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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on May 6, 2009 18:26:43 GMT -5
The sexiest beast was always one to help when people where down. He watched the teacher catch the girl, he was really fast, good to remember probably... he seemed a little... off... so Victor ran to the janitor closet not particularly wanting to do stretches, not because of difficulty but rather laziness and found the metal bucket. He pulled it out and filled it with water from the drinking fountain near by. Pool water wouldn't have done well he imagined. He ran back not missing a beat or spilling a drop and handed the bucket to the teacher, more or less placing it down next to him.
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Delilah A. Black
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 6, 2009 19:03:24 GMT -5
(OOC/Edit No. 2: If there is an established post order I'm not following, I apologise in advance. You may delete this post and I will repost it when it is my turn. Sorry for the inconvenienceI'm leaving my old post up for proprieties/dignities sake (I have an ego, you see) and I don't want the 900+ words to go to waste. However, the real post is below. Sorry if this inconvenices you in anyway, Mikeh D: )[/s][/center] (OOC/EDIT: GODDAMMIT! D= This is why I leave my posts below a thousand words (usually). I'll edit this tomorrow, as I have to leave. If this inconveniences anyone, lets just summarize and say Delilah is still sitting on the bleachers, watching passively)[/quote] "...Good to see you too... Delilah...  ;...""Bite me!" she growled from her brooding position on the bleachers, realizing too late that the statement was probably tempting fate. Delilah watched the class finish their 'sexy beast' routine, all the while shooting daggers at Winklewood with her eyes. She lifted her white legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Was SHE the only one who noticed that the puddle at his feet was still growing, being fed by moisture...that wasn't pool water?! Muttering darkly to herself, Delilah observed the rest of the class. A few of them she knew. She even took the time to smile shyly at Emily and Gabriel, her fellow members in Militia. The others she observed with quiet alertness, keeping an eye on the teacher all the while. The brunette standing by Emily was frowning Probably at Winklewood she thought (without considering even for a second that her own behaviour might have been considered strange), the muscular guy who had named himself as Adrian, who got himself kicked out of private school ( I know what that's like, She allowed herself an appreciative smirk) was looking...muscular...everyone else just kind of breezed past her feild of vision. All the facial expressions looked the same to her. Except for the guy who actually called Winklewood 'Dad', assuming he was still grinning. Dear sweet Jesus, she hoped he knew who he was dealing with... "CRAP, GANGWAY!" Delilah reacted as Mr. Winklewood ran forward, her legs shifting from her chest to the ground quickly, gripping the pool tiles with her toes. It wasn't until she saw that Winklewood was holding a girl...who looked pretty sick. Winklewood looked...holy hell, he looked like a teacher for a change. All serious and concerned, more than a little worried...an interesting change. Delilah almost bought it. Almost. This routine may be completely genuine, but she'd had a few run ins with the teacher (one involving her good friend Arim), and one, in her mind, was enough to know that any time Winklewood was in the vicinity, someone was gonna get jizzed on. ...or, he would violate a dead body or something. Like AP Social. Delilah supressed a shiver. "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."
Delilah looked to her left and indeed noticed the metal janitorial shed. She looked back to the worsening situation and frowned. Despite her vehemence to not be anywhere in the vicinity of Winklewood, it might be prudent to help where she could. She began to rise to a standing position when a guy from the group - The self-proclaimed 'Sexiest Beast', she noted with a skeptical arch of her brow- raced past her and too the shed. Shrugging amicably, she settled back onto the bleachers, leaving her feet flat on the ground beneath her. Her hands were placed high up on her thighs, her back ramrod straight in a position of readiness. She would react when she was needed, no sooner, no later. In the meantime, she would not participate in the stretching. Despite the teachers impressive and dramatic change of face, she was still very suspicious. She had also vowed to come nowhere near the teacher or the pool in that ridiculous bathing suit, and she intended to keep that oath, as insolemn as it might have been. Delilah Adele Black never went back on her word, after all.
