking a deep breath. Not happening... God... Not happening... Deep breath... Ok... She managed to get a hold of herself. She stood straighter, holding her crutch so tightly her knuckles were white.

"I'm Sara... and I'll kill you if you come near me..." She started strong, her face hard, her voice loud... Then her voice dropped to a mere whisper as she hung her head, her cheeks turning BRIGHT red. "And... something... about a sexy beast..." With that done, she stepped back, leaning against the wall, head down as she tried to sink into the wall.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor D'Armond was neither shocked, freaked out, confused or really and other emotion as he watched the well muscled teacher swim across the pool and give his ridiculous speech, and even greater pose. He'd wished his conversation with Adrian could have gone on longer, but some things time just didn't permit. He watched everyone do their little poses and say that they where sexy beasts...

convinient, it was a requirment for him to state what he already knew. of course this was a joke with himself, he knew he wasn't the best looking person ever...

In an incredibly graceful motion that went against the nature of his size and musculature he took up a one handed handstand, with his free hand he slapped his firm ass, and then flexed his arm.

"I AM THE SEXIEST BEAST!"

he said with a giant laugh and a huge smile.

As he let his feet touch the floor again he explained a bit about himself "I love music and the outdoors, really I just like everything, my saying is try everything once, twice if you like it" he laughed over his own joke.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim had his arms crossed. He simply ignored most of the people in the classroom. It seemed as though they thought this was some type of big joke, being conceited while this scary and somewhat freak of a man walked around like an idiot. Seriously who the fuck let this guy near children? He should be locked up in a prison somewhere, preferably with a room mate named bubba who likes a guy who submits to him. That was the place for this freak, not in a swimming class. But in the end Matrim succumbed to his wishes. In fact.... regretfully..... he called him by the damned nick name.

"Alright then, Dad," Matrim would say, not looking the guy in the eye. One of his hands dropping to his side, the other on his hip as he continued to look away from the guy as if he was continuing to doubt his existence. Especially considering what happened the last time he saw this guy.... God that was horrifying enough.

"My name is Matrim Gallagher, I have a criminal record, I am the current School Captain, I am a shitty marksman and lastly but not least......" He said... his teeth gritted. He was pissed off about having to say this next part. Sure a part of him was cocky, but he never went around saying he was good looking. After all, that just seemed really rude and idiotic. But oh well, when in Rome.....

"...AND I AM A SEXY BEAST!!!"

There.... now leave me alone and tell me when we are getting to the swimming part.....

[Kate]

Oh dear god. Oh dear god. Oh sweet dead Jesus. Was this for real? Was he for real? This was rather... scary. It chilled her spine and she almost shivered. The vibe she got from this guy was just, oh dear god. Those emerald orbs were locked onto this person, this teacher that she supposedly had and Kate fought the urge to suddenly walk straight out of the gym/pool area and never look back.

However, she was stuck here, because she was nervous about suddenly walking out as well. Worried about what the hell would happen to her. She looked around and held back a sigh. Kate supposed it was her turn to declare she was a sexy beast.

She stepped forward and began to speak...

" My name is Kate McHallin, my life is a cliche', I'm the captain of the cheer squad, I date the captain of the foot ball team, I'm a rich bitch, and I'm more than willing to kick anyone's ass. And..." Yeah, there was a pause. Did she really have to strike a pose and yell this out. A smirk grew on Kate's lips and she tossed her hair over her shoulder while cocking a hip out in a model like pose.

"I'm a sexy beast."

She didn't scream it out, she almost purred it out. Looking at Adrian, concentrating on him and not the weird ass teacher. But she stepped back quickly and waited for what was to happen next.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah booked it into the change room long after everyone had already come and gone from the room and were already in the pool area. Muttering to herself about 'traffic' and 'morons' and 'starbucks-flavoured-yuppie-jerkwads-with-their-heads-up-their-asses-so-far-they-could-taste-their-own-insignifigance' and so forth. She was still groggy from sleeping in, mad about hardly being able to FIND the friggin' school in such a state, and missing her morning Jolt, she was not thinking clearly. In short, Delilah had not had her morning Jolt and was not in a good mood. Nor was she in a productive enough mood to notice that she was changing into a sheer bathing suit...

until she caught a look at herself in the mirror.

