History Class: Day 2 (Every Punk Attends)

[Darcy Leone]

Jack sat back in his chair, his bloodshot eyes matched the dark circles. He had long night. And he was indeed drunk. The only real issue is it wasn't alchohol. Who knew that through sleep deprivation and a long night of cackles and howls, one could achieve a new level of killing hangover? Rather interesting, wouldn't you agree?

As he saw students walking in, he went up to the chalkboard and had fun with the white chalk. On the board it displayed in sloppy print:

THE ROMANS

He turned to face his class and yawned as they all sat down. The bell rang which meant that class had started. He picked up a clipboard and took a glance at it.

[purple]"Rolecall is a boring and tedious event. Considering we have only an hour to get you edjucated, I'd rather skip it."[/purple]

He looked up at them. His teeth grinded as he noticed that every seat in the class was full...

[purple]"Yippy kayay... Makes my job easier."[/purple]

He started pacing.

[purple]"Welcome to the second day of my History class! I'm pleased-v-very pleased to know that you have all survived thus far. It only gets more fun from here!"[/purple]

He grinned. The students for the most part looked rather attentive. Save one who was sleeping at his desk who probably had a bad night's sleep. He picked up a toy football he had at his desk and chucked it at the boy's head.

[purple]"WAKEY WAKEY!"[/purple]

[Kazza]

The girl looked just like everyone else in the class as she filed through the door, she pretty much acted like everyone else too. But she wasn't like anyone around her, not in the slightest. As she dragged her chair out from under a desk at the very back of the class, as far away from everyone else as she could get, she noticed how the teacher looked, well, drunk. This was going to be an interesting lesson. When he scrawled The Romans on the board in messy handwriting, though, she practically groaned. No matter how interesting this class would be, she wasn't going to enjoy the subject at all.

Apparently, today was the second day of this particular class. Kazza hadn't been at the first lesson, as she'd been either with a teacher, figuring out her scheduele, or in the principal's office for not working. She couldn't quite remember which. She was jolted from her brief thinking time when the teacher yelled out Wakey Wakey and chucked a football at the head of the boy beside her. It bounced off his head and smacked the thirteen year old in the face. Before the football could hit the desk, her tanned hands grabbed it and tossed it back to the teacher, bored and rather uninterested, despite the fact that she had just been whacked in the side of the face. She sighed, resigned that today was going to be long, boring and pointless.

[roycie]

Oh dear, what a freak..., Royce thought as she watched from her desk as her new history teacher intentionally threw a toy football at one of her sleeping classmate's heads. The boy was sitting just a couple of places away from her, so she had a good view as it bounced from his head to another student's face. She blinked in astonishment as the girl hardly reacted to the blow at all, instead choosing to apathetically return the football to the teacher without so much as an argument.

Royce's eyes examined the teacher with skepticism. Just what sort of classroom was this anyway? Sure, that boy shouldn't have been sleeping. But did the old guy have to be such a jerk about it? Well, in any case, just be glad it wasn't you she mentally told herself and stared blankly at the words written on the board. The girl blinked and resisted the urge to smirk, guessing at how this might all play out. What was so great about the Romans anyway and how could they learn from a bunch of dead guys that they hadn't been taught already in prior history classes?

Waste of time she thought as she did her best to pay attention lest she get an impromptu pass as well.

[Darcy Leone]

Jack's eyes widened as he saw Kazza throw the ball back at him out of comeplete boredom. Today was gonna be a great day.... The boy still didn't wake up, so Jack took no notice. He began to pace.

[purple]"So what do you all really know about--"[/purple]

His fingernails made a loud screeching noise on the chalkboard. The noise that everybody but him hated. He had to know his first targets. The ones who spoke up and out. The outcasts. Those were the ones the most likely to join his cause. The ones who cannot defend themselves without a little help. The ones who seem alright but really... Aren't. Jack was looking for those. His fingers stopped the scratching of the chalkboard.

[purple]"-The Romans... Anyone?"[/purple]

[Kazza]

The other students looked slightly shocked at the teen's uncaring response to being hit in the head, but she took no notice of their stares. So long as they left her alone, she couldn't care less. And, for the most part, they did. After a while, the others lost interest in her and instead stared at the teacher. The drunk teacher, to be exact. Kazza slumped in her chair, leaned back and ignored everyone else for the most part. At least one other in the class looked to be taking the same approach.

