DETENTION (March): Many Hands or Something

[Guy LeGrange]

Guy drew the short straw, and yes, he saw the irony in that. Still, he knew that when it came to deciding what exactly detention consisted of and where it happened to be, the teacher got free reign. Which is why instead of being shut up on a Saturday in, say, the library (where students could bond and get into all kinds of crazy shenanigans instead of writing the essay they were assigned), or a classroom, or, say, an office where they could write "I will not tell lies" onto their arms, they were at the arena.

And things were a mess.

Actually, mess was a bit of an understatement. It looked like a tornado had hit the arena recently. A bit of the stadium seating had been torn up and twisted asunder. The arena floor itself had great gouges taken out of it, not to mention scorch marks. Various dummies and the like had been strewn throughout the place as well. And there seemed to be some kind of hole in the wall. Not to mention a stack of what appeared to be dirty uniforms or padding or something piled ever so neatly along one wall.

And sitting on one of the few remaining benches, a smile on his face and a list in his hand, was Guy Legrange, swinging his legs as though he really wanted to spend his Saturdays doing exactly this.

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"Bullshit." Kayne groaned. Suprisingly, threatening other students was frowned upon and one of the little bitches ratted him out. The boy carefully pulled his hair back, yanking an elastic band on his wrist and putting his hair into a ponytail. He walked into the arena and immediately decided he wouldn't be participating in anything that the dwarf wanted him to do. What were they gunna do kick him out? Fuck it, he didn't want to be here in the first place.

He pulled the golfball sized glass marble out of his jeans pocket and tossed it up into the air, making it start to circle around him. "The fuck do you want us to do, huh?" Kayne asked the trainer, rolling his eyes. Why didn't he just slice the little man's throat right here? Just end it? It could be so easy, as long as he had the upper hand. He knew Guy's power of suppression and couldn't stand it, but as long as he was just the slightest but more quick Kayne could win. He was sure of it.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Oh wow, this place is a mess!" yelled Frank as she walked up to the arena, looking around with interest. She hadn't really thought she'd ever end up here, unless she was throwing some strange kind of party or was possibly cheering on a friend or maybe even gambling on the results of a particular match (which Frank assumed was not only allowed but encouraged). She'd come prepared for, well, Frank's version of detention. Which meant that she wore a pair of brilliant pink jeans and a lime green t-shirt, both of which were probably the rattiest clothing that Frank Cox, heiress to the Cox fortune, owned, meaning that they were probably more expensive than Kayne. No, not everything Kayne wore, but the actual cost of enslaving the young man.

There was also a backpack, the contents of which were probably better left to mystery for now, not the least because it was highly unlikely that Frank actually knew what lay inside them. She kept craning her neck, trying to see if maybe there was a group of desks maybe set up on the far end of the field or something. She heard Kayne's complaint and turned to look at him. "Wow, don't you look scary?" she said, before looking over at the small trainer in charge. Oh, great, the guy that Frank had dumped glitter and confetti on. Super! "Heya Mr. Legrange! I showed up for detention just like I was supposed to! Aren't you glad to see me?"

And she beamed, obviously as happy to be there as anywhere else.

[François Laffont]

François still could not believe he wound p in detention. Despite being friend with the school’s number one prankster and overall queen of randomness, he always managed to get away spotless. Because they knew better of him. But this time, this time he earned a fine detention from Mr LeGrange. For standing up for his friend. As there ever been a stupider reason to punish someone than loyalty? His father couldn’t believe it either but it was not like Franck had the choice. If he didn’t show up, he might as well get it in double and the last thing he wanted was to anger their teacher further.

He was directed towards the Arena for the detention and it made him wonder what they would do. Having a mental power, he rarely went to the arena. You can’t exactly fight someone by telling them they have daddy issues. So when he arrived, he frowned at the sight of the place. Was it always like that? One more reason not to come very often. He looked at the two other people there. He hoped there would be only two. He never did too well in group. Well, there was Frank, he could always hang around her for some positive energy if the others are too grumpy.

He gulped seeing it was none other than Guy LeGrange being in charge of their detention. That couldn’t be good, right? For a second, he wondered what that other guy did to wind up here but the waves of aggressiveness he got from him told Franck not to ask. Instead he slowly walked towards his friend Frank, as if it could be subtle and their teacher might not notice when they were only three more in the room. “Did you get the cookies?” he couldn’t help but ask her. She did mention she’d make some, despite him telling her it might not be a good idea. But he knew she was quite forgetful and with a bit of luck, she didn’t. He had to admit, he was a little scared of what those cookies would be like, or taste. He feared another joke and he didn’t want to get caught up in it again.

