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Post by Letz Shake~ on May 5, 2008 10:42:50 GMT -8
None to say, Letz shake was quite pleased with the whole situation. Besides the bellowing whale that made his pants far more depressed, he liked the look of the outfits. His arms extended to catch the gym attire, only to have the clothing hurled into his face, or sticking to the top of his monstrous Mohawk. A single large hand pulled the fabric off his face and held it out in front of him, a large gasp escaping his bandanna. “LETZ SHAKE APPROVING OF ZIS SUIT, HE LET YOU ALL HAVE ZE HONOUR OF ZEEINK HIM IN IT RIGHT NOW!”. With that, the punk darted in a rather odd lunging run into the boys change room.
After a few seconds of stripping his usual attire, the reeking with the pungent scent of cigarette smoke and gasoline filling the crisp air of the changing quarters, he finished with a spick-and-span new outfit. Kicking the door open with his foot, the teenager emerged from inside and posed with his hands firmly on his hips and his head high in a heroic pose. His bandanna still remained intact, covering his lower face, however his attire was different to say.
A small pair of green lederhosen, however due to his… ahem, height, the shorts of the coveralls was… riding up, so to speak. Of course he was lacking a shirt to speak off, baring his white (OH GOD THE WHITE) tattooed chest to the world. Two large knee-high socks covering his bony legs, and two rather dorky and small brown shined shoes on his feet.
To top it all off, a small round hat on the side of his Mohawk. It was multi-coloured, with a little yellow propeller on the top.
Propeller hat…
Striding pridefully in his new attire, he stopped in the middle of the gym and showed off with a few Hercules like warrior poses, flexing his thin skeletal arms. He was… loving this outfit. But definitely not as much as the girls, which caused him to cease his flexing and gawk full-eyed at the girls dressed so far.
^V^…..
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ovo
ovO
OVO!!!!
“ARIM! DELILUH! JOO MAKE HAPPY STICK SO VERY HAPPY AGAIN! HAPPY STICK SO HAPPY, HE CRYING SALTY TEARS OF JOY!!”. |
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Post by Yahto Fang on May 8, 2008 18:57:52 GMT -8
Yahto, seeing as how he was still in a partial state of shock, barely managed to catch the bundle of garments Helga had tossed at him. However, he was soon wishing he hadn't when he saw that they actually were. Especially since what he was looking at was more like something you'd find at a Chippendales instead of a gym class. "What the hell is this!?" he mentally exclaimed, his eyes flickering to Helga like he was seeing an escaped mental patient. "If she thinks I'm going to get into this, then-!"
“FAILURE TO COMPLY VITH MINE EXPECTATIONZ AND MINE REKVESTS WILL RESULT IN CONSEKVENCES MOOST DIRE!"
Well, that was that. "Crud." Yahto sighed before trudging on towards the locker area. It was already clear to him that this Ms. Eisenkasten was a Grade A nutcase, so it would probably be wise not to provoke her. Not yet, anyway. He had no intention of finding out what she meant by "CONSEKVENCES MOOST DIRE". Just the thought alone was enough to bring a shiver racing up and down the boy's spine as he disappeared behind the door.
After a few moments of reluctantly changing into his new attire, Yahto emerged from the locker room and returned to where the class had started to gather. He was now clad in what could only be described as the corniest looking Western Cowboy outfits anyone had ever seen. A pair of brown leather chaps and tight-fitting blue jeans covered his legs while a blue flannel shirt and brown vest adorned his torso. The jingle of the spurs on the boots he wore echoed faintly throughout the room, which only made Yahto that much more aware of how ridiculous he looked. A black cowboy hat completed the ensemble and managed to darken his face just enough to mask the murderous glare he threw at Helga in shadow.
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Post by seishounohana on May 8, 2008 19:48:17 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.”
Emily blinked as the teacher pointed to her. "Eh?"
Darn clueless this girl could be.