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Post by Ryuu on May 6, 2009 22:18:58 GMT -5
Ryuu smiled slightly when Emily made her introduction, Sailor Moon. He remembered when Kyoko watched that show when they were younger, he never really understood why she loved that show so much. Everyone then made their introductions, most of them varying, which admittedly, made Ryuu laugh inwardly. He however, knew diddly squat about Mr. Winklewood's reputation at 259, so he just assumed the teacher was enthusiastic... very enthusiastic about his job. The sound of yelling however, interrupted the introductions, as Ryuu turned his head and looked behind him and saw it was a girl who seemed to know Mr. Winklewood, shouting that she wasn't coming near him or the pool, before marching straight to the bleachers and pulled the hoodie she was wearing over her head. And he thought Sara was crazy, this girl, Delilah he believed her name was, according to Mr. Winklewood, took crazy to a whole another level. The introductions than continued, as Ryuu made note of the names of the people he didn't know, but before the girl who was standing behind Emily could even speak, she was interrupted.
"CRAP, GANGWAY!" What the...? Ryuu watched in mild surprise as Mr. Winklewood shot forward, barreling forward and managing to catch... "Emi!?" Ryuu cried out, as he ran to her side. "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." Ryuu stepped back, and grabbed his towel that he had left on the pool lounge chair and followed "Break" along with the other girl with brown hair and Sylar, and handed it to Mr. Winklewood, who covered Emi with it like a blanket. Ryuu stood beside her, as he looked down at her, concern in his eyes. It's not that Ryuu didn't want to do stretches, seeing as he was wearing a pair of long black board shorts, but Emi was his girlfriend, and he wasn't about to leave her, not when she was like this just to see some of the girls stretch in white opaque swimsuits. That was the last thing on his mind.
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Post by Kate on May 7, 2009 2:25:06 GMT -5
A lot was going on all out once. The teacher was staring at her, like a normal man. Which was normal. So Kate was just fine with life, even if he was staring at her like a piece of candy or something. However, things proceeded along... including a freak out from one of the students that made the blonde convinced that the female was a nut job. They happened at school, people lost it do to stress.
And speaking of stress, someone else fainted. That's right. The girl just passed out in the middle of the class. Both of Kate's eyebrows rose because this class was getting weirder and weirder. The teacher rattled off a list of things that he wanted herself and Adrian to do.
In fact, Kate and Adrian were supposed to lead the rest of the class in 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. Throwing in five more stretches.
So without a further wait, the blonde stepped forward and turned to the class. She was use to bossing people around with all sorts of different aspects of her life. Kate smiled at the group of kids with a shrug, and began the first stretch; said flamingo starting with the left leg.
"Let's get going guys. Sooner we get this done, the sooner we get to swim."
And Kate would lead them through the flamingo stretches, followed by the touching of the toes. However, she'd throw a new stretch here. Sitting on the ground, crossing one leg over the other, and twisting the torso the other way. Both sides for a few times. Hopefully they would follow along.
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Post by seishounohana on May 7, 2009 3:54:14 GMT -5
Okay, since I play the school nurse here/doctor on 42... I'll NPC Layla here, kay? Sorry if it goes against any plans of yours, Mikey. I'll edit if you PM me. O:Oh, did he really have to remind her of that? Yes, he did ejaculate on her knees. Oh, why did she let herself stay in this class? A few more introductions and then something happened: Emi Hitokata fainted. She wouldn't blame her for passing out, this was Winklewood that they were dealing with here. So far though, he seemed to be a little more tame than the last time she was at a class with him. She didn't know what to think of it; calm before a storm, maybe? Oh, Emily didn't want to think about it. Emily walked over towards the group helping Emi. Apparently, Winklewood knew a bit about managing a fever, but it was incomplete. Urgh, why did she take that oath? Shrugging, she squeezed Ryuu's shoulders and mentioned for him to get back to the rest to stretch. "I've got medical training. I'll deal with this. Don't worry about Emi, go to Kate and do your stretches."
