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Post by Helga Eisenkasten on Apr 19, 2008 12:27:30 GMT -8
Ah, the Gym. The favourite domain of one Helga Eisenkasten since she could pretty much think. Her desire for athletic excellence is what made her strive to become the teacher she was today.
That doesn't mean she was a good teacher.
She looked around her gym with pride. Out of the other schools she'd been in, this one had the most desireable facilities; Of course, she had to invest a few hundred dollars as well and pull some strings with the influential lovers people she knew in bed.
A wide grin spread across her lips, splitting open recently healed cracks. Instead of her usual skirt and tank top, she had on a sports bra and a pair of baggy short. The long ends of her mullet were tied back in a crude pony tail that some how added to the extremly strange visage of the gym teacher. She couldn't wait for her students.
Once the bell rang, Ms. Eisenkasten pulled the box towards her. Unbeknownst to her unsuspecting victims students, the teacher had hell planned. They'd never know what touched hit them.
As the students entered, Ms. Eisenkastens grin would fade. "NAME JOORSELF OR YOU MOOST BE GIVINK ME EIGHT-HUNDRED PUSHUPS!" She thundered, spittle flying from her lips and her voice echoing deep into the school |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 19, 2008 12:56:05 GMT -8
Delilah enterd shortly after the bell, throwing her backpack on the bleachers and gingerly putting her guitar on the far side, awaaaaaay from traffic. She looked around and raised an eyebrow, The gym was certainly impressive; it was pretty big. Though it seemed more full once the shouting began
"NAME JOORSELF OR YOU MOOST BE GIVINK ME EIGHT-HUNDRED PUSHUPS!"
Jumping at the intensity of the shouting, Delilahwhipped around to find...a person standing there. The hell? I can't even tell the gender! she thought. "Uh, Delilah Black." she said, shoving her hands into her deep pockets and looked around and suddenly noticed she was very much alone with the new teacher. It felt similar...almost like being in class with Winklewood again. She shivered, hoping more students would come by, and soon...
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Apr 19, 2008 19:46:28 GMT -8
The small blonde girl panted as she jogged into the gym, her hands planted down firmly onto her knees and she huffed and puffed loudly. Just managed to make it to class, by the skin of her teeth, but she made it. The korean girl let out a sigh of relief as she regained her composure, patting down her skirt before dotting over to the bleachers. Grabbing onto the handle on her shoulder, the girl removed the tote-bag off her back and laid it on the bench. Just as the bag touched the metal surface, she noticed Delilah's familiar form on the other side of the gym. The unmistakable tough tomboyish clothing, lugging around the heavy guitar, the red streak and of course, the set of wrenches in her pockets. Without a doubt, it was her roommate. Arim smiled to herself before jogging over to where Delilah stood, only to come into full-blown view of the gym teacher.
The devil has a name, and it's Helga Eisenkasten.
...That is, if she even believed in the devil.
Arim's eyes fluttered for a moment as she found looking at the gym teacher harder and harder to accomplish, the shine of her overly-greasy hair seeming to glare into her eyes. In a way, it was like it was shrieking for it's monthly-overdue shampoo. Worst part was, every cottage-cheese form on her body was almost completely exposed past her essence-of-clothing on her body. Arim could hardly call it clothes, but she found no need in her mind to want to call it 'lingerie' either. Arim was almost sure she was staring at a gorilla versus an actual person, but that was shaken when she bellowed at the two, making Arim lean backwards ever so slightly.