“FAILURE TO COMPLY VITH MINE EXPECTATIONZ AND MINE REKVESTS WILL RESULT IN ME TOUCHING YOU INNAPPROPRIATELY CONSEKVENCES MOOST DIRE! NOW --”
Emily was tossed a pretty interesting set of clothes. It was a rather skimpy but stylish nurse uniform, boots, net leggings... and a stethoscope? Wow.
“PUT ZESE ON AND GET OUT HERE IN TEN MINUTES TIME!”
She nodded and set off to dress up in the dressing rooms like the rest of the group. It didn't take long before Emily walked into view wearing the darned outfit, twirling a bit in front of a mirror near the hallway that led to the shower, locker and dressing rooms.
The girl wore that outfit all right; despite the fact that her skirt was a little too skimpy and short for her taste, she really liked the boots. "Waa, Sugoi~" she'd tell herself, clueless about just what her clothing implied.
Especially with that shirt showing much of chest area. It pressed against her chest quite a bit... and... yeah... it was an interesting sight to behold to see her still comfortable.
She then walked slowly towards the line again, her arms up to tie the nurse cap onto the bun she made her hair into. Well, what? Nurses put their hair into buns... just trying to make things a little more real.
...
A little more real than what Ms. Eisenkasen intended. Emily really is quite slow.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 8, 2008 20:07:28 GMT -8
Mathew looked at his outfit and laughed. It was obiviously a joke. But whatever he could cope with whatever the teacher could throw at him. He didn't give a shit. Especially when he saw what the girls had to wear. T&A was A OK in his book. Thankfully since he was Zeus? Gandalf? Merlin? He didn't really have to go inside to change. He would just put the robe over his normal clothing right then and there. Hell since he was feeling in a good mood due to the skimpy outfits the girls had to wear he would even wear the beard.
And it was because he changed out in the middle of the Gym that he got to watch each and every one of the girls walk out in their skimpy outfits. He would stand off to the side with his arms folded nodding in approval at the women and trying not to pay attention to the guys in their gay costumes, which were unlike his straight costume.
His personal favorites were the nurse girl Emily and the playboy bunny. Both of them were smoking hot in his opinion. And it was just like that Mathew was very happy he came to class despite his own stupid outfit.
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Post by olesya on May 8, 2008 20:28:45 GMT -8
Olesya tried not to look mortified at the boys reactions as they ogled at the girls...one even motorboated one of the girls! Eeekkk.. the junior felt super uncomfortable, tugging that the hem of her skirt and wishing that the damn teacher had just given them shorts and a tshirt instead.
"..."
She couldn't help but notice that some of the girls were getting more attention for their outfits than others...like her. In a way she was relieved, 75% percent so. She could just linger to the back and drag through this class and then fill out a drop form once the bell rang, but on the other hand....were they prettier than her? Did they look better in revealing outfits? Maybe it was her outfit...STRIPES MADE HER LOOK FAT! O____O Icky insecure girly thoughts raced through her head and Olesya frowned in a gloomy fashion, you could even see a small cloud forming over her head and raining if you squinted your eyes and tilted your head enough.
Morale...zilch. Pride...stomped on. Self Eficacy...nada. Self Esteem...gone.
She looked over as a boy dressed as god nodded in approval, his beard bobbing with his head. The junior shot him a death glare, and the imaginary cloud over her head crackled with thunder.
Looking up at the clock, she pleaded it to go faster.
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Roland
Trainee
[M:2790]
Quite possibly mad.[A1i:5]
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Post by Roland on May 10, 2008 16:09:44 GMT -8
*FLICKER* I am moderately confused by the so-called uniforms we've been assigned. I cannot begin to hazard a guess as to the purpose of these outfits. I also cannot help but be happy that I got the only cool costume. Cape, fake fangs, black shoes, white gloves, everything a proper Dracula requires; even red contacts. This should be a lot of fun. I retreat to the locker room and make the change. *FLICKER* ImageI step from the dark depths of the locker room, a cape of twilight swirling around me, rippling in currents caused by lurking nightmares that brush against the fabric of reality, maddened by desire driven by the scent of blood so close at hand yet out of reach.