[Richard McNeil]

Unlike many students who find their way in trouble, Ricky knew why he was there.  Or, more specifically, he knew of half a dozen reasons why he should be there.  The exact incident that resulted in this punishment could was unknown.  Maybe someone found out about the pool incident?  Maybe it was the fact he hadn't attended a single class, function, meeting, or activity since he'd transferred.  Or maybe, still, it was the life sized Ronald McDonald statue that had somehow made its way into the corner of his room.  Whatever the actual reason, here stood the tall, lanky kid clad in cargo shorts and a white t-shirt with "Don't let the elderly go to waste.  Eat them."  printed in a deep red color on the front.

Ricky had yet to have the pleasure of meeting anyone at the Academy, save for one of his roommates and had no idea what to expect.  Why he'd chosen detention as the first function to attend was beyond him.  Maybe "mutant detention" sounded fun.  As long as the students weren't made to fight. He found that shit stupid.  Nevertheless, here he was looking over the chaotic scenery of the area, the little man sitting on the bench, and then the other students who'd been forced into this.

Little attention was paid to the others in the arena, save for Mr. LeGrange.  He was the only one who really mattered anyway.  "Yeah, I'm here."  He said, the apathy oozing from his voice as he crossed the arena to where the others stood.  Ricky was mindful of the others and gave them, especially the obviously pissed dude, a wide berth.  Upon finding a spot to stand that was decently away from everyone else he let out a low sigh and waited to see what would happen next.

[Charlotte Larkson]

The brunette stared at the paper in her hand for a good long while. "Seriously?" She asked looking up at her teacher. Was this a joke? Charlie had never gotten detention. Not once ever. Granted before coming here she was home schooled and it was difficult to get detention from your mother but that was besides the point. She was an exemplary student. She was not some loser troublemaker yearning for their chance to be part of the Breakfast Club. "This must be some kind of mistake." The tall brunette said, tacking on her signature smile. 

"Oh No Miss Larkson. You've been late to my class three times this semester."
"But they were excused.. I... I had..." She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was there before leaning into her teacher and whispering "I had my period. Surely you understand."

The elderly woman sighed, crossing her arms "That's all well and good but the policy still stands Miss Larkson. Tomorrow. Detention."

She blinked. She couldn't believe how wretchedly unfair this woman was being! Did she not understand human nature? Had she no compassion at all? "Fine." Charlie said, pressing her lips together into a hard line as she gathered her books into her arms. 

The arena was a surprise. She hadn't expected that, but then again she hadn't expected any of this absolutely hellish situation. She felt like a prisoner. The only thing they were missing were the orange jumpsuits. 

As she straightened up the damaged arena she couldn't help but hum to herself part of her newest song. Singing, that was the one thing that could make this go at least a little bit quicker. 
 

[Jack McCarthy]

Woah. Call a teacher “A chick with a dick” Once and suddenly Jack was the bad guy. Well excuse him for being the only one in this school that appreciated the fine art of comedy. Seriously, what happened to the school’s collective funny bone, or maybe it WASN’T a joke? Maybe that was the reason Jack got sent down? Because Jack got to close to the truth. He really was a chick with a dick, and now this was his attempt to stop Jack from revealing his secret to the entire school. So this is how he was going to try to shut up him up like in that Stephan king prison movie…God…he was going to send a group of “Sister” To bum him in the showers wasn’t he?



Sick basterd



But still He might as well get this over with Jack thought as he approached the site where the detention was due to take place nonchalantly kicking a few bits of diebris out of his path with his hands in his pockets as he shuffled in the area casting a look at his follow inmates, before he took a look at the man overseeing the detect-Oh. My. God.



“No, freaking way” Jack exclaimed awe struck a smile growing on his face as he quickly approached Mr. LeGrange leaning in, WAY too close to him as if examining him. “Awww mate, look at your stumble little legs! You’re adorable!” Jack suddenly looked behind him trying not burst out in laughing “Ok, ok. Give it up. Whose the prankster who dressed the midget in a little suit and made him stand in front of the class? Oh my god. You even put a tie on him! That’s hysterical…I…I mean he’s so short! hahahhahah! Oh man…this is the best detention ever. Jack suddenly leaned in and muttered into LeGrange ear “…Between you and me…I’ve always wondered…Are all your parts propositional...or is it like...circus size?” Jack leant back to join the group with a spring in his step “Ok, so when does doopy, wheezy and smelly get here?”

