Home Economics

[Larry Allman]

Home Economics Class

So, the idea hit him, like so many often did. While he was in the middle of puffing a joint, just about the pass it off to Joe when he gasped, inhaling too much and so began the hacking and coughing. Joe merely stared at Larry for a few seconds before letting out a giggle, of course it was funny to him. Actually, it was kind of hilarious, which caused the brunette to laugh too.Which between the couching and laughter, it made breathing rather difficult.Once he managed to quell the chuckles and catch his breath, the tall young man went to lean back. Sadly, forgetting he was on the bed, he fell backward into the pile of blankets and various other questionable things. The plan having been mostly forgotten for the evening.

That was the day that I formed this amazing plan... Surely, if all went according to plan, my life would never be the same.. I'D BE A FREE MAN! A LAZY ONE! Oh yes, things were looking good.. Even if I don't know the students... or how well they'll take things. This is gonna be sick...

He spent the next few days planning, thinking of what to wear, the sign up sheet, and of course how to execute his plan. It wasn't going to be easy, after all some of the students had noticed him. Maybe they'd not pay a great deal of attention to him,or maybe he needed to go incognito.. Wait...dooodddd, that sounded like far too much effort. Thinking, laundry, and using his break for plotting, YESSS IT WAS CUTTING INTO HIS TIME. Was Larry going to give up? LIKE HELL HE WAS. There was too much work, he was too deep into it already.. No backing out.

That day he went to work with his normal uniform on. Grey shirt, school logo and blue jeans. Although deep within his bag, hidden in a plastic bag, there was the 'teacher clothes', as he so dubbed them.He had post his listing a week ago and watch as it filled up slowly over the week. IT WAS FRIDAY, the sheet was finally full, so before any students appeared, he took the list and hid it. Laughing to himself as he walked to the janitorial lounge. For most of the day he spent his day slowly cleaning faculty bathrooms, opposed to sweeping the floors of the school. Can't risk being seen, right~? Also when he had the time, he'd lock the home economics rooms, they weren't in use that day anyways. When lunch time rolled around, the young man wandered off to the lounge, changing and heading off.

Room 234? [[OOC: I just noticed what I did....lawls. Also... Yes 234 would be on the second floor.... it goes down lots of stairs...kay xD]]

It was a door which lead down stairs to the boiler room/ supply closet. Taping the list to the door, Larry played the waiting game. Sitting his arse down, he'd stare at the door.. EVER WAITING...for the students.

The question was.....

Will this work?


[[OOC: one more person can sign up..... UUUHHHHHHHH HAVE FUN<33 ]]

[Jayr Byrne]

Room 234

Home Economics.
Under any other occasion Jayr would figure this class to be the sexist class that would subjugate women to working out of the home. That was of course until she noted that she was the only girl in here. Her eyes scanning over the online registry checking out the names with a bit of a twitch. Why did she have to drop that class back at 774 and have to retake it. She banged her head repeatedly against the desk before rolling off her whimsical spiny chair and roll into her closet coming out completely changed.

Her hair lying back weaving over her shoulder, a long weaving dress that complimented her curvy figure and the ever present high heels that made her taller than a good number of boys at the school. That being with the exception of Katashi, but that was just being hopeful. She rolled her eyes quickly making her way to her car outside and tearing off to class. Room 234, on the upper level, this would be the first class she had up there so a new adventure she'd be embarking upon today. Escalating the stair case and bumping into the otherwise empty room.

"Hi, I'm Jayr."

She'd introduce herself happily to the teacher giving a hand to shake if he'd be so willing. She'd look entirely carefree despite the amount of books she was carrying making her look to be an extremely balanced character on the edge of plummeting to a lopsided demise.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Kazuya walked down the hallway and then down the stairs, holding his book bag underneath his right arm, his other hand in the pocket of his track pants, his blade strapped on the left side of his waist. Having learned that History class was canceled until further notice, he was stuck still having to earn the one measly credit before he could graduate and get his diploma, so as a result, he signed up for the only remaining class that wasn't full, Home Economics. Once he reached the "classroom", or the boiler room as everyone else knew it as, he walked in. Unlike his previous experiences, this time, the teacher was here, and the only other occupant of the room was, who else? Jayr. He then headed towards the desks, seemingly glaring at her with his fierce hawk eyes, even though he really wasn't at all, as he sat down in the nearest seat.