"We've got to cool her temperature down. Did someone call the nurse already?" She looked around, seeing a student calling from his phone. That was well appreciated. Emily ran her hand by cold water (to cool it down to a normal temperature, considering that her own temperature was mostly abnormal herself) before placing it by Emi's neck. "She's really febrile. I'm going to need cool water, stat."
Uh oh, she's speaking Medical terms. Emily began checking her pulse and breathing, it seemed to be slightly elevated but quite normal. She probably just had a bad case of the flu. Oh god, what if this was swine flu? No need for an n95 mask now, that'd need all of them to take a vaccine within the week. This wasn't funny. Emily ran to her bag, taking her own towel (luckily, she had another one) and dropped it into the cool fountain water. If it wasn't so sunny, then maybe the pool water would've done better, actually. She squeezed the water from the towel and laid the still dripping wet towel on top of Emi. Warmth was not the target here, but rather to help disperse the heat. The cold towel would help cool the air around Emi, at least. Emily stood up, there was nothing much more she can do. "She may have to be taken home right away, her temperature suggests an infection but we can't really say if it's bacterial or viral right now." Oh god, if it was viral... "Let's not hope it's not viral." She said, looking around. "Dr. Clavering should be here--.""Now, my dear." The blonde doctor came in a wheelchair, cosplaying as usual. Alone, apparently. Emily was usually the one who gave help to the doctor, but she had been too busy with other things like work. The doctor promptly stood up, and gave way. Emily nodded and took her fellow student onto her arms and placed her by the wheelchair, towels and all. "My apologies for the wait, Mister Winklewood.""You may resume your class. Ask one of your students to bring her belongings to the clinic after your class. Okay, Ellis?" The Biology teacher-turned-School Doctor winked at her fellow faculty before turning around to bring Emi to the clinic. Uh, Layla? What was that for? Oh well, maybe impressed at how Winklewood seemed to care for this patient? It was interesting, though Layla would never really find out for sure, as she finally left the pool grounds and headed off to the clinic. Emily sighed. Now that it was over, she walked over to kate and began doing her share of stretches, hoping to God she wouldn't get a cramp. She glanced at Winklewood though, has he changed? He seemed to be a bit more empathetic towards his students now rather than perverted. How strange.
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Post by Sara Quinn on May 7, 2009 22:35:52 GMT -5
As soon as the girl fainted, Sara wanted to leave. With one girl freaking out, and another fainting, this was getting weird. Really weird. And the teacher was actually concerned? That was... Weird. No. Sara wanted nothing to do with the girl. Not much she could do anyways. She hadn't thought to bring the towel with her, and she couldn't walk anyways. So she moved out of the way, watching the scene.
"Let's get going guys. Sooner we get this done, the sooner we get to swim."
Sara cocked her hip, leaning heavily on the crutch. "And just how am I supposed to do that?" Maybe she would just get sent out of the class =D? That would be kind of cool. But Sara liked swimming. She would be able to swim. Well... doggypaddle... Nothing to major. But the stretches were going to be a little hard. Without waiting for a response, she turned and made her way back to the wall. She leaned against it to wait for the stretches to be done. She wasn't able to participate. What could she do about it?
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Post by Gabriel Seran on May 9, 2009 1:37:04 GMT -5
Gabriel corked a grin noticing the teachers acute attention to detail based upon each of his replies. Gabriel's eyes traced every relationship and loose tie within the room, each weakness and each strength. To win he needed to be the best and prove his worth and stooping to a low level to reach that goal he would not only bolster his power but spark that appearance of formlessness to their minds.