"What in thE NAME OF JESUS-CHIRST-OUT-OF-HELL-MOTHER-OF-GOD-WHATAMIWEARINGAAAGGHHHH?!"

Halfway between tearing the damn thing off and covering herself up with her hoodie- tying it about her waist-, she stormed into the pool area to look for the teacher responsible. She would give that asshole and earful, oh-youbetcha she would, that's what the Black family did best after all. But as her feet began to feel chill against the tiles under her, she started to wonder, as awarenes began to set in. What teacher in their right mind would take the studenst swimming first?...why the hell didn't she-Delilah-comprehend that they would be swimming -an act Delilah could not perform at all- until just now? And the sheer bathing suits? What kind of sick, perverted chronic masturbator was hired for this class?

"So... I've introduced myself. We'll worry about the other details later, academically speaking and focus on the main event,"

huh... She thought to herself idly as she turnd another corner, trying not to skid on the slippery floor. Delilah slowed her pace to hear without being initially seen. That voice sounds strangely familliar...

"State your first and last name, say a few things about yourself WITH INCREDIBLE ENTHUSIASM---" Now that REALLY sounded familliar. "AND ANNOUNCE TO THE CLASS THAT YOU ARE A SEXY BEAST. WITH PRIDE AND A POSE! I'll go first. =3"

Delila's large almond shaped eyes went as wide as saucers. She stopped almost dead in her tracks as her heart skipped a beat before resuming it's course, pounding away behind her ribcage. No, nononono, he's all the way back in Long Beach, i can't be him, GOD please let it not be him, if you are a merciful God, you will not subject me to-

"HELLO CLASS, MY NAME IS MR. WINKLEWOOD. I LIKE RAPING CHILDREN. MR. ROGERS WAS ONE OF MY IDOLS. YES LADIES---AND GENTLEMEN. IT'S REAL. =D!? I HOPE WE ALL HAVE A TON OF FUN HERE."

"Oh FFFFFFFFF---"

"AND I AM A SEXY BEAST!"

She rounded the corner just in time to see the estranged and libido ridden teacher strike a pose and point dramatically at his students (with both appendages).

"GO!"

She stood there, dumbstruck, while the other students reluctantly introduced themselves. Oh God, he was in San Francisco. Oh GOD. HE. WAS IN. SAN FRAN-FUCKING-CISCO. So, when her turn came, instead of saying her name Delilah finally came to her senses and shouted;

"Oh, FUCK NO!

without really thinking that she was yelling and that pools are more often than not, acoustic. As usual, she was not the semblance of tact. Not this early in the morning. That was just Delilah's way. She was shaking her head in a definitive gesture of unacceptance that was uncommon for the young mechanic.

"Ooooh no no nononoNONONONONO, GODDAMMIT, NO!" she jabbed an accusing finger at the grinning teacher, half confused and half enraged. "I'm NOT falling for this again, noooo way, not this time, you FORGET IT Winklewood, I am NOT, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT coming within FIFTY FEET OF YOU IN THIS...THIS... she gestured at her swimsuit. "THING with THAT--" here, she pointed to the pool, "--or THAT--" and pointed again at the rather conspicous bulge that was Winklewood. "--EVER!!" With that she moved to the bleachers, took her hoodie off from around her waist and pulled it over her head defiantly while continuing to mutter 'never ever ever' under her breath.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sara seemed to not want to do what Mr. winklewood wanted. Then she turned around and did it anyways. Oh well. Sylar guessed if she could do it then he could do. He stood up quickly.

“Hi. The name’s Sylar. I will fight anyone who tries to start something. I’M A SEXY BEAST!!!!”

Sylar sat back down next to Sara. He saw the position she had taken up and tried to comfort her. If she allowed him to she would move her and wrap his arms around her to show a sign of defense. That he would protect her from him. What was wrong with him anyways? He seemed to be a normal enough teacher from what Sylar had been through, and he has been through a lot. Oh well, only time will tell.