I gaze around at my surroundings imperiously, completely in character. This gym smells of old hurts; their nostalgic tang practically seeps from between wooden floor slats. Why I, one of the noble line of Transylvania, should deign to be in such humble surroundings is beyond reason, but it matters not, for I hunger, and that rules out further contemplation of other facts.
And what luck, for here stands a cadre of young, delicious-looking people, albeit dressed oddly. The females especially, with their necklines liberally exposed, practically beg to be harvested; soft silky flesh hides a warm red nectar whose flowing tide exists for naught but to sustain creatures of the night like myself. I grin like a cheshire cat, exposing rows of gleaming fangs and - *FLICKER* *FLICKER* Whoa...got a little carried away there... I shake my head in a reflexive motion indicative of clearing the mind, and idly wait for class to continue. My previously predatory grin fades into a friendly and relaxed expression. Looking around at my classmates, I note their outfits. Bunny, Maid, Nurse, Jailbait, Jester, Cowboy, Noah, Yodeler, and myself as Dracula. A motley medley. Compared to the other males I feel like I got the best deal; better scary than silly. On the other hand, silly breaks the ice better. I don't really know any of them; haven't been here long and guys tend to dislike me, so it's no surprise. I'm especially diggin' the Noah costume...or is it Moses, or maybe God himself? The ladies in their "uniforms" are mindblowingly appealing, without exception. However, I can't help but sympathize with the Maid's apparent discomfort; some people don't want to attract that sort of attention, though I doubt this particular Maid could avoid attracting it even in casual attire. In contrast to the Maid's hesitance, the Bunny seems like she's ready to shoot an Energizer commercial (which would undoubtedly at least double battery sales). I catch Emily's eye and flash her a fangorious vampiric grin. She's either clueless or completely comfortable in that Nurse outfit, which fits her so well I have to wonder whether the teacher got tailoring information somehow. I also toss Olesya a salute, accompanied by a smile that I hope comes across as not suggestive. I recognize her from band auditions, but know little about her. Perhaps that will change if I make it into the band. |
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Post by Helga Eisenkasten on May 14, 2008 11:40:21 GMT -8
Miss Eisenkasten looked upon her students, nodding in the same way Matthew was and eyeing the girls like a chocolate covered piece of chocolate that was sprinkled with chocolate and frosting sugar.
Yum.
Sexy Maid was unused to her shoes, which suited Miss Eisenkasten just fine. It made her appear inexperienced, naïve…perhaps even virgin innocent?! Regardless of that, the gym teacher had been right…ALABASTER FROM HEAD TO GLORIOUS BOSOM TOE!, glistening with the health of youth. So silky and lush, lips parting as they release a—
 the jester…he was RUINING HER FANSTASY!
“GO GIT CHANGED STOOPID BOY, STOP NUZZLING PRETTY GIRL IN AMPLE, SUCCULENT CHEST!” She barked, suddenly protective of what wasn’t hers.
Sexy Bunny looked far surer of herself than Sexy Maid in the shoes, strutting into the gym like a natural model. She was probably the best suited for her costume. Eisenkasten eyed her like a lickable lollipop…sweet and tangy, luxurious and bare, like a—
Mmmmmm~
…what, no ‘FOCUS’?
.______. Continue, plx.
Eisenkasten shuddered. AAAAAAANYYYYYYYYWAAAAAAAAY~, She turned to gaze upon the next student, the Striped Bondage-Queen. But, oh dear, the naughty girl, she wasn’t wearing the foot attire she’d assigned! Such bad girls deserve a spanking...or to be tied up and have a blindfold over their eyes as rough callused hands ran over the sweat slicked skin.
GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Either way, she’d have to deal with that, but after she finished looking over her students. Emily, or Opportunistic Nurse as she liked to call her, looked just as pleased with her attire as Sexy Bunny…maybe they were a touch clueless, BUT SHE’D BE DAMNED IF THAT DIDN’T MAKE THINGS MORE FUN in the bedroom.
And the guys.
…
Well, they weren’t really worth mentioning <3
Miss Eisenkasten heaved in a deep breath. “LINE UP, NAOZ!” she barked, her deep voice reverberating off the wall. Once they obeyed (and they WOULD), the poorly dressed gym teacher began to walk around the line. “I EM VERY GLED JOO TOOK TO JOOR JEWNIFORMS. I VORK VERY HERD ON BUYINK ZEM OFF ZE E-BAY, AND FROM MY…CLOSE FREENDS.” She coughed loudly into her fist here. And turned behind the group. “ANYVAY…ONLY VUN OF JOO HES NOT OBEYED MINE COMMAND. AND PRICE SHALL PAY.” Oleysa would feel cold metal snap around her wrists, binding them together with a short chain, as well as an annoying tickle of feathers. They…were kinky fuzzy handcuffs. “JOO STAY LEEK ZAT FOR ALL OF JIM CLASS. NO EXCEEPTIONZ!” She faced the group again, glaring down at them with her beady little eyes. “NAO. I HAS AEECTIVITY FOR JOO. JOO VILL PLAY BEESKETBALL, NO TEAMS, EVERY GIRL…AND BOY FOR ZEMSELF, NO RULEZ, FULL-CONTECT. I WILL GIVE JOO ZESE TO MAKE ZINGZ…” Eisenkasten’s lips suddenly curved into a Cheshire cat smile. “MOOR INTERESTINK.” Moments later, she went back to the box and began hucking things out at her students.
OOC:
Delilah! You get an extend-o reach feather duster. Don’t push the red button…it contains an ELECTRICAL CHARGE! O.o unless you want too…
Arim! Your shoes are spring loaded! You can jump to great heights and far distances…careful on the landing~.
Rem! You get 4 weighted juggling clubs. These can act as a boomerang or a bludgeon, however, they are VERY heavy. Don’t drop them on your foot.
Letz Shake (stupid name…)! Your propeller hat gives you the ability to hover off the ground, depending if it stays on your head and you keep turning the propeller. Ten seconds without turning it will result in it quitting on you
Yahto! You get a…lasso <3 It works great as long as you have good aim and are stronger than the person you’re lassoing.
Emily! You get a butterfly net! I know it has nothing to do with nurses, but I’M A LITTLE INSANE!. It’s standard, you can’t capture and throw people with it…but you can capture the ball and throw THAT. This contains an electric charge when you push in the bottom.
Matthew! You get two things, lucky you. A Tome of all the knowledge of insanity (your standard bathroom reader) and the ability to hide anything of any size or weight in your beard.
Roland! You have the ability to use your teeth O-o as well, you have x-ray vision in your red contacts x3 have fun.
Oleysa! You’re handcuffed for disobeying, BUT you still get an item; a bar of SOAP! Extra slippery and a little damp. Don’t drop it in the locker room…
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As she watched as their students grabbed their tools, Eisenkasten looked up to notice a tenth child in the room. She suddenly looked thunderous. A moment later, she was standing next to the boy, heaving him into the air single handed, his eyes level with hers. “BOY! JOO DID NOT SIGN UP, JOO LEAF CLESS!” throwing back the arm she held him with, she threw him the 100 meters to the gym door, which opened on contact, making the poor lad slide out on his feet.
She frowned, tossing back her ponytail in a disturbingly girlish way. She picked up a basketball and the whistle around her neck and blew into it. “GO!”
OOC:
READ THESE, THEY’RE IMPORTANT
There are a fewwwww rules here, but it’s only for posting.
I decide who gets points. You wait for me to say if it swished in or hit the rim.