[Maya Wallander]

Detention + Wally = Nothing unusual. If anything, she probably spent more time here than what she did in an actual class. She got detention for the smallest things - which by the way she totally blamed on the teachers lack of humor and patience. So what if she mimicked occasionally farting noises and mimicked the teacher's voice with such utter perfection, the entire class actually believed the teacher would say such- okay, she had to agree, she deserved detention for that one.

Stumbling through the door - arch - whatever the heck it was, Wally took a quick glance around as her eyes settled on Jack; Ohh this could be fun, the brunette mused to herself as she made her way over, dancing over the damaged ground with such ease she was sure she was flying - she wasn't.

Making her way up the bleachers, she stopped in a halt as Jack opened his mouth, her lips dropping into something similar of a gasp. He did not just say that. What the hell was he thinking? Even Wally wasn't that dumb. Egging herself closer, she positioned herself behind the Irish doughnut and slid her arms down his chest, offering the teacher, Mr. LeGrange an apologetic smile, ''You have to excuse my friend here, he's a little-'' she pointed her finger against her temple, circling it,''-Koko.'' she added with batting eyelashes.

Resting her head on Jack's shoulder, ''What the fuck is wrong with you, assface,'' she whispered a hissing tone into Jack's ear, clutching onto the skin on his chest with her nails, hoping that would silence the idiotic mouth of his. Offering Mr. LeGrange another smile, Wally planted a kiss on Jack's cheek before sliding down next to him, ''Looking good today Teach,'' she flashed him her oh-so-famous snarling grin before giving Jack's ribs a good bump with her elbow.

[Guy LeGrange]

Oh, if only Guy had gotten more potential murderers like Mr. DeRemiro. Those were ever so much easier to deal with. Some correction, some redirecting of energies, and you could even turn them into proper citizens. But no, instead, Guy had to get nearly every prankster or class clown in the entirety of Bellefonte. Both "Franks," Ricky, Wally, a girl that Guy actually didn't recognize, and of course...

Jack.

Guy looked up at the boy as he came close, recognizing him from several reports. These sort of things were spread among the staff quite often, especially with photographs. The comments just made Guy smile. It was not a nice smile. Psychopaths smiled like that right before they got out the knife and went to work. His eyebrows did raise as Jack leaned in for his "whispered comments." Guy, however, was not quite as "subtle." "Actually, since you're asking, my cock is quite tremendous in size and girth. Why, I have to wrap it around my waist a few times just to make sure that I don't trip on it with my wee little feet whenever I walk. Now, if we're done talking about your strange obsession with midget genitalia, and thank you, Miss Wallander, I've been informed," Guy stood up, surveying the motley crew of gathered students.

"This is detention, but as you can see," he spread his arms, "we believe in a slightly nontraditional form of it here. So instead of sitting in a room wasting time, you're going to be out here, doing work to benefit your school. I'm sure you're thrilled. I want you to break into teams and begin cleaning this place up," Guy reached up and pushed at a chair that had definitely seen better days. "It's really a mess, isn't it? It's your job to make this place look as good as new. Don't worry though," he smiled, "we have plenty of time."

He paused for a moment, looking over the gathered group. "Well, if there aren't any questions... oh wait," he held up a finger, "just in case you were wondering, yes, you can use your powers. I'd recommend it, actually, unless several of you happen to be professional weight lifters or expert welders."

[Jackson Smith]

Late. As always.

Mr. Jackson Smith strolled down the hall at as a casual pace, well aware of the fact that his detention had already started (in the arena, no less) and yes, he was not there. He could list reasons, but... eh, it was whatever. What he didn't know was who was running the show this time. He'd probably had the whole faculty see him during his numerous, counting detentions - this was most definitely nothing new. He didn't even know what it was for this time, and honestly? He didn't care. Which was why he was so casual about the event. He finally arrived and walked through the doors, catching the end of the teacher's words as he did.

Ah. LeGrange. This would be interesting.

Jack's eyes surveyed the group and he smirked, recognizing Frank, obviously, and some other faces he knew of, and knew the names of, kinda, from just hearing things during lessons and in the halls. It was amazing what the power of hearing could do for you.