[Mr. Winklewood]

OOC: I love how Mr. Winklewood hasn't even done anything yet (aside from the swimming wear), and already over half the class thinks he's a pervert (I.E. ...Be careful of meta-gaming, dearies... ^_~. "Break" and Adrian looked one of the few to actually play off the situation relatively realistically, and only about Emily, Delilah, and maybe Matrim and Sara have the right to really be defensive... Anyways, yeah, reputation probably precedes, but shame, shame! So little variety otherwise! *wags finger*

Remember, in this thread, EXP isn't distributed by how well informed or how well you perform in the class IC-wise, but how you RP!

Also, pardon the large re-iteration, but doing so to try and establish the ongoings of what happened when and where in a large summary-esque manner. If it gets particularly annoying... Well, lemme know. I'll adjust as needed. And... the girl who is unconcious? That would be Emi Hitokita, who unfortunetely decided/had to leave us for personal reasons. This is a moment for your characters to shine. Show me your strength as RPers!

WARM-UPS! GOOD STRETCHING! =D!?
...Oh Shi-

"Oh FFFFFFFFF---"

Lol, wat?

"Me?"

The look of confusion and bewilderment on his face was adorable. The way how the Asian boy just sort of stood there, pointing his finger at his face, the Italian fought the urge to grab hold of his wrist and shove the finger a few inches further into his throat with vigorious back-and-forth motion.

"I'm Ryuu Hikari, I play guitar, and I like running track and field and swimming," the Italian would nod, energetically putting himself back into a prim-n'-propa' standing position, both feet pointing away from each other at a ninety-degree angle, as he looked at the class, smiling with amusement and a grin of extreme enthusiasm. "... I'm a sexy beast!"

Reaching into his soaked back pocket, the teacher smiled, as he looked at Sexy Beast Ryuu, opening up a small lockbox, and pulling out an evidentally very dry-looking, small notebook from the inside, as his other hand went for a pen. Dropping the apparently water-proof lockbox onto the ground, he began writing into it vigorously, without even looking at it.

The thing was, most everyone else was a little more hesitant. Not that the Italian could blame them. After all, highschool had this large facade of a reputation to live up to, and what was cool to do and what wasn't. This was something forcing them all to---dare he think it?---have fun and mess around in a good mostly clean enviroment. The brown-haired, hazel-eyed girl who was slightly taller than Ryuu, was already seen to be a problem, whispering away. Then again, most of them were.

"Y'know..." he'd slightly smile at her with a sad looking tilt to his brows as he attempted to interrupt the whisper-fest, "This isn't just for me to poke fun at you all. I'm also trying to learn your names here, y'know so I can stalk you all later---"---Wait a minute. Taking a double-take at who the girl the brown-haired was whispering to, well... her hair was white, but as she stepped forward with a "Matte nasai!" Mr. Winklewood was pretty sure that one of the few who had apparently come with pre-emptive preparedness in terms of a swimsuit, he'd---

"I am a transfer from Public High School Number two-five-nine! Emily delos Santos!"



"... and I am a sexy beast!"

YES, IT WAS. =D!?

"uh... and I like to swim, draw and... play the piano, I guess.."

"HEYYYY! Welcome back Emily! Didn't think I'd see you again after ejaculating on your knees. Welcome, welcome!" he'd wave ferenzically at her with his right hand. Oh, yes, Miss Santos. He'd used to refer to her as "Japanese Girl #1" or something, since it was just so overcrowded with Asians, the last time they'd been together in class. Calming down, he smiled, nodding approvingly at her actions. Really heartening to see and old student having grown so much, though the white hair was a curiosity. Perhaps a little too much excitement with a few boys and permanent stains? Not that he knew of semen to stain hair that badly...

Ignoring a fellow who had decided to make this into social time to flirt with girls, Mr. Winklewood turned his direction to "My name's Adrian."

...

Well helloooooo Mr. Adrian. =D!?

"I used to go a private school, but I got kicked out for being waaaay too awesome to be contained there. I moved from the dump known as Two-Five-Nine to this Fine Establishment, and I've got one sick coat," throwing his arms up, using a loud commanding voice, and looking about with an air of dominance... A boy with no shame. Mr. Winklewood liked that and his penis in his students. In the bedroom, if at all possible.

"And of course, last, but not least...."

"I AM A SEXY BEAST!"

