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((Filthy Rich University ))
Mr. Bakster walked through the hallways, nervous as a rabit. He dabbed his large four head with a small hankerchef, now starting to run. He passed no one. It was as if the whole place was deserted. He looked to his sides. All the previous Baksters, all previous principles or crime lords themselves, going back generations upon generations, had their portraits hung up on the walls of the hallways. He himself had his hung up in his office, but every picture had the same basic characteristics he had. Their stern faces encouraged him.
Suddenly, when he started to feel a little better about himself, something knocked him over. He had run straight into Mr. Shakers, the schools Martial Arts teacher. He got to his feet quickly, holding out his hankerchef like a gun (I'm pritty sure thats what he thought it was too), then put it in his pants pocket like he would a real weapon when he realized who he was. "I'm sorry sir." He said, bowing. His oriental skin looked lighter in the bright, but then it became darker as he backed up into the shadows. Some effect of Ninjetsu he assumed. "But you are needed in the Commons."
"Yes. I was just on my way."
"Yes, Principle Bakster, sir." Mr. Bakster smiled. Mr. Williams had been the first one to refer to him like so, and he had ordered the staff to refer to him as such.
Mr. Shakers fallowed the pudgey principles lead. His black hair hung down to the lobes of his ears, but it almost never moved. His poster was almost wraith like itself, as if he glided rather than walked. It was very odd to see him behind the short, over weight man with silky blonde hair that was already thining.
They erupted into the Uncomman Commans as they were refered to. This was because the whole space was the size of a football feild, though there were only 120 students total in the school. They were on the stage, which was attacted to the commans, and was walking up to the center of the scene. To his sides, the staff sat on either side. Shakers took a seat below, in the rows of students. For there, before it, were 120 students, all of which were the ospring of great Crime Lords across the world. 120 children, no less than 200 criminal master minds in contact with them, in one school, and it was up to him to make sure nothing happened to them. "Lord knows I'm not a people person!" he wispered under his breath. He grabbed a mike from the stand. "Great... prodigies of tommarow!" He started. He didn't want to say Rulers, cause Rulers and Leaders, unless of course of crime sindicets, would only offend some, if not most, of the parents, who would recieve a copy of this. "I welcome you warmly into this... not so humble school! Not all of you have been here before, but for those of you who have, you know most of us. Some of us are not here now that were last year, but I"m sure you'll find this a very welcoming pla... pla... Oh, Mr. Wiskers! Why did you have to leave now! Now at the begining of the year! No! No!" Mr. Bakster looked sad, though he was just faking it. His jokes always cracked a smile. Always a great way to start a year. And anyways, he was alurgic to cats, which most knew anyways (he sneezed on the New Years Feast once cause a family had brought their pet cat with them). "Now, I bid you welcome! Here, you will find nothing but the greatest and grandest the world has to offer! Self Defence teacher Mr. Shakers, Sensei and Master of some of the most deadly and complicated fighting forms known to man kind, and still learning some forms less well known is one. Mr. and Mrs. Williams, your DE, Languages, and Mechanics classes, world economics, and home room; and excellent are both. Mrs. Burns, who will be teaching cooking and help in self defence class, as well as science. And Mrs. Nye, who is going to be your Math teacher, but math that goes into astrology, computer programing, and more usefull subjects, as well as weapon construction and usage.
Now, I know you don't want to hear this old man ramble on all day, so I'll make it quick: Welcome, back and for the first time! Have a fabulous year, and I'm sure we'll have some... interesting events this year." With that, he clapped, and tables were placed out, three for fourty seats. The teachers went to the Teachers Lounge, to have their own, more adult meals. Students sat, and great meals, some ancient traditions, like boar and bear (grown, hunted, and cooked on the Island, of course), and then more modern meals, like great (though healthy) burgers the size of your palm.
