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[Closed] Welcome to Hell
WHO: Ayano & Malik
WHERE: Detention @ Recolle High
WHEN: 9/18
WHAT: One never does her homework, the other always cuts class! The fated meeting of juvenille disciplinary action finally arrives!
WARNINGS: Malik is here so
My name is Ayano Tateyama and I do not deserve this cruel and unusual punishment!
[Ayano loudly proclaims before falling backwards into her assigned seat, immediately lolling her head back like she’s just been shot. She hasn’t been. Eventually, when she musters up the energy, she swivels her head around the room. It’s a familiar one: Detention. The assigned teacher shuffles in and out of the room--probably working on something way more important than making sure the bad kids aren’t getting any badder. Still, those pesky sign in and sign out sheets mean that she can't just leave, or make a break for it, or go get some cheetos. Which is why she brought her own bag of cheetos. Which she has already eaten. Oops.
After a few minutes of boredly tapping her pencil against her forehead, she starts the audible whining.]
Goddddddd, I didn't even know there was homework, it's only the third week!
[She kicks her feet a bit, continuing to protest despite being completely alone in the detention room.]
I am a prisoner of war...
WHERE: Detention @ Recolle High
WHEN: 9/18
WHAT: One never does her homework, the other always cuts class! The fated meeting of juvenille disciplinary action finally arrives!
WARNINGS: Malik is here so
My name is Ayano Tateyama and I do not deserve this cruel and unusual punishment!
[Ayano loudly proclaims before falling backwards into her assigned seat, immediately lolling her head back like she’s just been shot. She hasn’t been. Eventually, when she musters up the energy, she swivels her head around the room. It’s a familiar one: Detention. The assigned teacher shuffles in and out of the room--probably working on something way more important than making sure the bad kids aren’t getting any badder. Still, those pesky sign in and sign out sheets mean that she can't just leave, or make a break for it, or go get some cheetos. Which is why she brought her own bag of cheetos. Which she has already eaten. Oops.
After a few minutes of boredly tapping her pencil against her forehead, she starts the audible whining.]
Goddddddd, I didn't even know there was homework, it's only the third week!
[She kicks her feet a bit, continuing to protest despite being completely alone in the detention room.]
I am a prisoner of war...