He didn't apologize for his tardiness, but at the same time, Jackson didn't eminate the same cockiness that the other Jack, Mr. McCarthy, did.

Shit, this place was a dump. Had they fucked it up before he'd even arrived? That would've been a shame - to have missed it. "Morning!" He called out, his casual pace still in check. He beaded some water off of his fingers and began spinning it subtly beside him, making it loop at his finger tip in a circle with the diameter of about an inch. His smile never left his features. "Alright, Grangey? Didn't miss anything important, did I?"

Ok, maybe he was being a liiiiiittle cocky... so sue him!

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He was surrounded by ignorant fucks now, how lovely. Kayne gave a loud sigh as the most idiotic one of all wouldn't stop talking. Maybe he should just do everyone a favor and slice open his throat? Let's see him try and speak as blood poured out of his neck. A sadistic grin formed on Kayne's lips as he thought of the boy gargling and choking on his own blood.

Kayne looked around as the trainer explained what the detention would be. "And if you choose not to do it?" He asked, looking around at his fellow students. "Then what? Because I don't plan in participating, I don't do this sort of work. I hire someone to do it for me." The boy said, a scowl on his face. "Now, I'll be leaving and paying someone to finish...whatever the fuck it is you want to accomplish with this shithole." He turned to leave, just daring anyone to stop him.

[Guy LeGrange]

{I'm gonna go ahead and try to move it along, since there's a bunch o' us an' people mighta just forgot about this one}

Guy noticed the arrival of one of those Jacksons, and he nodded. It was another one of those pranksters that seemed to be omnipresent, or at least overflowing this particular section of detention. He raised a hand in acknowledgment, using the gesture to also get Jackson more or less grouped with the others. Guy figured that his comment to Jack had more or less done a good deal to silence them, so he was more than willing to get them started on their task.

"I wouldn't leave if I were you, DeRemiro," said Guy, his voice almost thunderous. "You were assigned this detention because you didn't obey the rules. And obviously this isn't normal detention, because let's face it: this isn't a normal school. Do you really think that we're going to let you flout authority repeatedly? if you really want to know, the first response to skipping detention is more detention, and it might not be with me next time, so if you want to take your chances, feel free. Oh, and by more, I mean 'as much as I feel like assigning,' and in your case, DeRemiro, I sincerely hope you don't plan on ever doing anything for the rest of the semester.

"Because if you're truant, which means running away repeatedly, then we have to send security after you. So you have to wonder: is it better to do the little odd jobs that the mean little man assigns, or should we take our chances with security? Because obviously security's going to be ever so much nicer," he paused, then looked around. "I'd suggest starting the actual work soon. It's not going to do itself. Unless one of you happens to have a power that lets that happen."

[Richard McNeil]

Ricky reluctantly kicked at a piece of debris on the floor of the arena. This certainly wasn't what he'd had in mind when he walked in. Not that he had a clue what to expect to begin with but this was definitely... different. He opted to remain silent, though. The well-traveled young man knew when to keep his mouth shut. He'd let other, more outspoken individuals poke and prod the authority figure.

There was a low sigh as Ricky scanned over the other unfortunates. He didn't know any of them by name, face, or deed nor did he care. He supposed at some point they'd all actually have to work together to some degree but he wasn't about to instigate any social interaction.

[François Laffont]

Sure Franck never had a detention before, still he didn’t expect this would be the kind of work asked out of him. He always assumed detention was in a classroom, where you had to be silent and copy lines on how you’d never do this again. And after an hour or two, you were allowed to leave. But apparently, this was another thing the school was not doing like anybody else.

He remained silent the whole time as people walked in, simply trying to measure just how hard it would be for him. The main issue here was that most people angry for being here and he knew it might affect him. In that condition, he got closer to Frank. Despite this being a detention, she was still her happy self and it would even things. He startled though when a student came very close to Mr LeGrange and insulted him. This couldn’t be good and Franck could just feel his insides twist as he waited to see what would happen. Luckily, the small man had more self control then François could ever imagine and he tried to hide the smirk appearing on his lips, not wanting to be the next victim.

If Jack was not enough, Kayne showed a lot of aggressiveness and it made Franck even more uncomfortable. He seriously didn’t want to stay close of him for this detention. Again, their trainer made him shut up and Franck was probably agreeing the most out of the bunch about starting to work right now. Anything to avoid more of this. He poked Frank and pointed in a spot, hoping she’d get the message and they could start together. He did say to team up right?