OHS: Omniverse High School(In Chracter) - Day 1

[Ari]

Cat giggled at the little comical figure on Demetri's screen. She didn't know what he did to get that but it was cute. The pink haired girl looked up when the teacher began to address the class, pausing in her tapping. Hacking? Demetri had been hacking? What even was that. Probably something she didn't wanna know.
Cat logged into the computer in front of her, jumping a little when the application menu showed up. Now what should she do... maybe she could adjust things to be a little more personal? Add a background photo and such.

[Proto Man]

Blues kept to himself near the corner of the classroom. While he wasn't a fan of the garbage operating system installed on the school's machines, he wasn't going to spend his first five minutes there trying and failing to hack it.

After snickering at the other boy getting chewed out by the teacher, Blues turned back to his computer. He'd managed to log on already, which meant his credentials had been processed and entered into the school system already. Once inside, he pulled up a web browser and started to investigate to see what was blocked by the school's firewalls. It didn't take long for him to realize that most of the internet had been cut off by the software: Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, Reddit... did they not allow students to have any fun on the computers?

With a sigh, Blues clicked the keyboard and tried to entertain himself with Firefox's 'Unable to Access Page' screen.

[Demetri Malius]

Demetri muttered under his breath about stupidity and regulations. He didn't figure for the teacher to have such a keen eye and sense of programming. With a sigh, he packed his personal laptop and opened the school one. The first thing he noticed was the customized operating system. In tiny letters in the corner: COPYRIGHT @Colonel .

Of course, it seemed that this teacher was also the IT of the school. How irritating, as he was no joke either. The only way he ould have a chance at getting through the school laptops would be with the IRIS complete database at home but he wasn't gonna drag the 500-pound behemoth here. No, he would have to take more subtle and small approaches.

Then he noticed the flash drive the kid set on his desk. It seemed that he was interested in some type of deal, by the way, he carried himself and executed the sly dropping off of the USB on Demetri's desk.

On the roof, eh? Not a problem. He was curious to see what the future brought for him. He then turned his attention back to the class. The pink-haired girl didn't seem to know much of what she was doing, staring curiously at the screen as she tried to follow along.

"If you need any help I would be willing. I know my way around a computer pretty well. What was your name again?" He nudged t the girl, wondering if she would accept his offer. He could never allow another person to be technologically inadept.

[Yu Kanda]

All the students went inside, the outdoors were finally quiet. Kanda stretched and got comfortable on the bench. No way would he be stuck in a classroom with those losers. He has heard some bad rumors about that professor colonel as well, who has need for computer skills any way. He would wait until he had Miss Trixie's class, now that was a class worth going to, being allowed to rough up nerds, exactly what he enjoys. Until then he would just lay in the sun, hoping this day would go over quickly.

Kanda laid down and closed his eyes, time to take a nap.

[Ari]

Cat looked up when Demetri started talking agian, avoiding direct eye contact. She stared at his shirt instead. It.. was a nice shirt. Nice enough to look at to make it obvious she was paying attention to him while not making eye contact.

"I-I'm not too bad with computers. I-I mean, my knowledge is pretty basic, I-I just.. don't know what we should be familiarizing ourselves with. He didn't mention any particular functions."

[Ganondorf]

Visions flashed through the sleeping boy's mind as he slept. Nerds and dorks huddled in terror before Kanda's mighty bullying prowess. They felt the pain of his wedgies, the sting of his Indian Burns, and the shame of his swirlies. Their lunch money filled his wallet to bursting, yet it was never enough to satisfy his greed. The preppy girls hung upon his arm and trailed in his wake, each jealous of the attention the others got, but unwilling to give up on such a specimen of manliness. Even the teachers feared him; his grades becoming to subject of astonishment in all academic circles. Kanda was a king. The King of Omniverse High.

With a soft snort, Kanda awoke for paradise. His eyes fluttered open, as his mind shook off its grogginess. What had woken him up from such a fantasy world? Well... perhaps it was the large, meaty hand on his shoulder applying gentle pressure as it shook him ever so slightly. Attached to the hand was a red-haired man in a sharp business suit, a warm smile on his lips.