It took a minute for the blonde to regain her composure, but it wasn't long after Delilah had addressed the teacher. Arim could already feel her pupils dilate in her skull as she continued to stare at the teacher, however with a quick shake of her head, it was short-lived. Arim cleared her throat and addressed the teacher, "Uh-uh-uh... Uh... Arim... Arim Urem'der" the girl told her timidly before looking at Delilah from the corner of her eye, obvious fear... even disgust plain on her face. However, the moment snapped when she remembered something. "OH NO! I FORGOT MY GYM STRIP!" |
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Rem
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*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
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Post by Rem on Apr 21, 2008 16:45:25 GMT -8
"Rem Aoyama~!" Outwardly, Rem was smiling as though oblivious to the man-woman thing Inwardly, the Japanese youth was cringing most horribly. American women...can be really...scary-looking too... He scooted up behind Delilah, using her height to conceal himself.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 22, 2008 19:07:55 GMT -8
'Well... This is a... surprise. Yeah, that's it." This was what Yahto was thinking as he stood in the doorway of the gym, a look that practically dripped with "....WTF?" plastered on his face. To be honest, he wasn't even sure if calling out his name was a good idea. In fact, the idea of just dropping his backpack and hightailing it as fast as he could was starting to sound better and better. For one thing, the gym teacher looked like something straight out of a particular Steven Lynch song. The way her/his/whatever's greasy hair seemed to shine in the bright lights of the gymnasium reminded Yahto of an old sports car with a fresh coat of wax sitting out in the sun. Bright, hard to look at, but almost impossible to tear your gaze away from. But that was nothing compared to the clothing their gym teacher was wearing. Or lack, thereof. Yahtho was already starting to taste bile in the pack of his mouth.
This was going to be a hell of a day, that was for sure.
After finally tearing his eyes away from "Ms." Eisenkasten (and he could definitely see why she was called that), Yahto fought back the bile taste gathering in his throat and made his way over towards the bleachers and dropped off his backback and jacket along with everyone else's things. He was also singing a little tune in his head that seemed to fit the bizarre gym teacher... well, absolutely perfectly. "She's got more... She's got less... She's got her manhood tucked in her dress..." Nothing like a bit of dark humor to make the class period go faster.
"Yahto Fang." the boy called out as he approached the group. He recognized Arim and Delilah, but there was another person who didn't recognize. An Asian dude that was probably short even by their standards. Normally, the sight of someone hiding behind Delilah would've given Yahto a chuckle or two, but not this time. Not with a teacher that looked like she just stepped out of the pages of the National Enquirer Magazine. "Bigfoot and Crazy German Lovechild FOUND! ...Working as a highschool gym teacher!"
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Post by seishounohana on Apr 22, 2008 19:19:17 GMT -8
Ok. Sophomore year and generously still getting used to the not-so-japanese system of PHS259. Emily poked her head into the gym and scanned the area for people before seeing a few and finally entering.
Alas, a chance to finally train her body.
Well, she had been pretty excited about this... even to the point of rummaging along her clothes to find her old PE uniform from Japan - which consisted of a particularly cute, white baby tee and some pretty short ... shorts, if one could call it that. Emily had her hair tied up too.
Yup. 'Properly dressed'
Ok, more familiar faces... basically people she'd been in other previous classes. There's Delilah, Rem (Oh, not again) and two new faces.
Mmm... at least.
Where's... the teacher? She looked around and-
"NAME JOORSELF OR YOU MOOST BE GIVINK ME EIGHT-HUNDRED PUSHUPS!"
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Oh, my God.
The greasy hair...
and when one said to be as comfortable as possible during PE/GYM class, then... the manner she was dressed was a big exaggeration.
Umm.... her name. Right.
"Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos, Ma'am!" She said, saluting before heading out to somewhere a little out back, somewhat uncomfortable now. Not of the clothes, but of the aura of the teacher.
This felt like Winklewood all over again.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 13:08:33 GMT -8
Ah the beauty of Gym class. It had always been one of the classes that he never skipped back in New York. Sure the teachers tended to be raving lunatics but maybe that was a good thing. Lord knows he had a good work out back home when he beat the fuck out of his old Gym teacher for kicking him while he was doing push ups. Yes indeed those were the good ol' days.
Mathew watched as the students staggered in to the gym one by one from the top of the bleachers. Why was he at the top of the bleachers? Simple reason was he put his belongings up there since he didn't trust the lockers and it would be easier to keep an eye on them this way. His eyes scanned the students as they walked in one by one taking special interest in some of the cute females that came in. Certainly one of the best parts of Gym class was the short shorts that girls tended to wear. His eyes would widen slightly at the sight of their teacher however who was only barely able to be called female. A small smirk appeared on his lips followed by a small inaudible laugh to himself.