*swoosh*
Apparently the pressure of the place was becoming difficult for those to handle as one of the girl's collapsed. Gabriel paid little notion to it knowing a crowd would only make things worse rather he headed over by Sara. That was till he heard the directions. Follow Adrian and Kate? Gabriel shrugged, reminding himself it was simply a warm up and defiance would only get him into a difficult situation. Best to move with the current till the waters ran shallow then turn upstream with the speed at your back and the control at your hands.
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Matrim Gallagher
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on May 9, 2009 5:34:55 GMT -5
Emi seemed to feint, which Matrim was concerned about but there really wasn't much he could do. And seeing as Ryuu was most likely going to go with his girlfriend Matrim thought it was best to stay out of their way. After all why butt into the affairs of others? Sure he liked Emi well enough but seriously there wasn't anything he could do. He had faith that the school Dr. lady would be able to get the job done no matter how weirdly she dressed. After all she seemed to know a lot about Matrim's problems when he was asking her how to detox. Emily helped a lot too, so he knew she would definitely be a big help to the girl.
Come to think of it... Emi doesn't like Emily. I wonder why that is...... oh well. probably something to do with Ryuu.
Matrim memorized the work out that Winklewood wanted them to do, and while Kate was supposed to get her leader on, Matrim didn't follow anyone. He was doing his stretches to his own pace, stretching his hands out to his feet and getting nice and stretched. He was a little uncomfortable with the whole being in a speedo thing while bending over to touch his toes but who cares? After three minutes he decided to break away from the rest of the group and go his own way.
Matrim took a couple steps back and fell forward onto his palms as he spread his hands to about shoulders distance apart. He began knocking out some push ups, making sure to get the chest nice and low to the ground, keeping his body stiff as a board as he pushed all the way up and all the way down. With each repetition he breathed in loudly, and breathed out the same. He used the breath to fuel his push ups, losing count somewhere in the twenties he just decided to keep going a bit until he was absolutely certain he had knocked thirty of them out.
Getting done with that he made his way to a wall where he sat down and placed the tips of his toes against the edge of the wall. His arms crossed over his chest as he laid back on the ground looking at the high up ceiling of the pool area, he took a deep breath through his nose as he rose up, and began to do the curl-ups. Matrim liked working out, but he did it on his own pace, his own rhythm, a faster tempo. In his head he counted along with each curl up he did, his eyes only blinking every few reps from the wind that dried his eyes out. Once Matrim reached one-hundred he began to jog out of the building and around it. Yes, barefoot. And yes, in a speedo.
It wasn't any worse than being naked right?
Matrim would enter the building once more after he had done a couple of slow laps around the building, and as he would enter he would await further instruction from Winklewood should he return.
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Post by Adrian on May 25, 2009 0:48:12 GMT -5
As one girl fainted, Winklewood quickly took charge, sending out orders amongst the students populated therein. The students answered willingly, moving to their assignments quickly and with minimal words or arguments. Adrian found that himself and Kate were to lead in the warmup exercises, something he was comfortable with doing. Kate quickly fell into step, heading into the approved stretches and even adding in some improvised sets. Adrian, meanwhile, took up the role of enforcer. As, while the students asked to help, did indeed help, all those who didn't apparently felt like following another student in a time of chaos was just so terribly horrifying beneath their macho and/or badass selves. Adrian shook his head, looking at all the students who refused to fall in line. First in line was the girl he had once met, one Delilah Black. He wondered if she knew him or even recognized him from that brief moment back in the 259 cafeteria. "Hey! Delilah!" he'd call out to her, likely getting her attention by recalling her name. "Get your ass down here and start these stretches! If you step in now, I won't tell Winklewood you were unwilling to hop in line, get me?!" As he yelled at her, Adrian walked forward, closing the distance between him and