"Hey there, sleepy-head. Were you having a good dream?"

Kanda blinked slowly, moving to a seated position to stare at the weirdo.

"Sorry to wake you," Ganondorf began in a comforting tone, before his face and voice sharpened to a fine point. Anger colored his words and face in dark shades. "But skipping class is severely frowned upon at Omniverse High, young man. As is sleeping when one should be learning. Congratulations, truant. You've earned yourself an afternoon with your's truly. And if you'd rather not have to spend time with me all week, I strongly suggest you get your rear end to your class. Understood?"

[Super Mario]

Noodle stared up at the ceiling of her classroom. First day on the job, in a high school. She gave guitar classes, but did that constitute being able to run a whole music class? No. Well, maybe. Class was gonna start soon, and she had to come up with a game plan. Like hell was she gonna be one of those teachers like Colonel or anything. Or technically Ganondorf. Definitely not like him. She was gonna be a fun teacher, that really loose one that everyone likes. There were rules, though. Just a few, but definitely some. This wasn't gonna be banshee land, unfortunately for some people. That's not how she rolled.

Time was ticking down until the first student arrived. She was mainly working with first and fourth period students. So it was going to be a bit tamer. The group would likely be either really tired, or really ready to head home. So basically, she got the long end of the stick, much to her happiness. Maybe she should take this time to practice her guitar and whatnot. Grabbing her good ol' acoustic from its stand, she made sure it was well-tuned, and began playing. Hopefully, this would ready any early-comers to learn, excite them, or at least wake them up a little. She started off simple, with a slower song to stretch her fingers, so to speak.

[Carn_Val]

Everything felt quiet, too quiet that it became uncomfortable. As Carn came to his senses, he realized he dozed off somewhere along the trip. A miracle considering the hustle and bustle inside the rattling bus. Since everyone seems to have gone on to their respective classes, Carn left the parked bus and hurries towards the school lobby. On his way towards the lobby, he spots someone being scolded for napping and swiftly evades the scene to avoid being caught. Hopefully, his soft soles didn't tap enough for him to be noticed.

Rushing through the hallway and zipping past the "No running in the hallways" sign, Carn navigates the labyrinthine corridors, absorbing every bit of information he can gain to find Block 1-A's history class. Corridor upon corridor, each with white side columns 6 meters apart, appears repetitively throughout Carn's peripheral vision until he spots the sign for "History Class", first-day perks. He stops just before the room's doorway, fixes himself and opens the door quietly. It seems class hasn't even started yet. With the feeling of relief, Carn looks for his favorite spot in every classroom he's been, the farthest seat from the door. A corner seat where he can see everyone, a vantage point. He gently pushes the seat back and tries to place his bag...his bag, yes, the bag...

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Carn's face tries to hide the force trying to contort it into anger as he realizes that he left his bag in the bus. "Well, this schoolyear's starting out great.", he mumbles to himself in sarcasm.

[Yu Kanda]

The door in Colonel's class was being knocked on, everyone inside turned towards the door. The vice principal Ganondorf opened the door and with him he had his hand around Kanda's neck, "I believe this young man should be attending your class instead of sleeping outside on the bench."

Kanda looked away, clearly not in the mood for any confrontation he simply grunted as he attempted to break his neck free from the VP's strong grip, unsuccessful. Some of the Kids started whispering in the back but they were quickly met with a death gaze coming from Kanda himself. Ganondorf gave Kanda a nudge forward, "Pay attention in class and I will see you in detention!" His voice was strong, his form showed his authority. Colonel thanked Ganondorf and closed the door behind him.

The rebel found his way in the back and sat down, hands behind his head and putting his feet on the table. Yes, this would go very well.

[Demetri Malius]

Demetri turned his attention to the girl again, who had failed to give him her name. Perhaps she was to focused on the task of learning what functions they had to know.

