[ Poll ] Galafray's Monster Academy ~*P*R*I*V*A*T*E*~

Pointless poll tiem~!

Noob.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
HECK YEAH!		25.0%	[ 3 ]
Eggs.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
Haha.. I'm ignoring the "private" sign.. XD I'm cool.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
*raeps poll*		25.0%	[ 3 ]

Total Votes: 12

[Seven Strike]

Coach Pain marched quickly to the boy's locker room door and slammed open the door.

Inside were rows and rows of lockers painted in the school's colors. In between each row was a painted bench, long since vandalized by previous generations of "____ was here"s. On the far side was an open archway that led into the shower room/bathroom.

Grabbing a clipboard that was sitting on the nearest row of benches, the male coach barked to the boys, "ALRIGHT!! LINE UP IN AL-FA-BET-EE-KULL ORDER!!"
He pronounced each syllable of the word "alphabetical" with a strange, taunting malice.

Reading the attendence off the clipboard quickly, he listened to the boys scramble to get in order....

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Claire followed the line into the girl's locker room. It was nearly identical to the boys described above yet strangely... cleaner feeling.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter quickly hurried to the spot very much near the front of the forming line. Luckly, Asplund came after an 'Abbott' 'Adams' and 'Anderson'. He glanced over at the rest of the boys, spoting the very strange boy from last block. He wondered what the boy's real name was, surely it wasn't K.R., who would name there kid THAT?


Emiri glanced around at the group of girls, not many of them were interesting. She pulled her mind out of the thoughts as Coach Hurts walked over to the slightly less-vandalized looking benches compared to the boys. "You will have assign seats. You will sit there everyday. You will not talk when I take the roll every day." Coach Hurts picked up her whistle again, and gave a sharp blow. " I SAID THERE WILL BE NO TALKING!"

Two girls who had been whispering to each other behind their hands quickly stoped all sounds, staring wide eyed at Coach Hurts.


Emiri smirked a bit, waiting for it.... wait for it... wait-

"Twenty laps after class, both of you!" Coach Hurts snaped, then began calling out each name in alphabetical order, pointing at a spot on the bench when she called each name.

[Seven Strike]

Though you couldn't tellfrom the glare on his lenses- K.R. was intently glaring at Dexter. If looks could kill....

Coach Pain, reaching the R's, stared at K.R, nodded a bit, and made a smug look that was about 4 steps below a smile. "Good to see you again, River. Can we count on you being on the team again this year?"

K.R. shrugged with boredom and got in his place.

After finishing up his roll, the coach glared at his students. "ALRIGHT JERRY, I'M FINISHED!!!" he called.

A very short, mousy-looking man scurried into the room from a door on the opposite corner of the room from the showers marked "OFFICE". He carried a scale, measuring chart, and had measuring tape hung around his neck like a scarf. When he reached the boys, he set down a scale. Moving in short, jerky movements, he spoke in short, half-finished scentenctes that all ran together like, "Well actually my name is notb-but you can call meoh m-my look at the t-timeI should g-get started nowhmmyes."
Motioning to the first boy in the line, he pulled the boy onto the scale when he was close enough to reach him and then almost immediatly dragged him off. He worked quickly, taking off his measuring tape and measuring the boy in reacord time. Taking the clipboard from Pain, the man wrote down the boy's measurements and then proceded to the next boy...

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Claire's eyes widened. WOW. That's a harsh punishment.... It was a good thing she almost never talked. Hearing her last name, she scrambled to the spot on the benches, not wanting to anger Hurts. She couldn't help but notice her spot was somewhat close to the end- her last name starting with an "S".

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter shuffled slightly backwards nervously. He didn't really want to know how much he weighed, or what his measurements were. He watched as Jerry (who... we will just keep calling Jerry, because he never finished his sentence) sped threw taking measurements and weights of the boys ahead of him.

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Coach Hurts continued to call out names untill she finally got down to Emiri's last name. She stared at it for a few seconds, "... That asain?" She asked, looking up at Emiri.

Emiri twitched a bit. "Yes..." Emiri paused for a second, then quickly added "Ma'am."

Coach Hurts nodded, "Well, get in your spot!" She then turned to the rest of the class. "Memorize where your spot is, if i see you sitting anywhere else, You'll get 100 laps around gym, Do i make myself clear?!"

[Seven Strike]

Jerry finished measuring the boy in front of Dexter and, while Dexter was not paying attention, grabbed the faery by the wrist and dragged him onto the scale. He tightened his meanuring tape on Dexter's waist, chest, hips, and neck and quickly took his lengths. When he was finished, he sent him back off into the line and started again.

~

Needless to say, everyone immediately nodded.

Claire now began to wonder what was going to happen next. And how much longer until the bell rang.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter stummbled onto the scale, he stood akwardly as Jerry took his measurements. He moved back as Jerry finished, a bit amazed by the speed in which Jerry moved.

~

On the other side of the gym, Coach Hurts was begining to take everyone measurements. In the boy's locker-room there was Jerry-who-wasn't-really-named-Jerry, in the girl's locker-room... they had Coach Hurts.