her. Finally within speaking distance, Adrian lowered his voice, using the double-edged style of first angry and raucous, and then understanding. "Look," he said, hoping that only she could hear him at this range. "Whatever your reasons to fear this guy, I'm not only understanding, but interested. However, do me a favor and hop into these stretches, at least? I won't force you to get in that pool if you don't want to. I'm only asking what I'm asking. Think about it." And with that, he turned, moving on to the next straggler, Sara Quinn. Adrian groaned at the sight of her complaining about not being able to participate. It seemed like the girl was using her crutch like... well, like a crutch, but in the more metaphorical way. Adrian tromped over to here, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. The two had made some sort of amends recently; however, Adrian still had no tolerance for things he deemed stupid, and Sara was exhibiting that nature at the moment. "If you're on crutches, Sara, what made you think it was a good idea to sign up for a physical education class?" Adrian began, putting emphasis on the words that obviously belied her physical condition. "Were you just interested in the experience?" (OOC: Har har  ) Adrian sighed and continued anyway. Once more with the angry-then-soft routine. He didn't even realize he was doing it this time. "Just play along as best you can, alright? I don't know if you can swim or not in your condition, but at least warm up however you can. You'll thank me when you're not getting all locked up in the middle of the water and need Winklewood over there to save you." Adrian smirked and shrugged, and turned to the last dissenter: Matrim Gallagher. However, Matrim had already finished a bit of his own personal workout, and decided to go run laps around the swimming pool instead. So Adrian followed him out, and started taking laps with him. He kept up with the boy's pace, as Matrim wasn't running his fastest, and kept with him for one whole lap. "Oooh, look at you, Mr. Big School Captain doesn't have to follow nobody's orders, does he?" Adrian said, only half-joking. Truth be told, Matrim was the type that everyone else followed, and if he felt like he didn't have to follow the rules, then nobody else would either, and over something so simple as following someone's lead in a stretching exercise? It was pretty childish, at least to Adrian. "Get your ass back in here and finish with us, Cap. For solidarity's sake, alright?" Adrian would speak the final words on the home stretch of his one lap, peeling off and coming back to the pool without waiting for a reply. Here, he would finish off the stretches alongside Kate, counting off the seconds and/or reps loudly to keep everyone in time or on the right track. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 26, 2009 13:02:04 GMT -5
((OOC: D: sorry Mikehz but I must repliez to this.))"Hey! Delilah!"
Delilah looked up from her brooding and raised her pierced eyebrow in acknowledgement. How did this guy know her na--Oh yeah, her expression cleared as she suddenly remembered the breif indicent with the salisbury steak in the 259 cafeteria with Emily and Zack. Her eyes narrowed a litle, though not out of hosility. Did he get a little less pretentious?
"Get your ass down here and start these stretches! If you step in now, I won't tell Winklewood you were unwilling to hop in line, get me?!"
She fowned a little and felt herself bristle indignantly. Was he threatening her? She forced her temper down as he approached. Delilah was pretty sure he wasn't a bad guy, at least she gathered that from her first impression of him. And isn't being a better person about giving second chances? This guy wasn't a bad ass when you met him after all, so you have no bad first impression. Maybe you're jumping the gun? Reminding herself of this, she silenced her internal thoughts and turned her attention to Adrian.
"Look, Whatever your reasons to fear this guy, I'm not only understanding, but interested. However, do me a favor and hop into these stretches, at least? I won't force you to get in that pool if you don't want to. I'm only asking what I'm asking. Think about it."
Her left eye twitched a little as he walked away. "I am not afraid of him." she muttered darkly. "I'm simply wary about being in his presance."
Same thing...
Oh, shut up.
At the same time, it WOULD be doing him a favor if she did, but she just wouldn't put herself at that kind of risk, being so near the teacher. After all, she had said she wouldn't, and until proven otherwise, she would continue to not be within a certain amount of feet of him. End of discussion. Of course, there is such a thing as middle ground.
