Gakkou: Detention

-your Principal

Side notes:
*The main reason why the principal isn't in the room is because I want it to be so that the charters can go run around through the school.

*The principal is never seen, like I said. The principal's voice will come over the intercom. He also leaves messages around the school. This way everyone has a little control over what the crazy principal does.

*If I made anything unclear then please ask. But I think you guys get the idea what this thread is about.

Chip walked through the school with a pillowcase pinned to his back.  Chip wanted to start a new club.  He needed to find a teacher to be the supervisor, a room, and get fifty signatures.  He already knew what room the supernatural, magic club could use.  There was an empty room on Wednesdays after school.  Chip had thought about which teacher he would ask.

He entered the lunch room.  He knew that he could get people to sign.  He walked up to a table with three girls.  "Hello.  I am starting a new club and I was wondering if you will sign.  The club will be about supernatural things.  Like werewolves and vampires.  It will also deal with magic.  So would you sign?"  Chip placed the paper on the table with a pen for the three girls to sign.

"Forget it, nerd."

"Get lost."  The three girls get up and leave the lunch room.

Chips sighed.  He picked up his paper and pen.  He went in search for someone to sign.  Table after table after table rejected him.

Then it happened all at once.  Someone tripped Chip.  Chip fell and knocked a tray out of someone's hands.  The tray went sailing through the air and landed on the floor with a loud crash.  The plastic tray broke into million of pieces and the food splattered everywhere.  To make matter worse, Chip landed on a girl who screamed.

"I'm so sorry."  Chip stood back up.  "I didn't mean to.  Here, let me help you up."  Chip offered his hand to the girl, but the girl didn't take it.

"What is going on here?"  A teacher asked.

"That guy did it."  A boy who tripped Chip pointed at Chip.  "I saw everything Mrs. Halibut.  Chip pushed her and threw the tray."

"Mr. Charlie Thorn, come with me."

"But-"

"No buts."

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"I can't believe that I got detention.  I didn't do anything."  Chip walked down the hallway heading to the detention room with his pillowcase still pinned to his back.

Chip opened the door only to find a note on the board.  No one else was in the room.

Chip read the note.


Chip takes a seat in the middle of the empty classroom.  The note doesn't say anything about no eating.  Chip opened his lunchbox.  He still had a slice of chicken, pepperoni, cheese, and chocolate marshmallows pizza left.  He happily ate his pizza.

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Yes he did eat that.  It was in
like the first episode of Mystic Force.

Perhaps taking up ridiculous bets with ridiculous consequences wasn't such a bright idea. His friend had won it fair and square, by getting the top score in the entire grade. Yosuke hadn't believed it, and now he was merely following the rules - whoever lost the bet had to dress in whatever the winner picked out for a day. Should've expected him to pick the pageant clothes...

Throughout his classes it had been extremely and utterly awkward, being stared at by everyone. He vowed never to accept another bet unless he was certain about it.

At lunch time, he barely picked at the cafeteria food, and didn't even look up to see the scuffle that happened nearby. Something about someone pushing another over. The brunette was too occupied with his own thoughts to care much.

And then the next bell rang, and he gathered his things, heading to his next class. On his way, he passed a group of snickering kids, and a couple who flicked coins at him.

"Hey, do you always dress up like this, Flower?

"Ooh, sing me a song and do a little dance for me, sweetheart~"

Eventually, the pestering became too much, and he found himself turning around and scowling at them. "You wanna go?" He growled at them, raising his fists into the air. He wasn't good at hand to hand combat, but when it came to protecting his pride... He was pretty persistent, and soon him and another student were battling it out in the hallway, drawing a sizeable crowd.

"...boys.."

A disdainful voice made Yosuke glance up to see his English teacher glaring down at him, and he immediately pulled away, putting on an apologetic smile. Mr. Goldsberg had a temper, and everyone knew not to push him too far.

"I-I'm sorry, s-sir." The teen mumbled out, his voice sounding higher pitched than normal.

"Don't try to act cute, Hanamura. Detention after school for the two of you."

"But sir, he started it!" The kid he had tussled with whined loudly and pointed at him. The teacher raised an eyebrow at Yosuke, though before he could protest, his frown grew bigger.

"Detention after school for a week, starting today."

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Yosuke walked into the detention room a few minutes later than he was supposed to. He had asked the teacher if he could at least go home and changed before he went, but no luck. He plopped down at one of the desks, laying his head and arms on top of it. The day was not going very well for him so far...