Figures it was too much to hope that we could have a babe for a teacher.
Sighing he would make his way down the bleachers to join the other's in line. Like all of them he was wearing Gym Clothing which consisted of a pair of shorts and a muscle shirt showing off his already toned muscles from years of working out and fighting. While he was not built like a body builder it was apparent that he was not only in shape but good shape. From the back of his shirt part of the scar that runs from his left shoulder to right hip can be seen and of course the ever apparent scar beneath his right eye was fully visible.
He would take up his place in line next to the girl that identified herself as Emily who was also the girl to be wearing short shorts. He would look forward at the teacher with the same cocky grin on his face that he almost always had, he wasn't afraid of her and he wasn't afraid of a work out. And if there were cute girls in the class then that just made things better didn't it?
"Mathew Amtrum." He said casually when it was his turn to announce himself to the teacher. After all it was just his name nothing to stress about. She could find that out by looking at her chart.
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Post by Letz Shake~ on Apr 25, 2008 7:52:14 GMT -8
"WOT!?
LATE FOR CLESS AGEEN!?"
Such was the life of Letz Shake. The gargantuan teenager bounded into the gym and skidded to a halt. However, he stood up straight and adjusted his hair, looking like he hadn't even treaded a step. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he took a few large casual steps forward, until he noticed the students in the room.
Asian short-shit? No interest.
Native somewhat-taller one? Also no interest.
Other guy...? Nope, still no interest.
Black haired gi-- ...wait, girls!?
A wide grin could be seen even behind the dark banadanna on his face. Girls in gym, hoorah! A slow-motion image of the three girls there on Pamela Anderson's body from Bay Watch. "Heeheehee... jiggly" he chuckled to himself before taking a few strides forward.
Behold. Ms.Eisenkasten.
Somehow, Letz Shake's pupils seemed to contract even more than usual in shock. The wondrous pictures of Pamela Anderson's bodies on the girls seemed to melt into Sasquatch in a string bikini, making the tall punk cringe and gag on the spot. After wiping his sleeve against his bandanna, he stared wide-eyed as the blocky German woman before raising a finger. "Sorry... Letz Shake is... late he... was running... from ze... cops... again..." his voice was even stuttering from pure disgust. For a moment, his gaze narrowed for a moment before he laid his hand horizontally straight, "Joo make Happy stick sad". He told her, before his hand became limp. |
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Post by Roland on Apr 26, 2008 22:00:23 GMT -8
I enter the gym from the locker room. I've traded my usual jeans and collared shirt for some black and white gym shorts, and a white T-shirt featuring a picture of a Whale on Stilts. All-purpose trainers and genuine Gold-Toe socks complete the ensemble. Gold-Toes are the manliest of all socks. Shit, they're the only objects known to man that have legitimate claim to the title of 'sock.' Gold-Toes, fuck yeah. *FLICKER* My first impression of this gym teacher is that she looks like...a gym teacher. The absolute stereotype. Like something out of a children's cartoon; the drill-seargent yelling, agressive demeanor, and rough exterior are all contiguous with that predictable flat-character quintessence. However, in real life there are few actual flat characters. I shall tread carefully. *FLICKER* "Roland Graff, on station, miss." I reply in this way to the command shotgunned at us by our teacher. My outlook on this class is currently positive. I sense that there will be no pointless or half-hearted waste-of-time activities here...I came to this school expecting taxing violence daily, and I come to this gym class expecting no less. |
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Post by olesya on Apr 29, 2008 15:56:46 GMT -8
Ohhh man! I'm gonna be late! Olesya cursed herself, speeding down the hallway toward the gymnasium, her drawstring bag with her gym clothes over her shoulder. Bursting through the large gym doors the junior skidded to a stop amongst the other students, nearly bowling over her friends and fellow band mate Roland.