[/b]

Flexing and all that good stuff. The boy just needed some oil, and a few more women trying to choke his arms, legs, waist, etcetera, and he'd be Adonis or summat. Laughing, the Italian shook his head as he began scribbling away, turning his attention onward to[/i] "I'm Gabriel Seran, and heres a bit of a surprise for you."

...What the hell?

For once, the teacher's smile fell, as he saw the obviously fake smile accompanied by the artificial limb. A mixture of pity, perhaps conjoined with a newfound fetish struck the teacher. "I am a Sexy Beast!"

Gah. A downer. Regardless, the teacher began making his own notes as per usual. Hah, small, but a large class to do the same process over and over again. Was getting a bit repetitive.

Oh. A cripple! He loved cripples! So easy to take advantage of and rape with the right tools.

And a rake.

"I'm Sara... and I'll kill you if you come near me..."

...?

D= Why so hostile? Though, he had to admit the defesive little girl was kinda---"And... something... about a sexy beast..."

...

KYUUUUUUUUUUUTTTEEEEEEEEEEE

He practically came in his pants.

...

Oh wait, he did. That would explain the apparent puddle about him. Then again, it'd been growing progessively larger the past few minutes with all these introductions anyways.

"I AM THE SEXIEST BEAST!"

---Whoa. Completely broke the thought bubble here. The boy certainly knew how to get the attention, though. He could admire that.

"I love music and the outdoors, really I just like everything, my saying is try everything once, twice if you like it"

It was like that feeling of Christmas morning. In his pants. Specifically in the crotch region. God, he loved to teach students... Just so willing and experimental! Joining in his laughter, Mr. Winklewood decidedly caught up with all his notes... double checking them, before what looked like Mr. Grumpy stepped forward. "Alright then, Dad," as Mr. Winklewood shat in his pants.

Twice. Maybe even began foaming in the mouth a little.

"My name is Matrim Gallagher, I have a criminal record, I am the current School Captain, I am a shitty marksman and lastly but not least......"

"...AND I AM A SEXY BEAST!!!"

Unwilling. But still went up to the teacher's expectations. While the body language was ever-to-painfully obvious, it was only a certainty that at least the boy knew how obey and be a good student. And for that, he had Mr. Winklewood's respect, nodding with an understanding smile. Even brought a tear to his eye. "Well said, my son. Well said."

---" My name is Kate McHallin, my life is a cliche', I'm the captain of the cheer squad, I date the captain of the foot ball team, I'm a rich bitch, and I'm more than willing to kick anyone's ass. And..."

...What... the...

"I'm a sexy beast."

...

"...Holy fuck," was to be one of Mr. Winklewood's rare outloud moments of profanity usage. So stunned was the teacher that he kinda just slouched forward, eyes open in an almost googly-eyed fashion, not even able to ejaculate unconciously. Saw the way she was eyeing Mr. Adrian, though, and he really could blame either of them. But damn. And damn. Suddenly breaking into a slow, subtle laughter, and still holding his small notebook and pen, he put his fists on his hips, leaning backwards, letting his laughter grow.

"...Honestly. Don't do that again, I'll get a heart attack or jump you on the spot." Looking more at her piece of eye-candy, though, he'd shake his head. "You, my friend, have a freaking tigress on your hands. Lucky bastard..." A small drop in professionalism, but whatever. Anyways.

"Oh, FUCK NO!

---Was that Delil---

"Ooooh no no nononoNONONONONO, GODDAMMIT, NO!"

...Yep. Waving ferenzically at her, now, all smiles, he---

"I'm NOT falling for this again, noooo way, not this time, you FORGET IT Winklewood, I am NOT, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT coming within FIFTY FEET OF YOU IN THIS...THIS..."

What was wrong with the swimsuit? =D!?

"THING with THAT--"

...The pool was perfectly sanitized, he wanted to say---

"--or THAT--"

Was something wrong with his pants aside from her not being in it?

"--EVER!!"

"...Good to see you too... Delilah... ;..." Not like he could say anything else, as he was caught in a slightly awkward position with them all. Ah well. Just smiled and waved, letting her go off into her corner on the bleachers. Oh... he'd get to her soon enough. Soon enough.

“Hi. The name’s Sylar. I will fight anyone who tries to start something. I’M A SEXY BEAST!!!!”

"YOU MOST CERTAINLY ARE," responding with as much energy back. At least glad to have one of the three quiet ones speak up.