He left his binder and pencil bag inside his bag, instead placing his book bag down on the ground before slouching slightly in his chair as he folded his arms lightly across his chest, his hawk eyes peering around from behind his black hair, making him look unhappy, when he wasn't. Once he had gotten the credit for the class, he wouldn't have much of a reason to come back to the high school. Still, he would miss the high school, and probably would return once in while, nostalgia and all. Rolling his shoulders, his legs were stretched out underneath the desk in front of his, already he was starting to get bored, and class hadn't even begun yet.

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So, Kiyoshi was on his way to class. Nothing all that out of the ordinary there other than some of the other stronger students might be there as well. That was because most of them seemed to be in AP course or at least higher level while he was a C average student in mid-level courses. Any intelligence he had was not in what most classes wanted... with the exception of this one! Home Economics meant cooking, which he loved to do and was good at. Sure there was other stuff probably, or his counselor had lied to him! But it was damn well worth a shot to find out.

Casually the young Japanese student strolled in noting two very interesting facts. Jayr was also in this class and the teacher was the guy would had smelled of pot that he'd seen walking by outsider a few days earlier. Oh how fate was being kind... a dirty little secret on a teacher? Granted most of the teachers were seriously psychotic freaks but still, it might have its uses in one way or another. However, rather than do anything at the current moment in time, Kiyoshi simply strolled over to an empty seat and plunked himself down to wait for the start of class.

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Normally Jaus would've looked out of place. Home Economics was primarily an assortment of cooking, cleaning, and home maintenance as far as he'd been led to believe. He seemed much more the opposite type of person, one chained down to the gym as he entered the room with sleeveless muscle shirt totting a bag over his shoulder filled to the brim with his equipment, weights still plastered to his arms.

A monotoned grunt and nod as he passed Jayr, she'd been a great adversary but Jaus didn't know how to bring himself to talk with her at least under a social settings. The word most commonly used for that was shy. The word he was using was precautious. Tentatively so he'd manage his way past center choosing the leftmost of the center aisles and setting his bag to his right perhaps closing the walkway down center.

[Roth O'Roak]

Home Economics. Roth had no idea why he had that class. The mysterious man, Esau had done up his whole schedule stating he hand picked each class himself. Why Home Ec. Roth knew how to clean up after himself and live on his own. He supposed his cooking could use some improvement.

The tall man from Boston struggled to find the room, or anything in that place. It was only his first or second week here. He was still adjusting. Roth eventually found the room, but waited watching about 4 people walk in before him. He recognized Jayr. Then he remembered he still had a lot of planning to do with the Student Liberation Front.

Roth slowly eased himself into the room. Then he followed an odd set of stairs. Now Roth knew he was heading into the basement or some sort of maintenance room. As he got down he looked around at the few students and what he supposed was the 'teacher', then to Jayr.

"Hey Jayr, how ya been?"

[Larry Allman]

Larry watched as his pawns fell into place. One by one appearing in the room. The first was a girl, whom he had the honor of meeting first. She went right up and introduced herself, offering him a hand. Oh how nice. Shaking her hand, Larry smiled. "Charming to meet you Jayr. I'm Larry Allman." Perhaps not the most teacher like name... BUT NO ONE HAD TO KNOW...

He'd watch as the rest of the males appeared.. one by one.Perfeeeccttttt, he had the strength necessary for driving the students to doing his dirty work. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGH? Surely, no one would be able to guess that he was merely a year or two older.. Maybe even the same age.

BUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Perhaps it was evil, maybe too much for the 'hero' of the school.. Maybe it was the lesson everyone needed to learn.. What was that lesson? THERE WAS A FORCE... Something that did clean up the messes, the working man that struggled to keep up with the fixing and cleaning of the school. Yes, there were other who toiled away in secret, unnoticed to those who didn't see the working class man. STRUGGLING FOR HOURS AFTER THE STUDENTS... for mere minimum wage and no benefits!

WHAT WAS THE WORLD COMING TO.


Yes, Larry had spaced out for a bit, although it would simply look like he had been watching the door. Waiting for the last of his little sheep. Well, the final one would show up eventually,right? HE COULD ONLY HOPE.

