Wonho strolled into class, his typical look consisted of a straight face and his hands stuffed into his pockets. He let his narrow eyes scan the classroom before nodding. "neh... This is where I shall be instead of..." His voice trailed off as he looked upon his hand where his schedule was written down. "Math." Wonho let his hand drop back to his side. He ran through the gym and up a small staircase to the weight room. He plopped onto one of the seats and propped his feet up onto the dumbbells. Drawing a cigarette from his pocket and sticking it between his lips, within no time it was lit and Wonho was exhale smoke.
@Kim Jisoo [] Hey sorry for the late reply i just started school and its been a bit busy for me
Taehyung was not feeling it today. he would usually enjoying playing this dumb game and purposely hitting other students in the face. Like the slow reaction time students that were in class B and C. It was the funniest thing to seem them trip over themselves. He just didnt feel like doing anything today and his little minions were more than happy to accomadate his lack of effort for the day. It was mere nothing to him, this was to slightly get them active and think they were normal. He was far from normal, he could never be that and he accepted the fact he was a mad men already and liked to play the part. He stood there and just set the ball and looked at the teacher. He rolled his eyes and stood up straight but with his hands behind his neck. "Yeah actually I am. Thanks for being concerned. I have a little booty call who is just waiting for me an di would love to give it good to him." His tone was playful and of course it was sarcastic to the teacher. There was no respect for him one but. "One on One volleyball is dull you know. its just a stupid tennis if you play it that way."
@Kim Jisoo Taehyung hated this class more than anything. Gym was a waste of time for him and well he just thought why make them run endlessly when they could do something more productive. He didnt know what that more productive thing was, but something better than working on so called team skills. This gym class was a mix of all the Class C, B, and A students. He knew a bunch of them and well they were just pawns in his whole game. Taehyung knew he was never going to get better and he liked the life he was living. He hasn't died and well the games he played and his sadistic nature was just who he was. Entering the gym in his ridaculous outfit, he could tell that Kim-sunbaenim was just eyeing him. He knew that he was the bad apple of the bunch.
'He groaned and made his way to his little group of friends who did most of the work while they played. He just played along and listened and started to stretch but not taking it any seriously. He just leaned here and there, not giving a single .
*wanders in and looks around the large, empty gym*
*smirks to myself and skips my way to the other side*
*hums to myself, digging the bottle of spray paint out of my pocket*
*starts drawing a comical rendition of the principal on the wall*
*smacks some gum as I paint, shaking the can every few sprays*