He waited for a moment. "Well then..." No?---Oh... crap... Looked like one of the students kinda... "CRAP, GANGWAY!" Running to catch the fainting Japanese, bicep at the neck and other arm beneath the thighs, he gently hefted her up. "Hey... hey, can you hear me? Are you al---...Christ... what a fever..." Putting his hand on her forehead in an awkward manner. Looking up he realized that it would be highly impractical to leave the class in a large-area like this. And carrying her such a long distance when there were safer alternatives (like stretchers) to be had didn't sound too good... "I need to borrow three towels. There's a bucket in the metal janitor shed, to the left of the bleachers. Someone get that and fill it with water fountain water... Someone get back to the locker and get your cellphone. Everyone who is helping me, follow me."

Turning around slowly to give care to the unconcious girl's body, he'd look at a certain couple. "You two, Kate, Adrian. Lead the stretches for everyone else. I want a whole minute of a flamingo with both legs, touch the toes for three minutes, thirty proper-push-ups, a hundred curl-ups, and then a light jog around the building. Kate, cheerleader captain? Please throw in about five more other stretches. Adrian? Make sure they do them properly."

He'd wait to see if any of them needed him to repeat what he said, but he spoke with a resounding clarity and order. Striding over to the corner of the wall, just behind the bleachers, and, provided that about three people had offered their towels up, he'd look down at the ground. "Please spread it on the ground," considering his arms were full. He'd then take (if availble) the second dry towel and put it over the girl, like a blanket. And if the person had come by this time with a bucket full of water, he'd take the third one, fold it several times, and use it to put it over the girl's forehead. Provided that a person had come with a cellphone, he'd then give the school's nurse's office, with the note of, "Please come to building D, A.S.A.P. with a stretcher. Highly feverish kid."

If none of the kids decided to do anything? He'd gently put the girl down in the place he had intended to, hurry to the boy's lockerroom, and get all the things he needed himself, and then cover and tend to the girl accordingly. If it was just a case that one of the students hadn't brought him one of the things he'd ask for, again, he'd rush to the lockerroom, provided the girl was properly situated. All the while, going with a persona of calm and control, a face of ordered concern, and a take of command in his aura overall.

He was a teacher overall. It was only right that he took proper care of his students without panicking them, wasn't it?

...Even if he was a little frightened as well...

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Mr. Winklewood's Notepad!

Sexy Beast Ryuu Hikari
-Plays Guitar
-Likes Running Track And Field
-Likes Swimming
-Japanese
-Gray Eyes
-Black Hair
-Looks Taller Than Average Asian
-To Rape List Addition

Sexy Beast Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos (Yup, still remember it!)
-Petite Girl
-Short (As Usual =D)
-White Hair?
-Never Could Get Her Ethnicity Down Without Checking
-Green Eyes
-Likes Swimming
-Likes Drawing
-Likes Playing Piano
-To Rape List Addition

Sexy Beast Adrian (Last Name?)
-Tallish
-Muscular
-Blue Eyes
-Blond Hair
-Got Kicked Out Of Private School
-Large Ego
-Has A Coat With Failing Health (lol?)
-To-Rape List Addition

Sexy Beast Gabriel Seran
-Tall
-Green (Swear Someone Planted Emerald Stones For Pupils)
-Dark Brown Hair
-Emo?
-Brave Face Type
-Artificial Metal Arm
-Subtle But Dramatic
-Sarcastic/Insincere Type?
-Bad Day, Needs Happy Ending? =D?
-To-Rape List Addition

Sexy Beast Sara (Last Name?)
-Hostile
-Cute
-Cute
-Cute
-I will rape her with her own crutch
-Cute
-Cute
-Cute
-[The Words Here Appear To Be Smeared Out With Some Sort Of White, Sticky Substance...]