Straightening up, the brunette looked to all his 'students' and nodded. "Hello.. I'll be your home economics teacher. As a bit of a mishap, most of those whom clean the school aren't available. It would appear there's some kind of custodial staff meeting. So Mr. Sudeki requested that we take one class to clean up the school a little. You'll get full credit for the day if you help out. Other wise. there is a seat in the detention hall waiting for anyone who disagrees." Larry of course was trying his best to sound stern, which was going pretty well. RESISTING THE URGE TO LAUGH AT THEM.

Of course the plot was a brewing for a while.... It was time to put it into action... BUWHAAHAHAHHAHAA.

"Any objections?"

IT WAS SO HARD NOT TO SMIRK AT THE CHILDREN!

[[Blaziekins! get yer furry ass in here~<3 ]]

[David B.]

David burst into the room, covered in dirt, some flour on his face, and a small smudge of blood dripping from his chin.

"Am i late!?"

--------------Ten minutes earlier---------------

"Zzzzzzz"

The loud, resounding snore echoed peacefully across the campus, the young and content Blaze sleeping peacfully beneath the watchful arms of Leon's clock tower. His alarm on his watch was going off, to alert him to the class in which he was currently suppose to be at. Rolling over, David clutched the post without conscious thought, off in dreamland with no cares in the wo-

GONG

David jumped.

GONG

The clock tower above him began sounding loudly, the now high-nerved Blaze looking around for the individuals who decided to wake him. Seeing nobody present, he looked down at his watch, letting out a violent "FUCK!" Before he took off running, not paying any mind to the tree root that decided to grasp his foot. Faceplanting magnificently in a pile of dirt, mud, and soot, he unhooked his leg and took off, coming to the first door he could see, which happened to lead right into the back part of the kitchen. Blasting through the door and sending shards of metal everywhere, David was met with a man running through his path, carrying a bowl of chicken and flour.

CRASH

"SHIT!"

David shook his head quickly, sending white powder everywhere as he burst through another door, running through the halls as he saw his class door in sight- right at the end of the hall. So focused was he on his destination, that the "floor slick, just waxed" sign was an absolute intrusion, So when his feet slide out from under him and his face slammed into the edge of the bench, David could only growl as he came to his hands and knees, crawling across the slick parts before moving his ass with a quickness to burst through the door-

----------present----------

After speaking, he looked around at all those present, wiping his bloody mouth on his sleeve as he walked into the room, making his way to the desk near the back. Good thing his face was covered in mud- it would hide his beat red cheeks.

OOC((Sorry, forgot about this! Hope the entertainment value made up for it!!))

[Jayr Byrne]

Getting past.....the past

"Charming to meet you Jayr. I'm Larry Allman."

Jayr openly taking the teacher's name with one hand as the other inclined a mug of coffee between her lips with the subtle satisfaction. From what she could tell this guy was cool. What teacher introduced himself by his first and last name? None, they generally applied the last name solely. A wide smile as she was to turn about stopping short with a familiar voice.

"Hey Jayr, how ya been?"

A wide smile turning to greet Roth, pleasantly taking another sip of coffee before offering a hug. She was a huggy person.

"Hey Roth, good to see you here. Good with your hands? Maybe we could be buddies."

Jayr would smile and laugh before turning about picking a seat strategically. The front row, which just so happened to be to the left of Kazuya. See what I mean by strategy. She was truely attempting to begone of the past that and the simplest thing as far as fighting went it made her feel more capable of letting that little slip up back at 774 go. All the same being a woman she wouldn't ever entirely let it go. But it was after all a step in a better direction.

"Hey Mr. Mopey face!"

Jayr would say planting herself beside him as she let down her mug and books on the table while her purse got slid off hr arm and to the floor by her seat.

"K'mon.... smile.....for once."

Jayr would tease him playfully sticking her tongue out, though there was no malcontent she really was enjoying this little incident all the more than brooding and being a negative nancy.

"Hello.."

Jayr's attention would shift forward abruptly, okay maybe she was also a bit of a teachers pet, particularly when the teacher was cool like Larry.

"I'll be your home economics teacher. As a bit of a mishap, most of those whom clean the school aren't available. It would appear there's some kind of custodial staff meeting. So Mr. Sudeki requested that we take one class to clean up the school a little. You'll get full credit for the day if you help out. Other wise. there is a seat in the detention hall waiting for anyone who disagrees."

A bit stunned by what he said Jayr would laugh out loud thinking what he said was after all a joke. Her laugh stopping as soon as he proclaimed that there shouldn't be any objections.

"Oh...he's not kidding."