The smell of chocolate and marshmallows wafted over to him, and he looked up with a confused expression. A kid nearby was eating... A chocolate marshmallow pizza? What kinda food is that? The mere idea of his turned his stomach, and he was thankful he hadn't eaten much at lunch.

Though briefly reading the rules when he first came in, he decided that it would do no harm to partake in some conversation. After all, who did their homework, anyway? He turned to the other kid, and opened his mouth, only to have an embarrassing squeak come out of it. He quickly closed it and hid his face in his arms, scratching the idea off the list of things to do in the room. His face now bright red, he didn't dare to raise it.




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And sooooo I be here!

Fun fact ~ Hanamura means "flower village" - why one of the kids call him Flower. Was gonna use "Hana-chan", but figured just to keep honorifics out for now.

A few minutes later the door opened again.  A girl walked in.  She wore a beautiful, over-the-top, frilly dress.  She sat down at one of the desks and rested her head on top the desk.

Chip happily ate his pizza.  He was very glad that he brought home lunch with him today.  Chip noticed when the girl turned around to face Chip.  Wait, that's not a girl.  That's a guy dressed up like a girl.

The guy opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but a squeak came out.  He turned away from Chip and rested his head on the desk again.

Chip knew the rules, but that didn't stop him.  Chip finished his pizza and wiped his hands on his jeans.  With the paper and a pen in hand, Chip walked up to the guy.

"Hi.  I'm Chip.  I am starting a new club, or at least I want to.  I was wondering if you will sign.  The club will be about supernatural things.  Like werewolves and vampires.  It will also deal with magic.  I need like fifty signatures.  So, would you sign?"  Chip held out the paper and pen towards the guy.  I hope this guy will sign.  I don't have any signatures.

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1) Is this better
2) than this?
Please let me know.

Also can you guys see the picture at the top or am I just crazy?

Though his mind is on his homework assignment it's impossible to not overhear the one-sided conversation between the other two students. What kind of club is he trying to make? What would you do in it? Sit around and talk about made-up creatures and forces? Shadow keeps his snide remarks to himself. It wouldn't be wise to annoy anyone in here, lest he get reported and his detention stay lengthened.

He does make a comment though. A different one. "Does signing mean we have to join?" It isn't that the club interests him, although he could easily show the kid a thing or two about 'magic'. It's mainly curiosity at this point.

Chip did a half jump turn to face the person who asked the question.  Chip stood with his hands in fist on his hips.  He puffed out his chest like he's a superhero who just saved the day.  "I'm glad you asked citizen.  One of the requirements for starting a new club is to have at least fifty signatures for the students.  Signing the paper doesn't mean you have to join, but it would be great if you did."

Chip walked over to where the black haired student was sitting.  Chip pulled up a chair and sat down next to his "new" friend.  "So your interested in joining the club?  That's great.  Let me tell you all about it.

"The club will meet on Wednesdays after school.  Which is a good thing because I have chess club.  Although chess club meets in the mornings.

"Anyway, the club is mostly about the supernaturals, magical creatures, and other stuff that falls along those lines.  We'll take about what defines the creatures, how to kill them, how does one get turned into a creature.  Oh!"  Chip got up and rushed to his backpack.  He searched through his backpack until his found what he was looking for.  Chip returned to his "new" friend and showed him a card.

"Cool, uh?"  A big goofy grin formed a cross Chip's face.  "I am part of the Containment Of Underworld Nocturnal Transylvanian Vampires.  COUNTV for short.  So what do you guys think?  Going to sign?"  Chip looked back and forth at the two peoples in the room.

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Okay I think it is a computer thing.
Sometimes I can see the picture and other times I can't.

Wow Chip did a lot of talking in this.

Another kid came into the room and started working on his homework, but the brunette barely paid him any attention, instead moping away in his gloomy thoughts.

Hearing a voice, Yosuke glanced up to see the first boy speaking to him. Supernatural Club..? He wasn't very interested in it. And after the explanation, it didn't seem to make any more sense. Just silly fictional stuff, the kind for 'geeks'.