It’s a free for all posting thing here! You can’t post twice in one day, though. However, if someone doesn't post within a day, another person may steal the ball or make a shot. Not both.
You can use your own weaponry, provided it was on you. Your current state of stats is the ONLY state. If you have a fight that;s outside this thread, the stat points will not be valid until the game is over.
I DECIDE WHEN THE GAME IS OVER, but it shouldn’t last more than a week.
I might add more rules, but they won’t be in here; they’ll be in my posts regarding whether you make a point or not.
You can make alliances, punching, hitting, kicking is allowed.
HAVE FUN O.O NAO.edit @ typo |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 16, 2008 17:05:04 GMT -8
Delilah blinked as Rem approached her with a dazed expression. She frowned self-conciously and placed her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend. "Rem, you lunatic, you'r-"
At this point, Rem's closeness was unnoticed until he face planted himself amongst her cleavage. She froze for a minute and stared down at him, then cringed in embarrassment as he nuzzled her. "GAH! REM!" She put her hand on his forehead and pushed him back, folding her arms stubbornly over her chest. It couldn't get any worse.
But it did <3
“GO GIT CHANGED STOOPID BOY, STOP NUZZLING PRETTY GIRL IN AMPLE, SUCCULENT CHEST!”
She shudderd, going almost as red as the twin streaks towards the back of her head, looking down self conciously at herself as the yelling choed. "Succulent?" THAT was a new one. Still, she glared around, prideful in her uncertainity.
She fell into line fairly quickly, once the otehrs were dressed. She had to smile at some of the costumes. The girls looked like a teenage boys sex fantasy and the guys? Well...they just looked downright hilarious. She only smiled at a couple of theirs, particularily Rem's and the Wise Man's, but Yahtos...the native/chinese kid was, of all things...a cowboy. Standing beside Arim, she looked up at Yahto and his hat, grinning broadly. "heheheheheh~". She watches as poor Oleysa had to deal with the stupid handcuffs for wearing sneakers. Gah. That would suck.
Suddenly, she was hit with the feather duster, catching it in her chest. She examined it for a sec, then held it up, throwing it out to one side and snapping it to it's full length. Almost eight feet. She nodded in approval. "Nice~." She twirled it over her hand and slapped her opposite palm with it. This was pretty sturdy. the activity, though, was weird. "w-wait, heels and running do not-" Before she could finish her sentence, the basketball was in the air. She looked around and up. "Oh, goddammit."
She jumped off the ground (SO effing hard in heels) and batted the ball downwards to the ground. She caught it as it bounced back up and began dribbling, moving her left foot back towards the far net, holding her feather duster defensively.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 18, 2008 18:59:39 GMT -8
Mathew strolled in to line still openly checking out the girls in their wonderful gym clothes. And to think people thought it was strange that he always loved Gym. This was god's way of paying him back for all the pushups he had to do in the past.
He would look at what he was given and he would frown. Though you wouldn't really be able to tell with the giant beard on his face. But he was not pleased, mostly because he didn't know what the fuck to do with this. So he did what any sane person would do. He would put it in his beard. Why his beard? Because in cartoons you could hide anything in a fucking beard. He could probably hide one of the girls in his beard if he wanted too. Speaking of hiding a girl in his beard that wouldn't be a bad idea. After all the crap he had just been given fit in it alright.
He saw the teacher blow the whistle and throw the ball up. He saw one of the girls with heels get the ball and he would grin. The girls wouldn't be a threat he thought with those heels. Not like they could run.
Mathew would spring in to action rushing at the girl with the ball. He was going to attempt to come in from the side she was dribbling before attempting to swat the ball from her in a steal. Why do that? Because it would be awkward for her to stop him since she would have to use her feather duster across her body and would risk hitting the ball away from herself by doing it.