Then of course in came bumbling Blaze. Even that wasn't enough to bring Jayr out of the slight stupor.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Yawning widely, Kazuya slouched down even more in his seat as the door opened and a familiar face came in, it was the Japanese guy who had addressed Kazuya as 'Fire' before, as the guy plunked himself down into an empty seat. Next to come in was another familiar face, it was the guy that Kazuya had bet money on, who gave a grunt to Jayr before sitting down in one of the seats located on the leftmost of the center aisles of seats. The door then opened once more, as a unfamiliar face came in (Because if Kazuya knew Roth here, that would be a time paradox... and god-modding), though the guy seemed to know Jayr, who took a sip from her mug before hugging the guy, calling him Roth. Yawning widely once more, he heard Jayr laugh before heading towards him, appearing to have chosen the seat next to him, on his left. Well this was new. He hadn't expected her to sit next to him, and though the two of them were starting to mend the ties, c'mon, she was a girl, girls will always hold a little bit of a grudge, they'll never let something go entirely.

"... Oh that hurts, Jayr." Kazuya replied, as he saw her plunk down into the seat beside him, her books and mug on the table while her bag was placed down on the floor. "... And you think I'll do it just because you asked so nicely?" He retorted, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he saw her stick her tongue out playfully at him. Hard to believe that a few months ago, the two of them were fighting like a cat and dog. Sighing in mock exasperation, he held his hands up and shook his head, before smiling slightly at her. The class then started, as the teacher told them what they would be doing, which was apparently quite hilarious to Jayr, as she laughed out loud, stopping the moment the teacher said what would happen to those that disagreed. "Could've fooled me..." He muttered quietly to her, as the door slammed opened, a figure covered in mud and what looked like flour came walking in, as Kazuya's eyes flared in mild surprise, it was... "... David...?"

It was David, as the only School Captain Kazuya had ever worked under willingly wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, making his way to the very back. "..." Looking over to Jayr, he saw she was still stunned, as he waved his hand in front of her face. "Hello? Earth to Jayr? Anybody home? You want to work together for this... task? Hello?"

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Kiyoshi would usually have propped his legs up on the desk once he sat down but this time was different given what he believed the class to be. Soon that idea was shot down as the teacher basically said they would be replacing the custodial staff for the day. It would be a huge exaggeration to say that Kiyoshi was peeved at this latest development. He was borderline nuclear and damn well ready to kill the person who had suggested this class to him. Anyone who glanced in his direction would see this fury boiling up inside him until it finally burst out. Kiyoshi slammed his fist into the desk as he shot up to his feet with a grim stare at the so-called teacher.

“What the fuck have you been smoking?!”

It would have seemed like just another derogatory outburst from a lackluster student to everyone else but if the teacher wasn’t too far out of it or lacking in memory he might remember the day they passed by each other. That also made it a bit of a rhetorical question as they both knew what… regardless Kiyoshi walked away from his desk toward the door with his stuff slung over his shoulder again, pausing only a couple of steps from the door.

“I’ll take the seat in detention… which way is it?”

It was obvious that Kiyoshi was dead serious. There was no way some pothead was going to get him to clean rooms for a class. There wasn’t a reward outside of getting a custodians paycheck that would make him do it.

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Jaus wasn't sure where to take this one, Larry seemed like a cool guy. To start. Then of course like all things this school deviated from was the truth, and like all those things it'd turn out that the good ol' teacher Larry Allmen would suddenly drop on their plates the responsibility of otherwise low class workers at their expense.

A muggy frown settled on his features turning his silent appearance even further from the norm. "So..."

Jaus would resist speaking managing to gulp down on the bile in his throat before sitting upright to get rid of that bit of nervous tension.

"What exactly are we doing?"

ooc: Fail post

[Roth O'Roak]

"Aw man, I thought we were gunna learn cooking and shit. I'm hungry."

Roth hugged Jayr, but then turned his attention to the teacher. So they were just gunna be janitors today huh. Oh well, it could be worse. Long Beach was the second gayest city in California, they could've wanted to draw him named...or Jayr naked...wait, no. Thats not gay, but could be awesome.

He took a seat behind Jayr. Both of them seemed to be staring at someone, Roth didn't know who. Didn't matter to him. Roth looked to Jayr, and then to her friend...someone else. Looking to that man trying to get Jayr's attention, Roth stretched out his hand for a shake.

