Writing Class (Donnie,Wrong,Solo)

<MrCleaver>: It is nearing the end of lunch period at the Belringur Academy, as MrCleaver begins to get his class ready for the bell to ring. The students are all eating in the cafeterium, to their heart's content
Dibbles is scarfing down a lunch, an extra plate on the table for his otter who is behaving similarly.
Wrong_Way is looking at his sandwich. He's not sure if he wants to finish it.
Solo is eating a fishburger.
Solo is wondering how they ground up the fish to make the burger....
<MrCleaver>: any freeforming ya wanna do, now is best time]
Wrong_Way decides to get from his table and go sit by Donnie to get an definite answer
Wrong_Way finds room by Donnie and turns to him "Hey Donnie, I got a quick question for you."
Dibbles looks up from his lunch, bits of food on his face even above his eyebrows
<Dibbles>: "Yeash, Mrfk?"
Solo continues to eat his fishburger
Dibbles his his face wiped off with a napkin, courtesy of the otter
<Wrong_Way>: "I don't know if I should finish this sandwich or not."
Wrong_Way gestures to the standard cafeteria sandwich in his one hand
Dibbles contemplates the sandwich.
Solo is alone
<Dibbles>: "Is it good?"
Solo will probably be a villain
<Wrong_Way>: "Not really, it's only got peanut butter in it."
<Wrong_Way>: "But the thing is, I always end up getting sandwiches with only ketchup in them in this cafeteria..."
<Wrong_Way>: "...so I'm kind of worried" he says, all hush hush.
Dibbles looks at the sandwich with a more serious expression
<Dibbles>: "Uh... you can have some of my chips if you want."
<Wrong_Way>: "But what do I do about the sandwich?"

<Dibbles>: "Just throw it away, eating a sandwich with just peanut butter sounds gross."
<Wrong_Way>: "...You don't understand this situation."
Solo has finished his sandwich
Wrong_Way gets up from the table.
<MrCleaver>: The bell rings
Wrong_Way looks at the sandwich in his hand and sighs

Solo starts to head torwards class
Dibbles takes a few more bites and throws his plates away.
Wrong_Way sees Sol leaving and hurries after him, sandwich in hand

Dibbles follows after wrong_way
MrCleaver is sorting his papers, waiting at his desk

Wrong_Way looks at the sandwich in his hand and ultimately finishes it outside of the classroom
Wrong_Way enters the classroom
Donnie follows after
Wrong_Way looks to Donnie behind him
<Wrong_Way>: "Any idea which class is this?"
<Donnie>: "...Cooking?"
<Wrong_Way>: "...You sure?"
Donnie shrugs
<Donnie>: "Not really."
MrCleaver is scribbling on some papers, as the class begins to file in. He is a thin man, with white hair, and a bald spot. He wears a dress shirt, and a tie with the imagery of blood trickling down on it. As he sees Donnie  and Wrong_Way, he clears his throat
<MrCleaver>: Heeeeeeeeello
MrCleaver says, in a low, raspy voice
<Wrong_Way>: "H-hello."
Wrong_Way is worried about that tie.
<MrCleaver>: Are you here for my class?
Donnie and Bumbles share concerned looks upon noticing the tie
<Donnie>: "...Yes?"
<MrCleaver>: Well then, have a seat, and we can begin
Wrong_Way just nods, hoping to find a seat far in the classroom
Donnie nudges Wrong_way to find a seat as he does so himself

Wrong_Way finds a seat close to Donnie
Solo finds a seat in the room

<MrCleaver>: The room is laid out like

http://aasid.parsons.edu/decorationascomposition/sites/default/files/high%20school.jpg

, but seems to be much more dimmer, and the decorations, much less....cheerful. Posters of Poe, Lovecraft, and Barker line the room, and a bust of a strange, unseetling human-like skull sits on his table
<MrCleaver>: So....
<MrCleaver>: My name....is Mister Cleaver
<MrCleaver>: And I am your Creative Writing Teacher
Wrong_Way writes down in his notes to remember the teacher and this class
<MrCleaver>: Here, we will learn to expand our most vital organ....the mind
<Donnie>: I like writing!
<MrCleaver>: It is a gateway, into another realm, full of unmentionable horrors, and twisted delights. Allowing the floodgates of creative to barge onto y-
Solo writes down in his notes to remember the teacher and this class
MrCleaver looks at Donnie
<Donnie>: Are comic books considered creative writing?
<MrCleaver>: Please do not interrupt me, Child
<Donnie>: Oh, right. Sorry!
<MrCleaver>: As I was saying
<MrCleaver>: The floodgates of your soul, flowing onto paper, is one of the greatest gifts man can create.
<MrCleaver>: So, shall we start with a simple practice?
Wrong_Way is afraid to talk in fear of getting on MrCleaver's bad side
MrCleaver awaits for a response
Donnie looks around, not catching the cue to talk.