Righting herself, she ran a hand through her disheveled auburn hair and grinned sheepishly, having caught the tail end of the Gym teacher's shout, as it had reverberated all the way into the hallway...what lungs!
"Olesya Van deBogart. Present!"
She raised her hand in a comic sort of way as she gave role call, half wondering if the...woman? would actually make anyone do 800 pushups? Yeah, she had to be a woman, she was wearing a sports bra...unless their gym teacher was a cross dresser? Nah. Just a beef woman with lungs that rivaled the Big Bad Wolf.
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Post by Helga Eisenkasten on Apr 30, 2008 11:36:25 GMT -8
( OOC: Detentions thus far; Letz Shake )
Miss. Eisenkasten checked off the last of her attendance sheet and glared around the gym at the students, her eyes resting on them each in turn, her beady brown eyes flicking quickly over the girls.
There was Asian-y blonde chick with the gloves….with the school-girl innocence and the…low….cut….see-down-able shirt…just barely holding up the two, dripping wet me-
Helga shook her head FOCUS! she told herself firmly. Don’t get distracted by their sexiness appearances! Just evaluate.
The girl who just ran in with the hair and the clothes….with the toned body that looks so flexible that you could bend her-
FOOOOCUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!@@!!!!!ONE%$&$@@!!!!!!
The girl in the…japanese…scanty…easy to tear…uniform…lying on the bed on a rainy Sunday morning with moi-
AKSJEHG!!!KASJK%*%^(DHGKH^$@#!%ˡ%#!462FASKDHG^$@#JGdf&%$68UF
And the girl with the black hair and the….ripped T-shirt…with the holes showing the sweet, sweet alabaster skin so smooth you could butter it with-
(&$*^#*&^$(%^ ONTO THE BOYS, PLX?!
She looked down at the boys with disdain and wrinkled her hairy upper lip at them. The short guy hiding behind the alabaster skinned girl -touches self O___o- was stupid looking, the tall pony tail wearing hippie man-thing was stupid looking, the other guy with the muscles that are OBVIOUSLY not the product of a REEEEEEAL work out looked stupid, and the guy with the loose carefree hair looked stupid and the…Gene Simmons crossed with Alice Cooper on an acid trip Mohawk guy…
WHY CHILDREN, HE WAS THE MOST STUPID LOOKING OF ALL!
“FORM A ZINGLE LINE IN FRONT OF ME, ARMS BEHIND JOOR BACK, AND STOP HIDINK BEHIND ZE GIRL, MIDGET BOY!” She shouted again, tapping her foot impatiently as her students formed a line. Once they were in front of her, The German woman began to pace before them.
“MY NAME ISHT MISS. EISENKASTEN! THIS IS TO BEINK MY PHEESICAL EDUCATION CLESS, AND JOO ARE HERE TO BE LEARNINK! JOO SIGN UP FOR CLESS, YOU HAF NO CHOICE BUT TO BE OBEYINK! JOO DO VAT I SAY, VHEN I SAY, AND JOO VILL DO IT MY VAY. NO EEFS, UND’S OR BUTS! …except for yours.” Here she pointed her two index fingers at Arim and Emily as a red hue made it’s appearance on her cheeks before turning and coughing loudly.
“AHEM…NOW ALL IS SAID AND DONE, JOO HAEV NO CHOICE BUT TO FOLLOW THROUGH VITH TODAY’S LESSON PLEN. KAPESH?!?!?!?!?!” She paused a moment, chest rising and falling. “FAILURE TO COMPLY VITH MINE EXPECTATIONZ AND MINE REKVESTS WILL RESULT IN ME TOUCHING YOU INNAPPROPRIATELY CONSEKVENCES MOOST DIRE! NOW,” She opened a cardboard box beside her and tossed her ‘uniforms’ out to their respective owners. “PUT ZESE ON AND GET OUT HERE IN TEN MINUTES TIME!”