Flipping her body around, Delilah placed her hands on the ground and rolled them into tight fists while bringing her feet pon the bleechers, propping her legs up with the balls of her feet and began doing deep pushups on her knuckles, sinking slowly and rising quickly. After about fifty of these, she would slip off the bleachers and begin doing ten sets of crunches and leg raises alternately until she reached fifty of each. She woudl then spull herself back onm the bleachers and absently stretch out her wrists with inside and outside wristlocks she practiced on herself. It might not have been exactly what Adrian or Mr. Winklewood wanted, but in Delilah's eyes, how it got done didn't matter as long as it got done.
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Jun 6, 2009 5:30:44 GMT -5
OOC: And after such a freakishly long wait...
---Btw. Emi can become conscious again if she so wishes or remain opted out. Feeling a bit lazy, but I'm impressed with how enthusiastic everyone was. Good character participation! So... skivving of on detail for a moment, before getting really back into it.
AND BACK TO GOOD OL WINKLEWOOD Things spiraled from there. Kate and Adrian began taking the lead, Emily took over all of the medical issues, and Layla waltzed in with that sweet-if-creepy sort of way, helping get the poor, little, unconscious Asian girl out of there. Either way, Mr. Winklewood just nodded and held his arms about his chest. Delilah was still off at the benches, exchanging some banter with Adrian, but ended up doing some of her own hackneyed version of stretches and workout warm-up. Either way, the Italian slowly looked around, surveying the scene, making sure everything was going smoothly and everything was going alright, the smile not quite just yet back on his face. Gently opening and closing his lips, mouthing off the names, annuciating the "Sexy Beast Adrian" and every other name... but something wasn't adding up. He was a pervert and he could easily get distracted, but he was still quite sharp, even for a teacher.
Reaching into his pocket, he whipped out the water-proof journal, whipping it lightly in the air for a moment, before letting his other hand catch the other edge of the journal relatively easily. His eyes flipped through all the notes he'd taken just prior to this incident, his eyes going up and down, checking each student off---Ahh... He'd found her. That girl (OOC: Olesya) hadn't spoken up.
The smile slowly formed on his face.
...Perhaps a little too widely.
*CLAP*
"Alright, thank you everyone for your help! Thank you Adrian and Kate for taking over and those that actually participated! ...And everyone who came to the poor girl's rescue," he'd add a little warmly with a strangely heartfelt, sincere smile. Pivoting about, with his feet together, to make sure all eyes were on him, looking at them all eye-to-eye to make sure they were paying attention, "Anyways, the girl will be just fine. Professor Layla's has had much worse cases to deal with, I assure you---But with all the shenanigans done with, let's resume class, shall we?"
CUE DRAMATIC POSE TOWARDS THE UNNAMED SEXY BEAST.
* ...In other words, his right hand was stabbed towards this girl, fingers all bunched up, arm completely straight, with the left arm angled at a forty-five degree angle and the hand also stabbed at her. The feet were in a forty-five by forty-five degree angle, parallel pointed at this unnamed girl.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF, SEXY BEAST!"
=D!?
...Literally one of those teacher "If you won't participate, I'll let it slide for now... But it'll come to bite you on the ass in a horrible manner" sorta things. Still, all with good humor, all with good humor. The girl could remain quiet, or if she spoke up, Mr. Winklewood would snap-to, heels clicking and touching at a forty-five degree angle, and elbows down at his sides, as his hands would be up, clapping rather enthusiastically for the girl, all broad smiling and twinkling eyes. Either way, as soon as that was all settled with and Mr. Winklewood was pleased or miffed, he would only continue on with the high energy, pointing with his *dramatic pose at the pool.
"EVERYONE IN THE WATER FULL OF APHRODISIACS!"
No. There wasn't actually aphrodisiacs in the pool.
Yet.
Of course, in the way that he said it, he literally meant they could cannon ball their way in if they so desired or whatnot.---But his eyes would linger onto the ones who seemed either reluctant, or more rather unable. For example... Sexy Beasts Gabriel, Sara (poor thing with her crutches), Delilah (for whatever reason), and... yeah, that was about it. Gabriel and Sara, he'd nod briefly towards, smiling kindly at them, pointing to the more shallow end, if they were still inclined, but his brow would raise at Delilah.
