Post by Gabriel Seran on May 13, 2011 17:12:10 GMT -8
*boink*
A rough jab to the face of a rather tired looking teacher would send him into a tense seizing motion before looking back to full. Rubbing his brow Gabriel Seran would rise up to his full height looking down at the grinning three year old. A satisfied look of deviant behavior alight on his face rubbing his palms together with some sort of benevolent plan in order.
"Watch where you poke, might end up losing a finger next time."
With an uncoordinated gesture Zeke would play his finger against his upper and lower lip making an 'Ahblahblahblah' noise quickly dismissing Gabriel's warning and then proceeding to lead the way into the classroom striding with fearless motions until he was now sitting in the teachers chair looking outward onto a lecture hall like class.
Rolling his eyes Gabriel walked onward into the class examining it with a patient eye, an oval section measuring about 15 feet by ten feet, the wider of the two being the length of the class. At the narrow side would be a long inclining set of about fifteen rows of seats layering up towards a top wall where there'd be a projector hidden behind the wall, also leading into a narrow back room. At the other side towards Gabriel's flank would be a large white board spanning the width of the room. Leaning at the right side of the front part of the room would be a two and one half foot desk and behind that being a spinning chair which was now inhabited by the eager 3 year old.
"Can I play?"
Ezekiel would speak quite intelligently, his grin spread wider than before. Being the offspring of two very insidious individuals to think Ezekiel would be anything short of a genius for even a high schoolers level would be short of the truth.
"Heres the deal, no beating them up too bad okay?" Zeke would smile and rub his palms together quickly now, bouncing up and down on the unstable chair.
Stroking his tie Gabriel would move to the side leaning on the board patiently for the students. Checking the time he'd learn that not only was he late but so would his class, unless of course they'd been cleverly hiding amongst the many chairs.
A rough jab to the face of a rather tired looking teacher would send him into a tense seizing motion before looking back to full. Rubbing his brow Gabriel Seran would rise up to his full height looking down at the grinning three year old. A satisfied look of deviant behavior alight on his face rubbing his palms together with some sort of benevolent plan in order.
"Watch where you poke, might end up losing a finger next time."
With an uncoordinated gesture Zeke would play his finger against his upper and lower lip making an 'Ahblahblahblah' noise quickly dismissing Gabriel's warning and then proceeding to lead the way into the classroom striding with fearless motions until he was now sitting in the teachers chair looking outward onto a lecture hall like class.
Rolling his eyes Gabriel walked onward into the class examining it with a patient eye, an oval section measuring about 15 feet by ten feet, the wider of the two being the length of the class. At the narrow side would be a long inclining set of about fifteen rows of seats layering up towards a top wall where there'd be a projector hidden behind the wall, also leading into a narrow back room. At the other side towards Gabriel's flank would be a large white board spanning the width of the room. Leaning at the right side of the front part of the room would be a two and one half foot desk and behind that being a spinning chair which was now inhabited by the eager 3 year old.
"Can I play?"
Ezekiel would speak quite intelligently, his grin spread wider than before. Being the offspring of two very insidious individuals to think Ezekiel would be anything short of a genius for even a high schoolers level would be short of the truth.
"Heres the deal, no beating them up too bad okay?" Zeke would smile and rub his palms together quickly now, bouncing up and down on the unstable chair.
Stroking his tie Gabriel would move to the side leaning on the board patiently for the students. Checking the time he'd learn that not only was he late but so would his class, unless of course they'd been cleverly hiding amongst the many chairs.
OOC: Class is open to whomever joins, Posting order is in order after first round unless I say otherwise. Those who signed up will have priority so I'll pm them if they haven't posted before I post again.