( THESE ARE YOUR NEW GYM UNIFORMS. YOU WILL COMPLY AND CHANGE INTO THEM ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE DETENTION (which will be NO fun, believe me  ) AND TO NO LONGER PARTICIPATE IN THIS CLASS. THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN LEAVE, THAT MEANS…WELL, YOU’LL SEE, X3.
Your Uniforms look like this:
The question was though…
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 30, 2008 12:38:00 GMT -8
Delilah moved into a line, pulling Rem to her left and smiling in amusement. First Arim, now it was Ms....sorry, Miss Eisenkasten calling the poor guy a midget. She ruffled his spiky hair and chuckled. Poor, short, Rem.
She watched the teacher pace in front of them with a bored expression on her face...until she made the comment on 'but's'. She blinked. "Wait, what?!" she moved her head to see the horrifically....beautiful gym teacher pointing at Emily and Arim while...blushing?! Delilah shuddered. What the hell kinda gym class is this?!
Her question was soon answered when Miss/Mr Eisenkasten began tossing out the bags of uniforms. She caught hers in one hand an examined it, her pale blue eyes dialating as she saw what it was. "Uh..." A...French Maid outfit...It looked like something you'd see in a sex-toy store! It came complete with the head thing, the feather duster, the....stillettos?! She held these up to look at them. Most girls couldn't even WALK in these, let alone do gym in them. She opened her mouth to argue, and was instantly deflated when she saw the facial expression of their teacher.
Utter malice.
Shivering , Delilah hung her head and trudged to the change room,muttering under her breath. She would emerge a few minutes later, completely clad in the god-forsaken (and rather breezy) thing, stumbling in her high heels. She was glaring furiously at the teacher, looking none the part of a sexy, costume girl, spare for the costume.
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Post by Arim Urem'der on May 2, 2008 11:55:18 GMT -8
This was definately going to be interesting, Arim blinked to cut off her full-eyed gawp at the horrendous teacher and straighten up. As she cried orders, her brown eyes widened even more as IT (she has yet to calculate a gender, though 'pennywise' seems to fit perfectly for the time being) pointed at her and blushed. Except for her what? The girl looked a tad confused about what she had just been told, however she paid no mind to that for now. Though the blushing set her off a bit, the demented-clown-lady was blushing like a little schoolgirl.
Right.
The girl took a step back as the uniform was tossed at her, catching the outfit gracefully she looked down at the apparel and turned her head before she was conked in the head with one of the shoes.
It was going to be a good day.
The shoe fell into the bundle of her uniform and she looked down at the shiney, almost oxford looking stilettos with open toes. This was... hardly her idea of gym strip, but she'd roll with it. The girl unraveled the uniform and stared at it for a moment, before letting out a squeal. Bright pink… her favourite!! "IT'S SO CUTE! I'm putting it on right now!" she cried, running into the change room a heartbeat after Delilah.
After emerging from the dingy dress room, the girl adjusted the pair of cotton-candy pink rabbit ears on her head and pulled the bright pink gloves up her arms. Even gloves, perfect! The girl seemed to have no trouble walking in her shoes. (Then again, this girl was more flexible than Gumby). She stopped back in her place, making sure to adjust the puffy cotton ball on her rear. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she was wearing a playboy bunny outfit, and she didn’t even know it (she was THAT secluded). The girl began adjusting the tight fitting outfit a bit more down her hips, although to only have the fabric spring back up, she looked at Delilah and blinked. “Oooh… you look cranky, Lala. Be happy! It’s an improvement from your jeans marinated in grease!”. |
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Post by olesya on May 2, 2008 12:37:36 GMT -8
"MY NAME ISHT MISS. EISENKASTEN! THIS IS TO BEINK MY PHEESICAL EDUCATION CLESS, AND JOO ARE HERE TO BE LEARNINK! JOO SIGN UP FOR CLESS, YOU HAF NO CHOICE BUT TO BE OBEYINK! JOO DO VAT I SAY, VHEN I SAY, AND JOO VILL DO IT MY VAY. NO EEFS, UND’S OR BUTS! …except for yours."
Olesya quirked an eyebrow as the gym teacher pointed out two of the girls before...blushing? That wasn't normal. But before she could ponder it any further, the teacher had moved on.