Should his steal be successful he would run with the ball, dribbling it from side to side to make it harder to choose what side to steal from. Thankful that he didn't have heels he would be confident that he could out run the girls and as for the guys, well he was confident against them too. After all he was the Earth Dragon. Should he also make it to the two point zone of the court he would attempt to shoot the ball in to the hoop if he was not being blocked. Otherwise he would have to attempt to get past his guard.
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Rem
Soldier
[M:2571]
*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
Posts: 500
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Post by Rem on May 20, 2008 19:51:30 GMT -8
Rem! You get 4 weighted juggling clubs. These can act as a boomerang or a bludgeon, however, they are VERY heavy. Don’t drop them on your foot."Huh? These things are weighted... *hic*"Rem'd been holding all four clubs awkwardly between the fingers of his left hand, reserving the right for the brown paper bag concealed bottle. Being as inebriated as the Japanese youth was at the moment, the fact that the clubs he was carrying should have him hunched over in the posture of a gorilla with their weight was totally lost on him. That is... until their sheman of a gym teacher mentioned it. "GUH!"Down he went, still clinging to the clubs and straining his back to achieve a full standing posture. The goofy, disheveled look on his face never faltered a bit. "Ahhhhh~ Lilah-chan~ Lookit me! I'ma...oooohhhh...."Upon looking at his girlfriend, he saw what appeared to be a huge boobie in her hands. O_____O
O___O
O o O
O w O
o3o "Must...nuzzle..."Having achieved a full standing posture, Rem lumbered toward Delilah with a lecherous grin and the eyes of a maniac. "RAAAAAHHH- huh?!"One figure, moving swiftly toward his intended target, drew his attention. His eyes narrowed. "Nevahhhh! Sono chichi wa ore no mono da!!!!!"Heaving his left hand upwards, he literally flung the clubs at Mathew as the guy moved closer to his girlfriend. Should the projectiles miss initially, there was still the matter of them targeting him on their way back to their point of origin.
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Post by Arim Urem'der on May 27, 2008 18:32:22 GMT -8
Arim took a step back to observe everyone for a moment, not taking much notice to the fact she was being gawked at.... she was that oblivious. The blonde turned her head to look at Yahto a blinked a few times before flinging her arms around him and giving him a huge hug. "YAHTO~! Aaaw, chaps! How cute! Nice to see you, you're in gym too? What a tizzy, but it's rather nice to have a lot of people I know" The girl rambled on for a moment before the gym teacher announced an all-for-one basketball tournament.
Basketball....
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??~owo;;;
The short girl tilted her head as if she was trying to comprehend a extremely difficult calculus question. Far from that... like the girl had any idea, though...
However, when the ball flew away, the girl twirled to look at her classmates spring into action...
Oh oh! That means she has to run, too!
And then the will of Eisenkasten took place.
The first hard step she took to begin running released a loud click from her heels, only to spring the girl forward.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE"
Whipping upward toward the roof like a silver bullet, the shoes were spring loaded and were sending her upward in a huge bound. The girl jumped in a large arc, barely scraping the roof of the gym... but...
What comes up....
O____O DON'T SAY IT!!!
....must come down...
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"LOOKOUTLOOKLOUTLOOKOUTDON'THITMEGAAAAAAAAAAAH!" As the girl's indecipherable babbling rang in the gym she clutched her body into gym as she dropped back the floor. As she collided with the ground (Barely missing Matthew, luckily for him), the shoes sprung off the floor once again. Afraid to see what was about the happen next, the girl clamped her hands over her eyes. Up, up, and away. However, this time there wasn't going to be a soft landing. On the way down, she had ironically reached a very unfortunate spot.
The net.
Luckily though, she had not jumped as high as last time, so her landing wasn't as rough... but... it still would hurt like a bitch. As she shot down into the net, her rear seemed to almost sink into the net and she was stuck in it. Releasing a cry of pain, her hands released from her eyes as she looked around. "...Whe...Where... Where am I--". The girl's eyes flicked down to see the ground below... she was in the basketball net. Instinctual time, lets get out! Her hands clamped to the ring of the net and tried to pull herself out, with no avail. She was stuck.