She pulled the first girl over to the scale, squinting her eyes a tiny bit, she read out the girls weight... loud enough for everyone to hear. She continued on measure the girl, calling out each measurement loudly. Then she moved on to the next. It was slower than Jerry's work, but, just as effective for making the students feel akward.

[Seven Strike]

Jerry finished up the A's and flew through the B's and C's with ridiculous speed. He continued down the alphabet, measuring K.R. who gave the appearance that he was used to it- even nodding at Jerry and recieving a greeting nod back. When he finally finished the extensive list of gym students, he collapsed a bit on the bench, taking in shallow, deep breaths.

Pain waited impatiently for him to finish catching his breath. Wimp.

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Claire, lost in her own thoughts about... Claire things, was completely unaware of her surroundings and the approaching of her turn to be measured.

[spaztastic psycho]

Coach Hurts continued down the line, coming up on the S's. She pulled the still day-dreaming Claire onto the scale...... the old time scales at the top sank unevenly. Coach Hurts looked at it, then at Claire, and began adjusting it untill it was balenced. She stoped, looking at the weight again, then at Claire. "I'm not even going to ask." She muttered under her breath. She'd dealt with some odd kids before...a few being so light she couldn't even get their weight. She wrote down something on the clip board then continued on with measuring Claire, shaking her head a bit after annoucing the measurments.

[Seven Strike]

Claire looked like she could have died right on the spot. Hanging her head in shame, she sunk back into her spot on the benches all while failing to hide the fact that her face was the color of a ripe tomato ((Lol, Gizz)). It was true... she was quite heavy.. and quite flat. A very confusing and embarrassing combination.

~

Taking the clipboard from the still-gasping Jerry, Pain quickly APPEARED to reveiw it.. but there was no proof this brute could even read. Nodding a bit, he dropped it back on the bench with a nice, resounding "CLANG!". Once the echo was finished, he stared up at the boys again with that usual prison warden glare. "WELL.. now that we've finshed with THAT- I WOULD say we'd start a few basic strength/endurance tests.. But ever since that accident last year, Galafray told me I had to at least wait till day two to give you all Hell." And then, with a bitterness like no other, he added, "Free-time, Kiddies."

Jerry, meanwhile, was picking up all his equipment and nervously scurrying back into the office.

[spaztastic psycho]

Coach Hurts finished taking all the measurments, still calling each out loudly.

Emiri crossed her arms, she hated having her measurments taken. She didn't need some gym teacher telling her that she was oddly proportioned. She crossed her arms and stared off at the wall. With out really thinking it, she began to shift threw the thoughts of different students untill she came upon one that was familier... one that had cookies all over the subconcious.

[Seven Strike]

Claire fidgetted uneasily, still feeling extremely self-conscious. This could possibly be the worst day of her life... Well- not ALL bad... She thought of the happy times- IE: that morning. She felt herself blush for.. different reasons.

~

A few minutes after Coach Pain had marched back into his office (seeing as most people didn't dare actually speaking at first- in case it was a trap), the gym seemed to generally relax. Except for one student in particular, who was now skulked off to the side of the boy's locker room- hiding out behind the lockers.. waiting for Dexter to move so he could persue.

You can't hide from me, Asplode.

[spaztastic psycho]

Coach Hurts picked up the clip board, "Free-time everyone." She said in her naturally loud voice (though not as loud as Coach Pain). With out any other explination, Coach Hurts walked out of the Girls locker room and walked across the gym to the boy's. Not knocking or anything, she just walked right into the locker room, past all of the guys and went into the office.


Dexter looked around nervously, he didn't really know anyone there, so.. he didn't talk. Seeing a few other boys finnally leave the gym, he decided to follow. Better to be sitting out on the bleachers then be in the locker room.


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Emiri scratched the bridge of her nose, still staring at the wall across from her... listening attentively.

[Seven Strike]

Several guys stared with confusion at the random entracne of the female coach. Awkwaaaard... Was she always gonna do that?

K.R. silently (or.. at least as far as he was concerned) followed Dexter out of the locker rooms and into gym area. He was seemingly aware of his complete lack of ninja skillz or how loud his sneakers were against the basketball court floor.

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Sable tapped his pencil with boredom, not even listening to the class going on before him. Instead, his mind kept drifting back to cookies. Warm.. chocolatey chip cookies. And jellyfish- but that's not really important. Did you know they can't have periods? Just a thought. Anyways- he was thinking of cookies.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter glanced behind him at K.R., who was making a great deal of noise. He speed up a bit, and picked out a random spot to sit at on the bleachers. He watched as a few of the guys (who had clearly taken PE before, and actually liked it) were starting to play basketball off to the side of the court.

Dexter made a mental note to himself:
Ask Sable what basketball was.

~

Emiri shook her head, drawing herself back to the present and her own thoughts, not that they were any interesting... much funner to listen to other peoples thoughts.

[Seven Strike]

K.R. swerved hard off to the side of the bleacher area, climbing up a far seperate area from Dexter's and reaching the top before making his way back around to the-not-ghost-boy's location. Settling finally in a place a few rows behind Dexter, he kept a close eye for any sort of suspicious activity.

~

Claire was still off in lala land.. though now she was fantiscising about.. living in a house with some older guy and him giving her a foot rub and making her breakfast... *cough*