But feeling a bit bad for the kid, he took out his own pen and walked over to the other two. He glanced back at the kid, briefly taking a moment to yank the strawberry hair tie out of his hair. "I'll sign it." The teen spoke, his words coming out rougher than he intended. He said I don't have to join if I sign it... He thought, though a wave of guilt washed through him, imagining the kid sitting in a room by himself every Wednesday, hoping someone would come in and chat. Yosuke, what on earth are you getting yourself into...?

"I-I'll join as well." He added quickly, in the most masculine tone he could manage. He wasn't into science fiction, but he had his fair share of supernatural things. If the TV World could count as that. "By the way, I'm Yosuke Hanamura. Used to be on the track team until I got too busy with working at my dad's store." He introduced himself.



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I can also see the pictures, so it could be your computer... As for the text, the bolded is easier for me to read c:

Shortish post is short here~

Conner didn't care about detention. It was pointless, and he was tempted to skip it. Only, he got detention due to skipping. So someone was going to care. Specifically Ma, and of course Pa would be disappointed in him for acting like so. Not to mention the inevitable lecture from Superman he was going to get already. He didn't need the lecture to be any longer than it was going to be. Thus, he showed up to detention. Granted, he was late, but there nonetheless.

The room already had three other kids. Two boys and a girl that wasn't much to look at. He didn't bother greeting them or anything, Conner just plopped down at a desk in the back corner. Dealing with high school was pointless enough, he didn't want to interact with anyone dumb enough to land a spot in detention with him. He let his chin rest on his hand as he read the board. No talking or phones? I could live without communicating with these people. "You will do your homework"? Yeah, right. Who's grand idea was it to punish "bad" kids with detention anyways? "Hey, lets gather all the bad kids and make them sit in a room together for a long time with nothing to do!" Real genius there.

He shook his head and just kept staring at the board. Conner was hoping maybe he could blast it with his heat vision. He didn't quite have it under control yet, so that was a real possibility. Granted, it'd ruin the glasses he was wearing to "hide his identity" and show everyone in the room that he wasn't an average joe, but watching a white board melt under the heat almost seemed worth it. Almost. Blowing his cover wasn't that big a deal to Conner in the first place. He wasn't even Conner. He was Superboy. There was no way he wanted to stay stuck in a seat for six hours. He didn't like to keep his feet on the ground. He was super. He wanted to be out and about actually using his powers for good instead being average.

Still ignoring the other three, Conner groaned quietly before burying his head in his folded up arms on the desk.

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Mwahaha! Jumped in and Conner already doesn't give a crap!

Conner's head might've been tucked in his folded arms, but that didn't keep him from paying attention to his surroundings. He could still hear everything going on around him. Literally everything. He could even hear the heartbeats of the others. He tuned it out though, and paid more attention to their chattering. Something about signing a paper. What it was, Conner didn't know, but he was a little curious. However, he had no intention on signing as well, no matter much the redhead would ask. Unless, it was a petition against detention, then he'd put his name and initials all over that paper.

Though, none of them really said much since he walked in. The only way he knew of the paper was seeing it and hearing them from down the hall. He really couldn't help himself from eavesdropping. It was a skill that came easy for him. And he couldn't wait for his x-ray vision to develop too, he missed peeping with the x-ray visor.

The clone looked back up at the board. His eyes followed the words again. This time he liked it even less. Conner could feel his eyes grow hot. Well, look at that. Heat vision's turning itself on again. Immediately he stood up and turned away. No. No way I'm blasting something in front of these dorks.

As he turned away, Conner could feel his eyes cool again. He sighed with relief before making his away to the door. No way was he going to sit around in school a minute longer. It was Friday. He was supposed to be heading over to the Titan's tower by now. Cassie was going to flip at him for being late just for detention. Why be stuck in a boring old town anyways if he could be off with his friends that he didn't actually need to be "Conner Kent, Clark Kent's cousin" in front of? He could actually use his powers, and the girls there actually had good bodies to look at.

And with the thought of seeing Wonder Girl and Starfire's sweet bodies in ten minutes or so, Conner Kent exited the room, and started down the hallway.

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Aaanndd Conner's done.

"A-ah, where did I put my history binder..? It must be here somewhere!" Matthieu fretted to himself as he searched through his entire locker, and then rummaged in his bag. He was absent-minded at times, so he could have easily left it behind somewhere... But where? Was it in a class he had this morning, or afternoon? In the cafeteria, or left behind during robotics club...? The worry made him chew his lip nervously as he checked his things several times. He had to study for the upcoming test...

