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rakuen2012-01-13 09:17 pm
heardramonasing) wrote in rakuen2012-01-13 09:17 pm
Entry tags:
Scott Pilgrim and the Unteachable Lesson
Characters: Scott Pilgrim + any and all students in Fortitude
Format: Any, Scott'll be posting in action
This log is: Open
Location: The Music Room
Summary: Scott is up for his first lesson as Music teacher. Minor snag though.. He forgot how to play his instrument.
Warnings: Swearing. Lots of swearing. And awkwardness. Pretty even with both of these.
[Scott had barely gotten any sleep on Sunday night. With the impending doom looming over his head, he found sleep to be something which he would never again obtain. Fretting the entire night on just how a man who had no clue as to play a musical instrument would effectively be able to teach a class of students.. Well.. It made him panic. Panic is the best word to describe his actions, so we'll go with that.
Now standing in the doorway of his classroom, Scott could not run away from this as per his usual reaction to problems that came his way. No, our hero had to face this head on, least he face a punishment far worse than death. And so, Scott Pilgrim began his death march towards his desk, clinging to what books he had been provided by the school, awaiting the moment of judgment to be placed upon him.]
-AHEM- "Uhh.. Oh.. Uhh.. H-Hello.. I.. I'm.. I'm Scott? I erm I mean I'm your.. Teacher? Scott Pilgrim? I'm your teacher, Scott Pilgrim. Yes. Yes I'm your teacher. I know.. How to uhh.. Your teacher.."
[Like a deer in the headlights, kids.]
Format: Any, Scott'll be posting in action
This log is: Open
Location: The Music Room
Summary: Scott is up for his first lesson as Music teacher. Minor snag though.. He forgot how to play his instrument.
Warnings: Swearing. Lots of swearing. And awkwardness. Pretty even with both of these.
[Scott had barely gotten any sleep on Sunday night. With the impending doom looming over his head, he found sleep to be something which he would never again obtain. Fretting the entire night on just how a man who had no clue as to play a musical instrument would effectively be able to teach a class of students.. Well.. It made him panic. Panic is the best word to describe his actions, so we'll go with that.
Now standing in the doorway of his classroom, Scott could not run away from this as per his usual reaction to problems that came his way. No, our hero had to face this head on, least he face a punishment far worse than death. And so, Scott Pilgrim began his death march towards his desk, clinging to what books he had been provided by the school, awaiting the moment of judgment to be placed upon him.]
-AHEM- "Uhh.. Oh.. Uhh.. H-Hello.. I.. I'm.. I'm Scott? I erm I mean I'm your.. Teacher? Scott Pilgrim? I'm your teacher, Scott Pilgrim. Yes. Yes I'm your teacher. I know.. How to uhh.. Your teacher.."
[Like a deer in the headlights, kids.]
Sorry for the late, school is destorying me ;3;
"Ahh! Y-Yes! Those are uhh.. Uhh..."
[SHIT! HE TOTALLY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL INSTRUMENTS THESE ALL WERE! HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY DID, OR WHAT SOUND THEY MADE, OR WHAT PART OF.. PART OF?!]
"Ooo.. Oh God.. What the hell are these?!"
No problem! School does that to all of us >:U Also tell me if Dave's font is a bother :x
Oh...this must be more of that forgetting shit shenanigans. He tapped Scott's shoulder and showed im the screen of his PDA. He couldn't talk so he couldn't just ask without the use of text.]
forgot???