"Hey man. Name's Roth. Wanna work together cleaning shit up? Ya know, all 3 of us I mean."

He hoped he'd take his offering of friend ship. Well he knew Jayr, Marcus was his out of school buddy. And then here was Elke and Brad...that was about it. The more the merrier he supposed. Plus he didn't need more people against him right now.

[Larry Allman]

He was silent, listening to the students agree and of course the one say no... WAIT A MOMENT. That was the epic Asian, right? He'd have to deal with him, apparently the guy knew his... other side. Or at least the fact he was good friends with spinach.

SOOOO FIRST TO CLEAR THE ROOM OUT.

No, farting wasn't the way to do so.... this time.

"Alright, partner up and pick an area of the school. Like One group to the cafeteria for after lunch cleaning. The things needed are already there. For those of you who have picked a hallway where students eat lunch, grab the brooms from here and come back from the mop.. Unless you have your own caddy..... Pack mule or whatever lovely term you have for your partner." Chuckling, he'd kind of smile at the students. "I'll be back when I escort Kiyoshi to the detention room."

The brunette couldn't help but feel proud that his plan was going into fruition... BUT AT THE SAME TIME... THERE WAS THE THORN IN HIS SIDE. Was he really going to blackmail him... DID HE REALLY KNOW... Could he smell him during their last encounter. Oh what oh what to do.


IT WAS TIME FOR BLUNTMAN.. No... Teacher Larry.... Or something. Anything not to get into trouble, since that could be bad. Have Sudeki find out a janitor was posing as a teacher.... Getting the students to do his bidding, after leading them into his dark and scary boiler room. IT WASN'T LIKE HE WAS A PEDO... He was eighteen and most of them looked like they could kick his ass... Especially Jayr.... The little fox.

ANYWAYS.

Looking to Kiyoshi, he felt his stomach drop, was he going to mess up the plans? MAYBE HE WAS BEING TOO PARANOID!?! Well, if the guy wanted to fuck it up, he would have already, wouldn't he? Plus his first comment could be asked by any outspoken students when given such a strange task.

"Next class will be better. You'll be learning some cooking. ha ha ha" His attention focused on the rest of the class, yes cool Larry was back, right? RIGHT!?! D:



So maybe he could bargain with the guy, becasue... because what!? Since it wouldn't look good to send a student to the detention room.. when he himself wasn't an actual teacher.... FFUUUUUUUUUU----

Larry was in one dilly of a pickle.

[Jayr Byrne]

Working with one's hands

[glow=red,2,300]"Hello? Earth to Jayr? Anybody home? You want to work together for this... task? Hello?"[/glow]

"Huh? Oh right."

Jayr would straighten up quickly looking about the room but remaining relatively silent as Kiyoshi made his peace and quickly tore out of the room, what'd seem like a childish fit by all means which Jayr simply pursed her lips too. Is it so hard to go along with something? Even something simply that may otherwise lead to results. Even though it wasn't a prime example of fun times it led to something good.

"Um sure."

Jayr would smile and shrug upwardly turning about to Jaus as the two boy's bided for a group.

"Hey man. Name's Roth. Wanna work together cleaning shit up? Ya know, all 3 of us I mean."

"K'mon lets all make for a group sounds good right? May not cover the same ground but we'll be sure not to be doing the same place twice."

Jayr smiled with a quick laughter trying to be the equalizer to all things in this situation.

"Alright, partner up and pick an area of the school. Like One group to the cafeteria for after lunch cleaning. The things needed are already there. For those of you who have picked a hallway where students eat lunch, grab the brooms from here and come back from the mop.. Unless you have your own caddy..... Pack mule or whatever lovely term you have for your partner."

Jayr would wait patiently until Larry decided to leave the room before she would rise from her seat and quickly settle her hands over her books considering whether or not to leave them here.

"Well since we're going to be out and about you all just want to put our stuff away in lockers before getting to work? Lets say meet up at the cafeteria in five?"

She'd smile and hop off without taking no as an answer as she skipped off towards her own locker wasting no time to get to work. Sure it wasn't a pleasurable experience to be the janitor's of this school but she figured the sooner they got started the sooner they'd be done.

The same wide grin as she stuffed her purse and books away before the soft clang of her locker fell shut and a quick paced hustle to the cafeteria choosing to sit at the center and wait up for the rest unless of course they'd managed to beat her there.