Mr. Bakster walked through the hallways, nervous as a rabit. He dabbed his large four head with a small hankerchef, now starting to run. He passed no one. It was as if the whole place was deserted. He looked to his sides. All the previous Baksters, all previous principles or crime lords themselves, going back generations upon generations, had their portraits hung up on the walls of the hallways. He himself had his hung up in his office, but every picture had the same basic characteristics he had. Their stern faces encouraged him.
Suddenly, when he started to feel a little better about himself, something knocked him over. He had run straight into Mr. Shakers, the schools Martial Arts teacher. He got to his feet quickly, holding out his hankerchef like a gun (I'm pritty sure thats what he thought it was too), then put it in his pants pocket like he would a real weapon when he realized who he was. "I'm sorry sir." He said, bowing. His oriental skin looked lighter in the bright, but then it became darker as he backed up into the shadows. Some effect of Ninjetsu he assumed. "But you are needed in the Commons."
"Yes. I was just on my way."
"Yes, Principle Bakster, sir." Mr. Bakster smiled. Mr. Williams had been the first one to refer to him like so, and he had ordered the staff to refer to him as such.
Mr. Shakers fallowed the pudgey principles lead. His black hair hung down to the lobes of his ears, but it almost never moved. His poster was almost wraith like itself, as if he glided rather than walked. It was very odd to see him behind the short, over weight man with silky blonde hair that was already thining.
They erupted into the Uncomman Commans as they were refered to. This was because the whole space was the size of a football feild, though there were only 120 students total in the school. They were on the stage, which was attacted to the commans, and was walking up to the center of the scene. To his sides, the staff sat on either side. Shakers took a seat below, in the rows of students. For there, before it, were 120 students, all of which were the ospring of great Crime Lords across the world. 120 children, no less than 200 criminal master minds in contact with them, in one school, and it was up to him to make sure nothing happened to them. "Lord knows I'm not a people person!" he wispered under his breath. He grabbed a mike from the stand. "Great... prodigies of tommarow!" He started. He didn't want to say Rulers, cause Rulers and Leaders, unless of course of crime sindicets, would only offend some, if not most, of the parents, who would recieve a copy of this. "I welcome you warmly into this... not so humble school! Not all of you have been here before, but for those of you who have, you know most of us. Some of us are not here now that were last year, but I"m sure you'll find this a very welcoming pla... pla... Oh, Mr. Wiskers! Why did you have to leave now! Now at the begining of the year! No! No!" Mr. Bakster looked sad, though he was just faking it. His jokes always cracked a smile. Always a great way to start a year. And anyways, he was alurgic to cats, which most knew anyways (he sneezed on the New Years Feast once cause a family had brought their pet cat with them). "Now, I bid you welcome! Here, you will find nothing but the greatest and grandest the world has to offer! Self Defence teacher Mr. Shakers, Sensei and Master of some of the most deadly and complicated fighting forms known to man kind, and still learning some forms less well known is one. Mr. and Mrs. Williams, your DE, Languages, and Mechanics classes, world economics, and home room; and excellent are both. Mrs. Burns, who will be teaching cooking and help in self defence class, as well as science. And Mrs. Nye, who is going to be your Math teacher, but math that goes into astrology, computer programing, and more usefull subjects, as well as weapon construction and usage.
Now, I know you don't want to hear this old man ramble on all day, so I'll make it quick: Welcome, back and for the first time! Have a fabulous year, and I'm sure we'll have some... interesting events this year." With that, he clapped, and tables were placed out, three for fourty seats. The teachers went to the Teachers Lounge, to have their own, more adult meals. Students sat, and great meals, some ancient traditions, like boar and bear (grown, hunted, and cooked on the Island, of course), and then more modern meals, like great (though healthy) burgers the size of your palm.
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)"Michael:hey watch it dude!you spilled that sauce all over my pants!!""Victor:man don't be such a baby..hey manwho's that kid over there?""Jose:that's achiles,remmber him from last year?"
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