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Post by Walther Menon on Sept 27, 2024 14:09:32 GMT -7
Being a teacher was never something Walther ever thought was a career path he would be taking and yet here he was, actually dealing with other people and not just other people, but actual teens. Teens were a troublesome lot, though when he thought like that he disliked how old it made him sound. With the café being his main focus, being a PE teacher was quite a good compromise and fitness was his expertise.
While Walther couldn’t say he specialized in any sports, he did his best to make sure to assist with any sports that the students were interested in while also teaching them about it. He tried his best to make sure to make his classes fun and he wasn’t above using loopholes when it came to the curriculum. So long as you actually tried and gave a damn then Walther wasn’t a hard grader.
It was mid day when Walther walked out through the academy, his gloved hand holding his chin calmly as he walked outside towards his destination all the while deep in though on what he was going to do. It was good to be prepared, and Walther needed to do just that when it came to getting ready for class. The equipment depended on what activity or sport they were going to indulge in, but what exact equipment he needed? Well, Walther did not know. Maybe it was him being a bit lazy but he figured he would just come up with something once he reached the equipment shed.
Ignoring the hustle and bustle of the students and staff going around Walther continued onwards until he couldn’t help but raise a brow and notice the small shed he was looking for. There was a bigger shed and most of the equipment was situated in the gym, but Walther figured it wouldn’t hurt to check out what was in the smaller equipment shed as he was nearby.
Taking out his key and shoving it into the rather old looking lock, Walther unlocked the door and took grasp of the door handle, turning it mid way but pausing the moment he heard an odd noise. “hm? Well that’s...weird…” Walther muttered to himself before shrugging as he continued to twist the door knob only for the door to struggle to open. “…great…” Walther grumbled as he tried pull the door, the door stubbornly refusing to open until some force was used and Walther swung the door open.
With the door open Walther should have been relieved that the annoying part was over, but unfortunately for him that was further from the truth. With the door open, Walther eyes could only narrow, his brow twitching a bit as he looked rather annoyed. Before his very eye was a mere stack of equipment all stacked together in a mere mess. Rackets, hockey sticks, basketballs, baseballs, volleyballs, tables for table tennis, carts to hold sports balls, and many many more stood as a big messy pile right where the door was. With the door open the pile made an eerie creak and Walther knew full well what was going to happen next. “Well Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-” Walther let out as the pile, no longer supported by the door, fell forward towards Walther in an avalanche of sporting goods.
A basketball rack hit his gut, a group of hockey sticks hit his shoulder, a bag of volleyball hit the other shoulder. A table tennis table pushed downwards adding to the weight of all the equipment falling forward, yet Walther stood there arms out holding the mess back. He didn’t have time to dodge, but he at least was able to hold back the avalanche…a tad. His shoes began to skid on the ground as he was pushed back, the bottom of his shoes trying their best to stop the movement. Narrowed eye and gritted teeth Walther stood strong against the push of the equipment, though he was at a bit of a standstill. “iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinut butter biscuits” Walther grunted out censoring himself at the very least as his hands tried to push the mess of sporting equipment.
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Post by Mason Sato on Oct 31, 2024 16:17:57 GMT -7
Had he known what Mr Menon's opinion was, Mason would agree with him. Teenagers were a troublesome lot. He knew this from first experience himself, not only because he was one, but also because he spent most of his day surrounded by them. He couldn't say so much about the girls, but teenage boys could be total jerks. Certainly he had been on the receiving end of their less than polite attention. Mason was smaller than most boys in his class- even before he arrived at Panacea Academy. As a result he got messed with a lot by them, thinking that being smaller than them, he would be an easy 'chew toy' for them. Boy were they wrong... Mason wasn't afraid to stand up for himself when confronted by bullies. Sometimes his tormentors were outraged that he would think about standing up for himself. Others found it amusing, because it was kind of fun to needle him and see how soon they could make him blow his stack. Which he did on occasion. Needless to say, Mason wasn't afraid to 'throw hands' if a kid was trying to mess with him too much or thought they could put hands on him. In reflection sometimes he wondered if his parents sent him here, because he kept getting into fights. Yeah...that big jerk Ethan didn't like get a wrist-lock on him and being taken to the floor. If there was one place on the campus of Panacea Academy that you were most likely to find Mason, it was either the Sportsplex or the Athletic Fields. Even outside of class time, you would find him there working out diligently. Mason knew he was a pretty good athlete and knew that the reason he was, it was because he worked out a lot. Sometimes it would seem