The room was empty. So far. His first class as Headmaster, and he hadn't yet written out a curriculum for the students to follow. There was no sound but for the solid click of his leather oxford's against the tiled floor, and as he passed by the thermostat he intentionally lowered it to around 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Cold enough to chill the average person, though if he'd been in a class of average people he wouldn't be the kind of teacher that knew how to kill as many ways as he did.
On second thought? Maybe.
With an almost obsessive touch he would correct the rows of seats as he passed them, making sure to keep them in a line that could only have been more accurate if he'd taken a yardstick and slapped it against the ground to use as a proper measure. He went without a jacket today, though he still wore the vest that would have been beneath it, his color scheme a charcoal grey to match the grey of the walls. Because of *course* the walls were grey, marred here and there by faded yellow tape that once propped up motivational posters and encouraging words. Some still carried a piece of paper beneath them, as he'd simply tugged them from the walls without caring about what was left behind.
And in place of those posters, you ask? In this drably colored room with orderly rows of chairs leading to a chalkboard which most likely had chalk intentionally designed to scrape against the ears with a correctly angled stroke?
Fucking nothing, the solid oaken desk of his a deep, rich brown the only contrast to an otherwise monochromatic atmosphere, the leather of his chair that was currently pushed out behind it, creaking as he settled his weight into it and leaned back with a sigh. With one hand on the table, his fingers slowly tapping in a fluid wave from right to left, he waited.
OOC Notes:
Participants have 72 Hours to Post from last post 3 Strike System is in Place, failure to post is 1 strike, 3 strikes you fail class
[6:52 PM]
By Signing up tot his class you accept all responsibility of what happens IC. This could include and not limited to, loss of limb, loss of eyes, you get the jist, by joining this topic your signing that waiver that you accept what may come.
(( WC: 328 ))
(( MFT ))
On second thought? Maybe.
With an almost obsessive touch he would correct the rows of seats as he passed them, making sure to keep them in a line that could only have been more accurate if he'd taken a yardstick and slapped it against the ground to use as a proper measure. He went without a jacket today, though he still wore the vest that would have been beneath it, his color scheme a charcoal grey to match the grey of the walls. Because of *course* the walls were grey, marred here and there by faded yellow tape that once propped up motivational posters and encouraging words. Some still carried a piece of paper beneath them, as he'd simply tugged them from the walls without caring about what was left behind.
And in place of those posters, you ask? In this drably colored room with orderly rows of chairs leading to a chalkboard which most likely had chalk intentionally designed to scrape against the ears with a correctly angled stroke?
Fucking nothing, the solid oaken desk of his a deep, rich brown the only contrast to an otherwise monochromatic atmosphere, the leather of his chair that was currently pushed out behind it, creaking as he settled his weight into it and leaned back with a sigh. With one hand on the table, his fingers slowly tapping in a fluid wave from right to left, he waited.
OOC Notes:
Participants have 72 Hours to Post from last post 3 Strike System is in Place, failure to post is 1 strike, 3 strikes you fail class
[6:52 PM]
By Signing up tot his class you accept all responsibility of what happens IC. This could include and not limited to, loss of limb, loss of eyes, you get the jist, by joining this topic your signing that waiver that you accept what may come.
(( WC: 328 ))
(( MFT ))
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