<Solo>: "What?"
<Solo>: "What is going on?"
<MrCleaver>: Ah, yes
MrCleaver points to Solo
<MrCleaver>: There is my volunteer
<Solo>: "...volunteer for what?"
MrCleaver motions for Solo to come to the front, as he holds a sack, shaking it in his hand
Wrong_Way hits himself on the head for not realizing he was asking for volunteers
Solo walks to the front
<MrCleaver>: There are 35 numbers in here. Pick one, and only one. Understood?
<Solo>: Yes sir, mr cleaver sir"
Solo takes a single number out
<MrCleaver>: And what is your number?
<Solo>: "42"

<Donnie>: [haw]

<MrCleaver>: Hrm
<MrCleaver>: It seems we have a comedian in our midst
<MrCleaver>: I do not enjoy comedians
<MrCleaver>: I do know a joke though
<MrCleaver>: Do you wish to hear it?
<Solo>: "Does it have a pun in it?"

<MrCleaver>: Knock Knock
Wrong_Way wonders if Solo just really wants to get into a fight
<Solo>: "I dont like knock knocks, sir."
<MrCleaver>: Too bad. Answer the door
<MrCleaver>: Knock...knock
MrCleaver raps at his desk, knocking on the wood
Donnie has already started daydreaming, vacantly looking at a random piece of decoration
<Solo>: Whos there?
<MrCleaver>: De Tents, Son
<Solo>: "I dont speak french, sir"
Wrong_Way tries to figure out what the joke at the end will be
<MrCleaver>: I would expect the comedian to know how a joke works. Surely you know what comes after you find out who is there
<Solo>: *sigh*
<Solo>: "De Tents, son who?"
<MrCleaver>: I will see you after school for detention. now sit back down.
MrCleaver points at Donnie
<MrCleaver>: You. Come forth
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh..."
Wrong_Way writes down that joke for later
Solo takes a seat
Solo grumbles
Donnie ducks under his desk, appearing next to MrCleaver
<Donnie>: Okay!
Solo is visibly startled by the dissapearing ten year old
Donnie looks at him with a cheery, innocent smile as he does this
Wrong_Way thinks Donnie's teleporting is cool.
Donnie teleports as second nature most of the time
Solo is not used to powered kids...
<MrCleaver>: He shakes the bag, and holds it for Donnie
Donnie puts his arm as deep as he can into the bag and grabs
<MrCleaver>: Read the number for the class
Donnie looks nervously over at Solo as he begins to read
<Donnie>: "Uh... fifteen?"
Solo gives him a dead stare back
MrCleaver opens a drawer, and pulls out a large, old book. He drops it down, a loud bang filling the room, as dust is shot everywhere. He licks his bony fingers, and opens it, flipping the pages with a loud thwich every turn
Wrong_Way looks for any title on the book's spine.
<MrCleaver>: It is blank, except for a snake receding down the spine
<MrCleaver>: Let's see.....
<MrCleaver>: Alright
<MrCleaver>: Everyone, List 20 things you are afraid of.
<MrCleaver>: Begin
<Wrong_Way>: "...What?"
MrCleaver flips over a hourglass, as the sand begins to trinkle down
Wrong_Way raises his hand
<MrCleaver>: Yes?
<Wrong_Way>: "Outloud or on paper?"
Donnie puts his paper back and manually walks back to his desk
Solo pulls out a paper
<MrCleaver>: On paper...
<Wrong_Way>: "Thanks."
Wrong_Way manages to write down at least 10, but can't think of any others.
<MrCleaver>: and I am actually gonna ask you guys to write this down. Pastebin it]
Solo just writes down "Cockroaches, dogs and otters"
Donnie ducks under his desk again, after about 10 seconds he returns with some paper and pencils
<MrCleaver>: Once you complete your list, lower your head on your desk
Donnie sighs as he rights his list, looking around the room and doodling on his paper
Solo lowers head on desk
Wrong_Way looks at his 16 and is content. He lowers his head onto his desk.
