Saying Hi---Mr. Winklewood Style (Casey)

[Mr. Winklewood]

OOC: For anyone reading this, this is long after the first P.E. class---Which is still a work in progress. This is more or less to help my muse get back up.

...And... Back To Sniffing Panties. =D!?

So.

With his right hand going up and down inside his pants and a pair of panties over his head, Mr. Winklewood proceeded to patrol the girl's locker room. There was a rumor of a pervert stalking the girls who went in and out of the locker room, watching them change, videotaping them, sometimes running in with a brown paper bag over his head before ejaculating on them violently. The alleged locker-pervert was about six feet tall, weighed about 178 lbs, had blondish-brown hair, had blue eyes, and apparently looked very fit.

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...In other words, Mr. Winklewood.

Rolling in and about the locker room locker halls, sometimes sidling at the edges and looking around, he'd wave at the rare few girls who walked in, saying "Hey there! Just looking out for the girl's locker room pervert!" and the like.

Of course, that's when one girl would move up from behind and put their leg in front of him, effectively tripping him down---Making him fall down with a crash, the panty flying off his head.

Ow.

Thank God he had his hand cupped over his massive phallus.

Still, as he used both hands to push himself up, rubbing with his left hand the scratch at the raw mark on his face, he looked behind himself at the girl who shouted some things at the top of her lungs at him, before walking away in a huff. The Italian puffed up his cheeks, slightly irritated at being disrespected as a teacher, but he knew the awkwardness of his situation...

"Go figure, eh?" he'd half mumble to a girl right in front of him...

[Casey]

So far Casey was impressed with the school. Lots of very interesting people, most friendly, a couple… more interesting. But the campus was a great place to take pictures.
Casey had been looking though the school and she decided she might as well go back in the locker room to put some new gym clothes away.
She walked quickly to the locker room and opened the door. Inside she was welcomed by an ugly yellow color screaming at someone for… peeking?
The voice came from one of the students and after she finished her lecture, the girl pushed past Casey in a huff.
Casey walked a bit further in and there on the floor was a blonde hair man, who seemed to be rubbing his face with his left and with his right…
Casey didn’t want to know.
He guy was pretty fit though. Maybe it was because he ran after girls, or had to run away?
Either way Casey had no qualms about showing her face expression. She was freaked out, confused, and very, very surprised.

"Go figure, eh?"

Casey jumped back a bit.
Why was he talking to her?
Casey opened her mouth to speak, but immediately closed it. What was she supposed to say?
Another group of girls walked into the locker room. They were giggling and talking loudly until they took one look at the perv.
All of them started screaming, though that confused Casey. Isn’t not like they were nude or anything. But all of them ran out of the locker room screaming about a teacher in the girls’ locker room.
Teacher?!
This guy was a teacher?!
Casey looked around. It was empty except for her and the perv teacher.
Casey knew she should say something, and so without thinking,

“Are you lost?”
… She was never the best in awkward situations…

[Mr. Winklewood]

Not. Awkward. At. All.

And then more earsplitting screaming in his general direction, followed by the rampant clattering of footsteps as the group ran out. Mr. Winklewood's ears rang, much like the good ol' days with mom.---

“Are you lost?”

...Still rubbing his face gingerly, his left brow raised in pleasant surprise. Looking up, to be greeted by a dark brown-haired girl with what he thought to see (couldn't tell in this light for sure) hazel eyes. A rather lovely looking girl---like most of the delicious jailbait young fine women of Corporal-Punishment based Public High Schools were like. What did set her apart was the fact that she did stay as opposed to cussing him out outright. The twenty-seven year old smiled, appreciating the tid-bits of personality he caught immediately from her as she stood.

"No, I'm afraid not, though I suppose it would explain much more if I were," the teacher would reply rather happily, closing his eyes as he took a breath. Standing up at a full height suddenly, pocketing his hands down his blue jeans wore some cheap Nike shoes and a long-sleeved, white, button-up collared shirt that was open, revealing his chest. "Rather, I'm here to make sure girls are aware that a pervert has been known to be lurking around this area such as myself and to keep on guard," he'd continue a little more seriously, leaning against the locker with his shoulder, as he eyed her curiously.

Considering her.

"...Miss, by chance have you heard of who the pervert might be?"

His hands cajoling violently in his pants.

[Casey]

Well there were only two ways that Casey was taught the proper way to deal with… a lunatic, a delinquent, an idiot, or something like that.
She could beat the crap out of him. But he looked a bit too strong for her to deal with at the moment. Plus she had her camera with her, and God forbid anything happen to it.
The second, and least favorable option, was to talk it out.
Well given the circumstances, there was nothing that much better to do.

He apparently wasn’t in the wrong place. Or so he said. Whatever his excuse could have been, the one he stuck to was… pathetic.


"Rather, I'm here to make sure girls are aware that a pervert has been known to be lurking around this area such as myself and to keep on guard."


Seriously he was on crack. Or taking to much hormone whatever…
As he spoke, Casey felt her expression become more and more confused, but kept her head nodding at rhythmic timing and made a hmmm sound now and then.

"...Miss, by chance have you heard of who the pervert might be?"

Oh gee I wonder. Maybe the pervert in front oh me.
*gasp* but he’s only trying to find the REAL pervert.

Casey caught the pervert… I mean guy’s glance and moved a bit farther away. He was giving her a creepy look.

“Well..” she was at a total loss for words, “I haven’t seen one, I think? But from what it looks like maybe…”

Another group of girls came rushing in from swim practice, talking about needing a desperate shower from the over bearing chlorine smell. They went over to they’re lockers; Casey was surprised at how they couldn’t notice this guy. He was leaning against a row of lockers. In front of the door!
I mean come on!

*scream*

There we go…

A girl who stripped quickly into only a tower, was screaming about him and turning a bright red color. She and the rest of the girls ran right out the door, screaming about a pervert in the girls’ locker room.

“See…,” she looked back at him, “I think you have taken your… job too seriously and forgot that you being here was just as bad as some pervert. No offence of course, but maybe you should send a girl to find the other pervert.”

Casey thought it was better to not mention how creepy he was with his right hann…
OK never mind, better not to mention, at ALL!

[Mr. Winklewood]

OOC: ...Alright. This thread's taking a bit, and I've no idea where to go with this, so...:

OH GOD.

“I think you have taken your… job too seriously and forgot that you being here was just as bad as some pervert. No offence of course, but maybe you should send a girl to find the other pervert.”


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Ellis' eyes shifted from the left, and then sly to the right. Suddenly, he unzipped his pants with his other hand, ejaculated violently in a wide spray towards Casey's general direction an inhuman amount of sperm, and ran out of the Girl's Locker Room with his pants still down.

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"YEAHHHHHHH."

=D!?