Walking over, he'd lean over, putting both his hands down on the bench, looking at her in the face, provided she'd let him in at such a close proximity.
"Hey... Can you please move your butt? Its okay if you don't like me, but its still a class, and I still have to grade you somehow."
However, he wouldn't give her the chance to claw at him or spit words at him at the point where he'd give her a response. He'd immediately back up, and kinda jump up, to slam his butt down onto the edge of the pool---and cringe at the painful crunch of the concrete smacking his rear into a tender pancake, his eyes watering full of masochistic pleasure.
Not helped by the fact that he nearly came buckets into the pool, watching as all that water made them all see-through.
Something about Public High Schools in America in general that made everyone look some fit. Maybe it was because of all of the fighting---Would make sense in Ellis' mind.
Once the orgasmicly amazing pain had subsided, he'd look down at all of them, provided they were all in the pool. If not, then he'd plant his arm behind him, to also look at the ones who wouldn't and/or couldn't participate.
"Alright. Now then... since this is the first class, I'll have to baby this down into the beginning bits of floating and treading water---Unless you all think you're up for what my Sexy Beast swimming partner Steven says is some SWIMMING... How about, 'SEXIEST BEAST'? You up for some SWIMMING? =D!?" he'd say, looking homosexually at "Sexiest Beast" winking very strangely with his tongue going about his lips.
"Hands up! Hands up! Who wants to do some SWIMMING?"
"SWIMMING?"
"SWIMMING?"
"GETTING HUGE"
"SWIMMING?"
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=D!?
"SWIMMING?"
=D!? OOC: Paying homage to a man I've only met a few times and ever so briefly, but who I've fallen in love with instantly. Sexually.
Anyways, sorry again for taking so long! And for basically a really crappy post, but pending on what happens from here, we might get some real action-y based posts and a lot of SWIMMING done with all the perverted bits in between and a lot of involvement from you guys ^_^. Thanks to all of you who are sticking with this thread to the end and to those who are quitting, I truly apologize, but I understand.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 6, 2009 12:46:04 GMT -5
(OOC: oh steven... I love him)
One thing rang true. besides the nonsense, the creepy sexual looks, the way he ran his class with such an... understanding of the teenage mind, like the man hadn't ever grown up himself, beside all of that, this guy clearly really liked...
SWIMMING[/u]
or something to that affect, but victor was pleased by the teachers enthusiasm, he seemed a little... well, overzealous about the whole thing, but all in all, he seemed like a really cool guy, and pretty funny too. He was walking toward the pool, his feet making small splish sounds across the wet floors as he came to the edge, he looked in at the calm waters, and then the teacher pointed him out with all the enthusiasm in the world. though victor didn't look directly at the teacher when he was called, so he probably missed something important about the man's facial expression at the time
and with that same enthusiasm victor smiled wide, his blue eyes shining in the light. "SWIMMING!" he cried, like a battlecry as he took a step back to lunge high into the air in an arc for a masterful swan dive into the pool. The little speedo held tight, and smooth, and break could feel the water in a whole different way than he had ever before. he naturally had very little hair on his legs, and none on his chest (hell he was still 16 and blonde) he surfaced treading water easily, waiting for all the rest of the class to get into the pool. his faux hawk had died, and now his hair was laid flat across his head, though it simply looked a little more charming that way than sexy. usually break was not big on the whole, "participating in class thing" but physical education was something he really enjoyed, and so he took it with a genuine smile.
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Post by Kate on Jun 6, 2009 23:01:41 GMT -5
Well, when the teacher wanted to make a point, he certainly did. The blonde stopped what stretches she was having them do and turned to look at the man who was in charge of all of them. Her head tilted to the side, that blonde hair of hers slithering along her shoulders. The man stated to get in the pool, so can you guess what Kate did? That's right, she got into the pool.