"Hey, bro! What 'cha doing? I thought you would've gone home by now!"

A loud voice, muffled by what the blonde presumed was a large hamburger, accompanied with a hard slap on the back startled him, causing him to jump.

"A-Alfred! Don't scare me like that!" He hissed at his older brother, who was busy stuffing his face and texting at the same time.

"Well, Mattie, you just gotta be less of a mouse and more like... An eagle! Yeah, a bald eagle!"

"Oh, for maple's sake, you're embarrassing... Et mon dieu, please shut your mouth when you're eating. Papa says it's not good manners."

"Whatever you say, Mattie. I gotta go catch up with the rest of the baseball team. Catch ya later!"

Matthieu watched his brother run off, and frowned to himself. He turned to the polar bear cub sitting on the ground beside him. "Kumajojo, how does he eat like that, and yet play so many sports?"

"Who are you?"

"...Matthieu." He rolled his eyes before locking his locker, and heading towards the robotics classroom. Kumajirou followed obediently behind him. Fortunately, he was able to find his history binder in the room, and started hurrying down the hallways, knowing his parents would be worried if he got home too late. In his haste, he didn't notice someone in front of him, and bumped into them, dropping his books and other things in the process.

"Oh mon dieu, je suis très désolé! I-I mean, I-I'm really sorry!" He sputtered as he tried to gather up his belongings, his face red. The bear behind him curiously walked up to the stranger, and sniffed him.


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Been a while since I've RP'd either of the NA bros. Kinda missed doing so :'D

Annnnd translations if anyone wants it ~

Oh mon dieu - oh my god
Je suis très désolé - I am very sorry

Matthieu was relieved that the other student wasn't angry at him... Or even noticed him at all! Listening to the other, he was surprised to hear the other seemingly wanting to be friends. The Canadian had never really had any friends. Anyone he had tried to be friends with always ended up calling him Alfred at one time or another, and conversations had slowly gotten more and more awkward, until it was only his bear and his brother. And even then, the relationship was more often one sided than not.

"Je m'appelle - erm, my name is Matthieu Williams, ans this is Monokuma..."

"Kumajirou!"

"Ah, um... Yeah. H-his name is Kumajirou, actually. He's a polar bear cub that has lived with me ever since I was young." He laughed nervously. "He can be a handful, really.." Though upon hearing Kalip's talk about 'Pokemon' and 'Trainers', the blonde frowned a little. What did he mean by that? Was that another word for an animal companion or something? "A-ah, Yumajojo isn't a, erm, Pokemon. He's just a normal bear that I taught how to speak English and French. He's rather smart, s-so I wouldn't exactly call myself a trainer or anything, haha.."

"Qui?"

"...je suis Matthieu!" Matthieu scowled at the bear before looking back up at Kalip apologetically. "Y-you'll have to excuse him... He doesn't really remember my name.

Taking notice of the form in the other student's hands, he stared at it curiously. "Are you starting up a new club?" He inquired quietly.


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Happy family~? X3

je m'appelle - I call myself

qui - who

je suis - I am

...and yes he just called his bear Monobear :'D

Conner was going to be up an out of the school in a split second. Soon enough he would be high above the building, making his way to San Francisco to the Titan's Tower. Obviously Starfire, Beastboy, and Cyborg would already be there, and possibly Wonder Girl and Impulse knowing the the two of them. No matter who was there, they would provide better company than a boring old dork from school. Average people were too slow and simple for his taste. Robin was human, but he was still a hell of a lot more interesting than his classmates.

He was ready to pop apart his button down shirt and zoom off, but the sound of the someone coming out of a room behind him made his stop before the shield showed. He turned on his heels and tilted his glasses down the bridge of his nose to see who it was. None other than the girl in detention. So, she was being a rebel too, huh? Conner had to admit he liked a girl with attitude, but this chick just didn't seem to be ditching because she could. She seemed like a girl on a mission. Instead of getting the hell out of there, Conner started to follow her down the hall curiously. Wonder Girl wouldn't kill him for being a little late. He could be there in a split second anyways. "Hey, don't you have a detention to sit through?" He called to her with a chuckle. Sure, he was supposed to be there too, but he didn't care about that.

"Whatcha in detention for anyways?" He casually walked next to the girl. He took a look at her again. As much as the dress didn't look bad on her, she wasn't the prettiest girl he's seen by far.

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BOOM! Yosuke's involved again!