Donnie looks at the other two students who've lowered their heads nervously and begins writing faster in a bit of a panic
Donnie lowers his head
<MrCleaver>: Alright then...
<MrCleaver>: Now
<MrCleaver>: You will pick one of those fears, and write me half of a page talking about it
<MrCleaver>: Once completed, lower your head
<MrCleaver>: and I do mean actually write it[
Solo writes a 7 page essay on why otters a shit.
Donnie puts his head down
Wrong_Way puts his head down
<MrCleaver>: Excellent. Now...bring your papers to the front, and put them on my desk
<Donnie>: The half page or the list too?
<MrCleaver>: Both
<Donnie>: Uh, okay...
Wrong_Way looks at his paper again and goes up to put it on MrCleaver's desk
Donnie walks over and places both papers into the desk with a notable lack of enthusiasm
Wrong_Way sits back down, hoping that's all they're gonna have to do today.
MrCleaver reviews the papers, hmming and hawing
Donnie goes back and hunches over his desk, murmuring back and forth with his otter with a worried expression
<MrCleaver>: Yes...yes
MrCleaver hands back the papers, with markings on them
<MrCleaver>: Donnie: C
<MrCleaver>: Mark: B-
Wrong_Way does a small fist pump "Yessss"
Donnie doesn't really react
<MrCleaver>: Now then, how did you like to explore the dark recesses of your mind, and staring into the worst fears your mind has to offer?
Wrong_Way shrigs
<Wrong_Way>: "It was okay..."
Donnie remains quiet
<MrCleaver>: Alright, well, that seems enough for class today. I now assign to you your class assignment. Before every class, you will hand in a journal, about anything. Understood.
<MrCleaver>: This will be done once a week, and will be handed in on time
Wrong_Way writes this down to remind himself
Donnie 's otter writes it down because this kid would never remember otherwise
<MrCleaver>: Now, go forth. the day is young, and ripe for the picking
MrCleaver reclines in his chair, and does the Mr Burn's finger thingy I cant remember right now
Donnie crumples his papers up and throws them away on the way out
Wrong_Way gets up and puts the paper in his pocket
<Wrong_Way>: "Man, a B-!"
Wrong_Way follows after Donnie
<Donnie>: "I got a C."
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh..."
<Wrong_Way>: "Well, that guy is pretty creepy."
<Donnie>: "It doesn't really matter, since I have some weird grade thing because I'm so young."
<Wrong_Way>: "I guess so. What did you write about?"
<Donnie>: "I, ugh. It was stupid, I don't wanna talk about it. I should have just listed a bunch of normal kid fears instead of what I did."
<Wrong_Way>: "I'm sure yours was fine, man."
<Donnie>: "I just hate writing personal stuff like that. I don't wanna think about those things."
<Wrong_Way>: "I don't mind too much, but I see what you mean."
<Donnie>: "Yeah. What'd you write about?"
<Wrong_Way>: "I wrote about Theo Junior. He likes to eat anything he finds on the floor, so I worry that he'll find some plastic on the floor and eat it."
Wrong_Way seems to have thought about this a lot.
<Donnie>: "Don't you keep him in an aquarium most of the time?"
<Wrong_Way>: "I do...but I'm still worried."
<Donnie>: "Yeah, it's hard not to worry about people you care about."
<MrCleaver>: He keeps getting at Mark's Polly Pockets]
<Wrong_Way>: [what if he chokes on Polly's shoe one day?
<Wrong_Way>: [abloobloobloo]
<MrCleaver>: Why do you have polly pockets in the first place?]
<Wrong_Way>: [they're turtle sized people]
<Wrong_Way>: [easier to have adventures with Theo junior than with a really tall barbie]
<Wrong_Way>: [gosh]
<Donnie>: "I think I'm gonnaa.. go to my next class now."
<Wrong_Way>: "Alright then. I'll see you."
<Donnie>: "Seeya, Mark."
<Wrong_Way>: "You too Donnie."