The blonde walked to the edge and primly sat on the edge before sliding almost silently into the pool. The pale girl made sure to dunk her head under the water and brace herself for the sudden chill. Even with indoor pools, the water was just a tad colder than room temp, or body temp. There was no getting around that shit. Would have been nice however. Kate almost laughed as the teacher began to yell about swimming. Did he really like his job? He must have with the way he was reacting to everything!!!
Her hand shot up. Kate did not need to be taught how to float and tread water. Instead she was rather good at swimming and enjoyed it well. The blonde was grinning from ear to ear as she was treading water where she was.
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Post by Ryuu on Jun 8, 2009 4:52:03 GMT -5
Ryuu's head whipped around to look behind him as he felt his shoulders being squeezed, only to see it was Emily, who told him she had medical training and that she would deal with this, as he looked at her, before nodding his head, giving Emi one long last look before he straightened up and turned around, and walked past Emily, speaking to her as he passed by. "I'm leaving her in your capable hands, until the nurse comes." He said quietly, as he headed back to the area where Kate and Adrian were leading the class in stretches. He began to do his share of the stretches, now more than ever thankful that he was wearing his long black board shorts, instead of the swimsuits provided, courtesy of one Mr. Winklewood. As he began to do his push-ups, he was unwittingly flexing his muscular arms with each repetition, he saw from the corner of his eye Emily join in the stretches, as he looked over at her and gave her a small smile, before finishing his push-ups.
Standing up, he then waited for Emily before he headed out of the pool building, and began his jog around the building, running with her. "Thanks Emily... For taking care of Emi." Ryuu said quietly, as he ran at a reasonable pace, not too fast, not too slow. Once he had finished, he headed back into the pool building. Class then continued, as Mr. Winklewood thanked the people who helped out, as well as Adrian and Kate, reassuring them that Emi would be fine. Ryuu gave an inward sigh of relief, that was good. He didn't know what he would do if Emi wasn't going to be fine. Class then continued, but not before Mr. Winklewood pulled a dramatic pose out of nowhere, and it was directed at the girl with brown hair and a purple streak in her hair, as he asked her to identify herself, in other words, who was she. He then told all of them to go into the water, which is what Ryuu did, though he did give Emily a fleeting look before walking to the edge of the middle of the pool, and dove in, surfacing a few seconds later.
Although Ryuu had to admit Mr. Winklewood was, for a better lack of word, eccentric, he was also quite... enthusiastic about his job. Ryuu slowly raised his hand at his question, he didn't need to learn how to float and thread water, because c'mon, what did he think Ryuu was doing right now, sinking? He cocked one eyebrow however, as he gave Emily a "Ooookay then..." look. This was definitely one of the most... interesting PE classes Ryuu had ever been in, that's for sure...
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Post by seishounohana on Jun 8, 2009 21:17:56 GMT -5
Yeah. This was really strange.
Really strange, especially for a class hosted by Mr. Winklewood.
THE Winklewood.
I mean, seriously. Last time he had a class, he was openly masturbating out in the open, and god - Emily swore she just had a flashback of that class. Emily flushed red and dropped to the ground, doing some stretches there before she went for a jog around the pool building with Ryuu and several other students. Ryuu thanked her for that thing with Emi, and she just nodded. It was nothing, since Emily just did what she knew was right.
Upon their return, Winklewood began the class by thanking those who helped out with that thing with Emi being sick and gave the go to jump into the pool. Emily kinda began becoming slightly nervous - I mean, there went Winklewood and that tone of voice again.
Oh, god. She remembered.
She shook off the thought and took a quick dive in, only to appear on the middle of the pool a few seconds later, threading the water. Ah, one thing good about this clas was that she loved the feel of the water all over her body, cooling her otherwise febrile temperature down considerably.
Oh, she loved the water.
Who cared if this was Winklewood's class? She was going to be really happy swimming!
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