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PANIC TIME!
Kicking her legs violently the girl tried to wiggle her way out, not getting much luck.
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Post by Helga Eisenkasten on May 30, 2008 16:40:40 GMT -8
Eisenkasten looked at her watch and frowned, a vein in her forehead throbbing violently. Miss Eisenkasten looked absolutely livid, as if a second Pompeii explosion were about to occur right there in the gym. She lifted the whistle to her chapped lips and blew so hard into it that the little ball within flew out of the whistle.
"STOOPID CHILDRENZ!" She roared, her voice clearly audible down the hallway. "ONLY FOUR OF YOU TOO BE PARTICIPATINK?! YOU JOIN JIM CLESS, YOU PARTICIPATE, DA?!" She stepped forwards in front of the line, shouting at them at her full force (which was surprisingly much louder than normal), spittle flying from her lips. She pointed at the respective people who had not made a single move in the entire five minutes. "JOO! ROLAND, YAHTO, SHAKE (stupid name), OLEYSA, EEMILY. JOO ALL HAVE DETENTION VITH ME! NOO EEXCEPTIONZ!" She heaved extensivly, her chest heaving.
Breathing heavily to control her anger, Eisenkasten pointed at Delilah. "JOO. TATTOOED VUN. GO HELP BUNNY OUT OF NET." She went to the stroage room and emerged a few moments later with a huge wrestling mat in tow. She tossed it down in the middle of teh gym, and straightened it with her toe. "VE HEEF NEW ACTEEVITY. JOO ALL HEEF BREIF SPAR VITH MINESELF." Miss Eisenkasten stood in the center of the mat, arms folded over her chest as she smiled broadly. "MIZZ BLECK. JOO ARE FIRST."
OOC:
In regards to the detentions, you all had AMPLE time to post and reply here. I let this go more than a week. You not posting here is your own damn faults. Not mine.
Arim won the basketball game (swish~)
You will each attack Miss Eisenkasten ONE AT A TIME. One spar will last two posts for each opponent. You post, I post, You post, I post, FIGHT OVER. That way.
If your first post is not within three days after the ending post of the person before you, I will take into my own hands and automatic KO, excluding you from the class for good (unless you talk to me about it first).
Your fight order is the same as your posting order.
You can spectate post in between, but do not interfere. Doing so leads to detention.
You cannot wear shoes. (Miss Eisenkasten is very particular about holes in her wrestling mat. Treat it like you would a frequently used mattress. She does O.o;;
Go.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 30, 2008 17:52:33 GMT -8
Delilah was about to defend against Mathew (albeit poorly) when the whistle blew, making Delilah wince and letting the ball escape from her as she turned to look. She was about to shout something like 'What the hell'z your problem' when she say the expression on the teachers face.
.....
Delilah stepped back, something she rarely did, unless it was a strategic move. And then, maybe it was. If she stepped back another few paces, she'd be out of the teacher's reach. She'd be safe. Safe seemed to be important in this class.
VERY important.
She watched as the other students got yelled at and sprayed with a shower of Ms. Eisenkasten's saliva, and winced in pity of them. Ouch. If this was gym class, she could only imagine what detention would be like with....THAT. Suddenly, the teacher turned her attention to Delilah.
"JOO. TATTOOED VUN."
"Huh?" Delilah looked around then down. The tattoo on her thigh was clearly visible in this outfit.
"GO HELP BUNNY OUT OF NET."
"Uhh..." She turned to see Arim struggling to get out of the net and couldn't help but chuckle as she took off her heels, making her way towards Arim barefoot. She was kinda high up. This could be tricky. Her mind worked through an idea as she approached."Need a hand?" She called up, her feet moving faster beneath her. She pushed off the ground with surprising ease, her hands onlyjust touching the rim of the basketball net. She grabbed onto it and pushed herself up with shaking triceps. She smiled at Arim and gave her a small wave. Delilah managed to turn so her back faced Arim, then, bending her legs up, put them through the underside of the net, hooking them around the rim she was just holding as she let herself drop. She looked at the floor for a moment, and swallowed, grateful that the relative skimpyness of her gym clothes weren't falling over herself.