like if he wasn't in class, asleep or eating, he was working out. It could seem sometimes that he spent more time in his work out clothes, than he did in his school uniform. That would seem so today. Mason was hurrying towards the Athletic Fields after his bi-daily run. He wanted to get to the Sportsplex to work out before some late class got in there and he had to leave to make room. This usually meant that would be knocking out heaps of Push-Ups, Sit-ups and maybe Pull-ups- if he could find a spare space on the bar. He was pleased with himself today because the day before he had been beating his personal best at Pull-Ups compared to this time last month. Mason liked to push his limits whenever he could. That was why he was such a great wrestler, because he was willing to push himself so far. Often his best (or worse) wrestling opponent, was himself- because he was resisting his desire to quit sometimes. As a result he was fast and strong for a kid his size and age. Trotting along across the Athletic Fields, he saw Mr Menon outside one of the sheds in the near distance. Mason liked Mr Menon. It wasn't just because he was his favorite teacher in his favorite class. Mr Menon looked like he played sports- maybe in the past. He usually wore baggy clothes it seemed a lot in class, but being an athlete Mason could tell he had a well-toned and muscular build on him, not that dissimilar to his own chiselled wiry body. It would not be hard for Walther to notice Mason in his class. For a kid his size, Mason attacked whatever exercise he was given to do, with a fierce aggression- like a little angry honey badger. He always seemed to be an excited ball of energy in his class, that was always the first to finish doing an assigned number of Push-Ups or the last to finish if they had to do them until he couldn't do any more. There was a warrior essence about him. It was in the way he was in class- deeply focused and in the way he moved. Mason had no idea if Walther knew he was a wrestler, because he had no idea if that was on his school transcript- because he had not told him either. Needless to say, he looked like he did some kind of martial art. Which he did. Apart from wrestling, Mason did MMA training. He liked how it challenged him and kept him in shape during the off season for wrestling. It helped to harness and feed his fierce aggression when he was on the mat or facing challenges in his life. He had no idea what Mr Menon was doing at the shed. It looked like he was having problems getting the door open. Mason could only figure it was stuck or something, because Mr Menon was really pulling at the door. All of a sudden it opened and his Gym teacher seemed to be swallowed up by a avalanche of sports equipment. "Holy crap!" he exclaimed in surprize. This was not what he expected to happen! At a sprint he ran over to the shed, seeing that he was in trouble. "You okay Mr Menon?" he called up as he drew closer. Walther Menon |
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Post by Walther Menon on Nov 21, 2024 1:34:09 GMT -7
There were many ways to deal with this predicament, though Walther was not sure which way would be best suited and which way would be the worst way to deal with this mess. “I swear if I run into who ever did this crap I swear I’ll-gkhh” Walther murmured to himself as he felt the items shift. It wasn’t a case of just a case of dealing with heavy weights, but more so it was more a stability issue.
Walther was rather lucky that all the items fell in a sort of clogged state, bigger items holding back the smaller items while the door frame also did its job in holding some back. While the weight of the items was manageable, it was fragile state in which if he moved a wrong way or release the pressure then all the item could come crashing down in an instant. A few smaller items like tennis balls would fall and roll away though it only added some pressure as the sportalanche would creek and grumble and groan, like a beast threatening to fall.
Walther wasn’t the type of guy that would like to make a big commotion, he was the type who liked to ease into the background if he could, but out in the open like this in the athletic field area he was bound be noticed by someone at some point, though Walther would soon realize there was already someone watching.
Two hands holding back the mess, though the familiar voice was heard and his head glanced over at who it was. Mason perhaps was one of his best students and he admired the kid’s drive. The kid was small he had to admit, but Walther was never one to judge on size and he knew the kid could kick the asses of peers much bigger than him. In a way it was perfect! Of all people to appear, Mason was an excellent choice!
Despite the raging sea of items threatening him, Walther looked over at his student with his usual stoic look and moved one hand and moved it from the avalanche, raising his hand in greeting. “Yo Mason…” Walther said rather casually, though moving one hand from the items was a terrible decision as the instability cause the pileup to roar the loudest it had ever done since it began, causing Walther to look back at the incoming destruction. “Well shit…” Walther said as the pile finally gave way and fell forward, devouring Walther.
Walther found himself push down to his back, a mountain of sporting goods now completely coating him and pilled on top. A few balls bounced away and a cold breeze blew by as there was a rather awkward silence until finally the pile rumbled once again. From the pile emerged a gloved hand that rose up, fingers twitching a bit before closing with a thumbs up.
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