"I think just basically..." He went on as colonel continued instruction, helping her along. At time he would lean over and use her mouse to show her where things were as she nodded and followed along, and he would return to see if there was anything the instructor said that he actually DIDN'T know.

"Getting the hang of it yet?" He gave a smile, before continuing. "The name is Demetri, by the way."

As he waited for her to reply, a plan formed in his head as he searched up images of a white white-bearded man, the face of a company that would be very useful in the his next attempt of shenanigans.

[Ganondorf]

As Ganondorf dropped off the sleepy student, he made his way back out of Colonel's class. While everyone considered the VP to be a very stuck up man, the horrible secret he kept hidden from the world was that he actually very much enjoyed a good prank. This was why, as he gently closed the door behind him, the Gerudo in the suit placed an amusing picture of a chicken frying guru upon the Computer Teacher's door. He chuckled wryly at his handiwork before heading off down the hall to look for more miscreants.

[Dave Strider]

Even though Ryner managed to slowly drag himself and be 10 minutes late to class, he was the first one there. Apparently, rumors had spread about the doomed students of Trixie's Physical Education class.

After switching to gym clothes, Ryner went out to find that they were to be in a paintball court. The slacker took a worried glance at the paintball guns but saw no gear by them.

"Uhhh. Miss Trixie? Shouldn't we put on, like protective gear or something? Like, at least, masks?"

[Granite]

Granite was one of the last ones into the history classroom. So, obviously, there were few seats left in the class... In fact, the only only left that didn't have a student in it or someone's books on them, perhaps their owners wanted to grab a seat early then go talk in the halls who knows, seemed to be right in front of the small, pink haired girl. He felt kinda bad, a big guy like him blocking the view of a girl that size seems unfair.

Eventually, Granite kinda sighs and halfway lumbers through the pathway between desks to his seat. Well, considering she's in the back, she may not want to pay attention. Granite thought, and he quickly decided to just ask her. He placed his books down onto the desk and squatted down so he could get eye level with Guu. "Hey, the only seat left is the one in front of you, would you rather have me sit elsewhere or is it fine?"

[Harlan Higgs]

Grundy got off the bus and filed past the watchful eye of Ganondorf. Towering over the flood of students rushing into the school, he trudged slowly onwards to his first period class. Music. Hmmm...the zombie was not by any means naturally musical, but there was one certain style that got his blood pumping. The crashing, smashing heavy drumbeats and lightning fast squeedly guitar of Heavy Metal made him want to break stuff. Or rather, people. Which was encouraged on the football field.

He remembered the last time he had gotten a really good workout session in, blasting Pantera and Slayer. Muscles bulging with effort, Grundy had managed to benchpress almost four hundred fifty pounds for fifteen straight minutes. A final thrust back up to the weight rack and the bench had collapsed amid shrieks of "RAINING BLOOOOOOOD!!!! RAINING BLOOOOOOOOOOD!!". Now that was music.

Sauntering into Music Class, the first thing he noticed was the teacher, Miss...Pasta? He forgot, although the name was probably printed on his schedule. She was seated on her desk, picking at an acoustic guitar and playing a slow, groovy melody. Not at all what Grundy had in mind, although the hulking teen wasn't rude. He listened somewhat halfheartedly to the song, while his burning eyes scanned the room for his chosen instrument.

A-ha.

There is was. A black drumkit, missing a few accoutrements but comprised of all the essential bits. Namely a bass drum, a hihat, a couple toms, a snare, and finally what looked like a beaten up Zildjian. He took a seat on the tiny stool placed in front of the kit, his huge body perched on the round seat like a mountain on a dinner plate. Picking up the two sticks in between a finger each like chopsticks, he waited for the teacher to finish her song before posing a question.

"can grundy learn how to drum like black sabbath here?"

[Guu]

Guu gave a brief bored look at Granite before returning her gaze to her book.

"It's cool." She said dully.

In full honesty, it was difficult to see the board with him there, but if it made it harder for the instructor to notice her, then it was a good trade off for her.