“AHEM…NOW ALL IS SAID AND DONE, JOO HAEV NO CHOICE BUT TO FOLLOW THROUGH VITH TODAY’S LESSON PLEN. KAPESH?!?!?!?!?! FAILURE TO COMPLY VITH MINE EXPECTATIONZ AND MINE REKVESTS WILL RESULT IN CONSEKVENCES MOOST DIRE! NOW,”
Olesya watched as the woman opened a large box she hadn't noticed before and threw each of them...clothing? Gym uniforms? But as she looked about, each was a different color and...definitely not proper gym wear.
“PUT ZESE ON AND GET OUT HERE IN TEN MINUTES TIME!”
Okay...ma'am. Olesya followed the rest of the girls to the changing room, holding up her outfit and examining it, a look on her face that looked somewhat between utter confusion and 'are you serious?'
o___O?
"Uhh.."
The junior looked over to the girl who too was examining her outfit, sharing her reaction. What kind of gym class was this?! Another girl seemed pleased with it however, bouncing around in her gym outfit...a bunny? Playboy? Olesya recognized her as the girl from the hallway. Arim. Well at least someone was happy about it.
"Is this really necessary?"
Olesya asked, contemplating not putting it on. The outfit was scant to say the least. But the woman with the heavy accent stressed that there would be CONSEKVENCES MOOST DIRE, and the woman looked as though she could snapped them all like toothpicks and Olesya preferred to stay in one piece. However, she wasn't about to go about strutting her stuff in a flipping gym class.
With a sigh she disappeared behind a row of lockers to change, putting on the outfit given to her. A prisoner? More like Jail Bait. Olesya left her black tank top on underneath the little dress to hide her chest, before putting on the socks, arm bands and finally, the hat. You don't wear hats in gym class! This is ridiculous.
And the shoes would be a 'no' too. There was no way she could run or do anything in those killer heels. Les slipped her black and white converse back on and decided it would suffice. Frowning she made her way back out to the girls, tugging on the hem of her skirt. She'd never worn anything this short, much less a skirt. Her mother would always have to beg her to wear a dress, so it was safe to say that Les was uncomfortable with this sad excuse for an outfit.
Sigh.
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Rem
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*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
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Post by Rem on May 2, 2008 19:39:18 GMT -8
"Gaaaaaaaa...."
Rem stared...actually, more like ogled at Delilah in her French maid costume, which left little to the imagination. Yes, devious thoughts zapped through the diminutive Japanese youth as he gave himself eyestrain over his girlfriend's ample bust. So caught up was he in staring, that his own costume struck him in the head and smacked into the ground and he didn't even notice. The other girls' costumes were almost equally as revealing. He was right to come to an American school. These strange, yet convenient occurrences seemed to be a run-of-the-mill circumstances.
"Guh...."
It took all of his willpower to rip his eyes, and...the rest of his face, for he had also unconsciously walked up to Delilah and planted his face into her boobs, nuzzling them with an extremely lecherous, goofy grin on his face. He backed away ruefully, scanning the area for his own costume.
"Ah...there it is."
For one moment, Rem was rather hopeful his costume would be that of a chocobo, but then the absurdity of that expectation struck him like a truck moving over 60 miles an hour. It had been hard enough getting that teacher to make his only costume for him. Still, he was a bit intrigued to see what this man/woman hybrid of a teacher had in store for him and it turned out to be...
"...a jester...."
Rem held the costume out in front of him as he gave it a scrutinizing eye. This was definitely going to be depressing...
"Ah, F-it."
One swift changing room journey later, Rem stumbled out into the Gym wearing the fanciful jester outfit. A small bottle concealed by a brown paper back was held tightly in left hand, and his cheeks a bit rosy red, mainly from alcohol consumption.
".... *hic* ...."
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) AND TO NO LONGER PARTICIPATE IN THIS CLASS. THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN LEAVE, THAT MEANS…WELL, YOU’LL SEE, X3.