Doing a mid air breast stroke, Delilah started herself in a swinging motion. At the peak of her third swing towards Arim, Delilah bent her back up, and gripped her roomate round the waist, pulling her through teh net as gravity took charge. She let go as they fell, landing on her feet as she steadied Arim, trying to prevent her from flying up and out of the stratosphere again.
When both of them were back with their peers, listening to the instructions and gazing warily at the wrestling mat. A spar? With....THAT?! Delilah chuckled. Oh dear lord...I pity the poor sucker who has to fight her fi-
"MIZZ BLECK. JOO ARE FIRST."
Ah, crap.
She stepped onto the mat tenatively and ran an uneasy hand through her hair. "Craaap..." she muttered, glancing around with uncharacteristic embarrassment. She settled into her ninjutsu stance. It didn't look like Eisenkasten was going to make the first move, so...
Delilah pivoted to the left, her footwork rapid without the hinderance of her boots. She rolled her hands around eachother as she would suddenly stepped forward, thrusting her open palm into the abdomen of her teacher. Meanwhile, her right leg (the one she stepped with) would try and unlock Eisenkasten's knee in an attempt to make her fall backwards.
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Post by seishounohana on May 30, 2008 19:56:54 GMT -8
-sighs-
"STOOPID CHILDRENZ! ONLY FOUR OF YOU TOO BE PARTICIPATINK?! YOU JOIN JIM CLESS, YOU PARTICIPATE, DA?!" the teacher said, basically blowing them over with raining spit and a voice that could shake the dead, "JOO! ROLAND, YAHTO, SHAKE (stupid name), OLEYSA, EEMILY. JOO ALL HAVE DETENTION VITH ME! NOO EEXCEPTIONZ!"
Emily frowned, her left arm had been hurting. Basketball wasn't exactly the most interesting game for someone who most recently had dislocated almost all the bones involving her forearm. Layla had a tough time relocating all those bones too...
... and now, she had to face detention... with THIS woman, of all people. At least she wouldn't be alone. That was the only good thing.
Well, it's too late to show her Layla's letter. Though, sparring with this teacher should be fun.
What now?
Well she sat at a distance, watching the spar between Delilah and the eccentric Gym teacher. Well, not before taking her boots off first. They were comfy and all but... she'd have to prepare herself for the upcoming encounter with the teacher.
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Post by olesya on Jun 2, 2008 8:13:38 GMT -8
[ooc: Sooo sorry! .__. My computer's broken. But I will try to get on more to at least finish up these threads, I didn't mean to drop them.]
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Click! What? Olesya tugged on her wrists, looking over her shoulder as a pair of pink handcuffs had been attached to her wrists. What in the world?! Olesya scowled, though her eyes were wide as she watched the gym teacher stomping around. Flexing her shoulders experimentally, she bent her knees, sitting down with her knees tucked into her chest as she slid her shackled hands under her feet to the front of her and standing back up. If she was going to be shackled she was going to at least have the advantage of having her hands in front of her instead of behind her like some kind of criminal (or jailbait, in this sense).
Unfortunately, as she was doing this the game had already started and the gym teacher wasn't at all pleased, stomping around and shouting about detention. Ohhh man. She tested the cuffs, listening to the woman say they were all going to attack her one at a time.
Now normally someone would have a problem fighting when cuffed up, but Olesya's fighting style utilized her feet more than her hands, so it wouldn't bee too tough. It was a challenge, and since she'd failed to participate in the basketball game, she might as well do something correctly, yeah?
Still trying to slip out of the cuffs, Olesya stood to the side, waiting her turn.
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the jester…he was RUINING HER FANSTASY!