Matthieu looked a bit confused by the other's words. "Kalosian...? U-um, no... it's French. My father's from France, so he taught me it when I was little. And then my mother tried to teach me and my brother English and... well, let's just say my family's kinda complicated, haha..." The teen flushed lightly, scratching the back of his wavy hair. "H-honestly, Alfred never really learned French.."

He frowned as Kalip kept mentioning Pokemon. "A-ah, I don't believe we have any such creatures known as Pokemon... are they some sort of video game creature? I-I'm sure my brother Alfred would know what they are... I-I'm sorry." He seemed thoroughly embarrassed. Was the other student from another country? Was that their word for animals? Either way, he doesn't feel like making Kalip feel equally awkward.

"I'll still join your... erm... Pokemon Club. It sounds like a nice club." He managed his best smile... before seeing the strange creature that came out of a spherical object in Kalip's hand. He could barely stifle a startled gasp - what was that sphere, and that creature? Matthieu had never seen anything like it, not even in any of his text books or Alfred's silly video games. Was it some sort of new technology? And what was that creature? Was it mechanical? A robot? It certainly made the young Canadian very curious.

"W-what was that?" He mumbled, his face reddening again. Boy, he was not good in socialising with others. "Was that a... robot? O-or some new animal?" Or was that... what he was referring to? A 'Pokemon'? Many questions bombarded Matthieu's mind, and he turned away. "D-désolé... I'm not used to such strange things. We don't have those kinds of things... l-like that creature, or that.. object in your hand."

Reflecting back on Kalip's words... a cultural exchange between the two would definitely benefit both of them. Not only would it help them to understand each other, but it would also quench Matthieu's strong, sudden curiosity. "We should definitely talk more, i-it seems. I would love to know more about this intriguing place you come from, with different animals and stuff."


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Watch as Kumajirou suddenly closes the doors and makes an announcement...

...he is secretly the principal. That's why no one knows who he is! He's Monokuma!   I'm done here good bye all.

Matthieu listened patiently to the other, his eyes curiously watching Jek carefully as soon as he returned. Kumajirou crawled over to the Pokemon and sniffed him carefully, before stepping backwards with a confused expression; it didn't seem like the bear had ever seen or smelled such a creature before. The whole experience would definitely be new for the two of them...

The Canadian and his bear followed after Kalip and Jek, who lead them to the said empty room. As he passed by the detention room, he could see some kids who were sitting inside. He supposed there was rarely a day where the room was completely empty after school. He added the kids he saw to the mental list of people to be cautious around; if they were trouble makers, he didn't want to take any bad risks.

Once they arrived at the room, Matthieu sat down at one of the desks, and listened attentively to Kalip as he explained what a Pokeball was. It seemed like some sort of small, portable capturing device, like a cage..? He frowned; he was a bit against such matters, but maybe the Pokeball was different. He briefly wondered if there was more space inside of one than in a cage. More comfortable, perhaps? It was something he would have to ask Kalip after...

"We call the non-humans 'animals', and there's many species of them. For example, Koomojaro is a polar bear, a type of bear. Bears are a part of the mammal family. There are several other groups of animals, called birds, reptiles, amphibians, fish and insects. And within them, many types of animals, like squirrels, eagles, snakes, frogs, sharks, butterflies.. There's many more, as well. But we only keep some as companions, like cats, dogs, birds, lizards, snakes, frogs and fish. And we use fewer for jobs, like horses, dogs and birds." He explained.

"My next question is this - what are the Pokeballs like inside?"


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I shall get to it soon XDDD SOOOON

Yosuke froze when he heard the student addressing him as soon as he left the room. As much as he wanted to change ASAP, he didn't want to come off as rude. He stopped and turned to the other student, frowning slight at the comment. "There's no teacher supervising. I might as well take the time to change out of this stupid outfit." He said nonchalantly, expecting the other to know that he was not a girl, like many had mistook him for, earlier in the day. It was pretty obvious, wasn't it?

"Got detention 'cause some guys tried to hit on me... Y'know, it's pretty hard not to be provoked by that kinda stuff. I got into a fight with 'em, but a teacher happened to be nearby, and they pinned the blame on me. Honestly, it wouldn't have ever happened if I didn't lose that stupid bet." He crossed his arms and huffed grumpily, before pausing. "What 'bout you?"



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Cue the awkwardness!