SEXIEST BEAST (LOL, NAME?)
-Loves Music
-Loves Outdoors
-LIKES EVERYTHING!? EVERYTHING!? =D!?
-"Try everything once, twice if you like it" (I FUCKIN' LOVE THIS KID SEXUALLY)
-Average Height
-Good Humor
-Blue Eyes (Might Even Say Its Kinda Like Some Kind Of Fantastical Moon Hue, Lol)
-Blond Hair
-IT IS NOT EVEN A QUESTION OF IF I WILL VIOLATE HIM VIOLENTLY, BUT AS TO THE "WHEN"

Sexy Beast Matrim Gallagher
-School Captain
-Has A Criminal Record
-Honest
-Shitty Marksmen? (Guns, Arrows, Or His Fish Don't Swim Upstream?
-Unwilling But Capable
-Strong
-Tallest?
-Brown Hair
-Blue Eyes
-To-Rape List Addition

Tigress Kate McHallin
-Idon'tcareaboutanyotherthingreallyrightnowbutIsimplymustgetinathreewaywithherandAdrian

Sexy Beast Delilah A. Black
-...lol
-Same as ever?
-GONNARAPEGONNARAPEGONNARAPE

Sexy Beast Sylar
-"Cool" Kid
-Fighter Not A Lover (A Fighter Is Fine Too...)
-Mister McFlirtFlirt
-Kinda Disrespectful, Not A Good First Impression
-Average Height
-Red-To-Black Eyes? (Interesting Birth Trait...)
-Black Hair
-At Least Good Effort?
-To-Rape List Addition

THE UNSPOKEN SEXY BEASTRESS?
-Kinda Short
-Kinda Cute
-Kinda Need To Rape

[Olesya]

The introductions throughout the classroom-pool-area varied, though she had to admit that they kind of made her laugh despite the uncomfortableness of her swimsuit. Emily went all out with gestures and everything, and that made the ex-pillar feel a little bit better. Emily had always been more reserved that she was, and if she felt comfortable enough to introduce herself properly, it was fine right? After all, she didn't exactly know how Mr. Winklewood was, all she had heard was stories floating about the halls back at 259. Should she be so quick to judge?

He smiled just a little too broadly.

Anyway, everyone basically went through their introductions, though as Olesya was about to speak up, a firl marched in and yelled at him, saying she wasn't going to come anywhere near the pool or him. Strange much? The teacher seemed to know her by name, Delilah (what a pretty name! It reminded her of her bass, Lilah.), who marched right over to the bleachers and puller her hoodie over her head.

That was a little awkward...Les frowned slightly.

Besides her, the only other really hostile person was the other girl, Sara. Very violent, and she was certain by her tone that she would probably follow through with her threats. That off-set her a bit too, and she made a mental note not to swim too close to her, otherwise she may lose her head.

Everyone else made their introductions, and Olesya opened her mouth to speak-

"CRAP, GANGWAY!"

Huh?!

The teacher shot forward to catch a fainting student, and seemed to instantly switch into crisis mode. Olesya recognized this, and was impressed with how well he was handling the situation.

"I need to borrow three towels. There's a bucket in the metal janitor shed, to the left of the bleachers. Someone get that and fill it with water fountain water... Someone get back to the locker and get your cellphone. Everyone who is helping me, follow me."

Without hesitating, Olesya removed her towel from her waist, stepping up to the teacher and the fallen student and offering it up to help her. After all, she couldn't just stand there, that girl looked really sick.

"Please spread it on the ground,"

She spread the towel on the ground beneath where the teacher was holding the girl aloft so he could set her down. She glanced about to the rest of the students, seeing whether she needed to go grab her cellphone to call the office, or if the other students were stepping in to help as well.

The rest of his instructions to Kate and Adrian were lost on her, she wasn't intending to stretch just yet since she was helping out the fallen student. If anything, they could repeat them to her later, or she could just follow along once things were settled.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar didn’t feel like leaving Sara but he had to help the poor student. Quickly he grabbed his towel and threw it next to the girl helping out before he ran to his locker. Quickly he broke off the lock. No time to try and get his lock off. What a waste. Grabbing his phone he quickly ran back to where the teacher was. He got a note from the teacher and the school nurses’ number. Quickly Sylar dialed.

Ring…. Ring… Ring…

Finally

“This is the school nurse’s office. How may I…”

"No time for intro’s maim. Please come to building D, A.S.A.P. with a stretcher. Highly feverish kid. Fainted so hurry.”

Sylar would then kneel down next to the student and see if they needed anymore help. He couldn’t give a damn about the stretches at the moment. He just wanted to help the kid.