Kazza cringed, however, when the man scraped his fingernails down the chalkboard and ground her teeth in order to keep from showing any more of a reaction. Oh, how she hated that noise. The girl narrowed her eyes at the man's question, and didn't answer. As if she knew anything at all about a civilisation of dead people. She couldn't really see how that helped her in anyway, like putting food on the table, finding a place to sleep. Surviving. So, no, she knew zilch about the dead guys who rode around on chariots stabbing each other in the back.

[roycie]

The sound of nails against the chalkboard forced Royce to wince. She turned her head to the side, away from the direction that the noise was coming at her from. Her eyes did not reopen until the noise stopped. When her vision refocused, she fixed her stare on the teacher instead of the board. His request for input felt more like a trap than anything else. She knew better than to bite. Calling unnecessary attention to herself could really only breed unfavorable results in the long run.

If her answer wasn't what he wanted, there was no telling how badly he'd embarrass her for it. On the other hand, if her answer was too good her classmates might resent her for it later. There was no crime in brilliance but it should be used appropriately, not just for show. Anyway, any fool could see that the outcome in either direction was negative. It wasn't pessimism, just probability. The odds were stacked against anyone unwise enough to stick their neck out before comprehending the situation.

The girl kept her mouth shut, her jaw rigid and refusing to budge unless it was absolutely necessary. Her eyes darted around the room, absorbing the building tension. She noticed a few students looked like they wanted to answer, but they visibly hesitated. This man seemed to favor fear tactics more than any other strategy. His actions thus far hinted at a sadist streak. Nevertheless, there was no denying that he was a fascinating character. There was something very powerful about him, one could see that in the way he spoke to them.

Royce remained silent, waiting to see what would happen if no one answered him. Would he lecture them, make more unpleasant scratching, or resort to throwing things again? It was a little bit exciting actually. How far would this man be pushed? It was like a game of Chicken.

[arien]

Marie had walked into the class with the rest of the students and had taken a seat in the very back. Even though it was warm outside she had on a long sleeved shirt and gloves, much like every other day of her life. The students from Professor Xavior's school for the gifted were now going to South High School. Thanks to somebody trying to blow up the school. Lucky the only rooms that had gotten damaged were the class rooms. So nobody really had to leave unless their parents had pulled them out.

She looked up from the notebook in front of her and she heard the sound of something hitting skin. She saw the football sail through the air back to the teacher. She shook her head and let her hair fall back in her face.

She rose her head again when the teacher, what was his name again? Mr. Napier. That's right. When Mr. Napier, asked if anybody knew anything about the Romans. She knew somethings about the Romans seeing as Storm had already started to teach this in her classes before everything went crazy. Yet Marie did feel like being the know it all. She hardly ever talked in her classes at the mansion. The only classes she had talked in were Logan's cause he got some sick pleasure out of making her squirm. She shook her head at the thought and her hand unconsciously went up to the dog tags hanging around her neck.

As she looked at her new History teacher, she knew that he was messed up. She had been around enough messed up people to know that. Magneto for example, was pretty mess up. She pushed that thought away from her mind as a flashback of Liberty Island flashed through her mind. A small shudder actually ran through her body as she remembered the pain of that day briefly.

[Darcy Leone]

Jack began to pace his fingers tracing his chin as he pondered what to do next. What to say more importantly.

[purple]"There isn't much of a need for explanation of the Romans. It was a dog eat dog society. Much like today. The weak were picked off like..."[/purple]

He lifted his hands in front of his face and played with his dirty fingernails in enthusiasm.

[purple]"Insects. Little creepy crawly insects with the ever exclusive desire to be squashed. Now who can link an example of what happened in Rome to present day America?"[/purple]

He looked astonished at the lack of flow and creativity of the students. Intimidation wasn't his game entirely. He simply wanted to hear which of his lively munchkins would speak up and voice their opinion. Sheesh! Like herding cattle! He sighed at the lack of response.

[purple]"Ooookay then. I'll begin. Julius Ceasar was killed by a sick group of politicians-asassinated really causing a conspiracy against the senate of the supposedly democratic Rome. We can reflect upon presidential asassinations today and really question the moral integreity of the asassins. Perhapppps they believed they served under a tyrant. Maybe they were- ahgum- crazy."[/purple]

He coughed as he said that, trying to limit his self control further. It was so hard for him to have this conversation without busting a move, joking or killing someone... So hard and torturous... His finger moved about the room.

[purple]"I'm not the type to lecture.Voice your goddamn opinions so we can discuss it, kill time and go home."[/purple]