Post by Jones on Nov 8, 2012 19:19:50 GMT -5
It was a normal day of school... well as normal as Hive Falcon Academy got. A troll in clown make up had been forcefully removed from art class after emptying an entire coffee can of confetti down his pants and shirt and talking about how he was now all the colors man... he got an A+ for participation for the day from the teacher through. The auto shop was reopened and the teacher was a bit bewildered to find a student already at work when he unlocked the door that morning but seeing as the mohawked individual was... actually trust worthy in this room he over looked it. A pie fight hat broken out in the lower class dorms and a resident of the higher class dorms threatened to eat another resident for breaking into his bosses room while she was sleeping to steal... things. All in all a fairly normal day as people went to their first class of the day but as this happened something out of the ordinary happened.
In each class room and hallway a hex of the ceiling folded down revealing a screen and the staff and students who were expecting to see Principle Slade and his signature helm instead gazed upon the piercing eyes and gray hair of the gym teacher. Rather then in his casual wear he sat in a chair wearing a black suit and tie and he gazed at those watching with a steely gaze full of purpose and certainty. A gaze that brooked no argument, no disagreement. For a full half a minute he just stared into the camera. Just long enough to make those watching uncomfortable, curious... and maybe a little scared and then finally his gravelly voice spoke and rang through the school.
"Hello students and facility. I am Mister Jones as you might know and as you may or may not be aware Mr. Slade is no longer the principle of this institution. During an emergency meeting of the school board last night at midnight they in their... wisdom decided to appoint me the new Principle. The new Vice Principle... the old janitor..."
Jones looked to the side and raised an eyebrow at someone off screen before shrugging either not knowing or caring about that choice.
"Is now my second in command. Some of you might feel slighted that you were pasted over... get over it. You can not imagine how little I care. Some of the students might think they can pull one over on ol' Principle Jones..."
His eyes narrowed, the pupils of his eyes like gun barrels as they starred down the cameras.
"I can not stress what a poor idea that would be. Do not try me. You will find me old, and with very little in the way of mercy."
Again, a moment of quiet before he continued.
"Your previous principle seemed to have made it his job for you to achieve your potentials.... I am not him. I expect you to exceed even that. Expect further changes. Oh... and Will Vriska Sekret come to my office.... now."
The last word seemed to echo not only through the halls and rooms but in the very bones of those listening, a word of dread and horrible certainty. as without another moment to spare. The screens turned off and rose back into the ceilings.
In each class room and hallway a hex of the ceiling folded down revealing a screen and the staff and students who were expecting to see Principle Slade and his signature helm instead gazed upon the piercing eyes and gray hair of the gym teacher. Rather then in his casual wear he sat in a chair wearing a black suit and tie and he gazed at those watching with a steely gaze full of purpose and certainty. A gaze that brooked no argument, no disagreement. For a full half a minute he just stared into the camera. Just long enough to make those watching uncomfortable, curious... and maybe a little scared and then finally his gravelly voice spoke and rang through the school.
"Hello students and facility. I am Mister Jones as you might know and as you may or may not be aware Mr. Slade is no longer the principle of this institution. During an emergency meeting of the school board last night at midnight they in their... wisdom decided to appoint me the new Principle. The new Vice Principle... the old janitor..."
Jones looked to the side and raised an eyebrow at someone off screen before shrugging either not knowing or caring about that choice.
"Is now my second in command. Some of you might feel slighted that you were pasted over... get over it. You can not imagine how little I care. Some of the students might think they can pull one over on ol' Principle Jones..."
His eyes narrowed, the pupils of his eyes like gun barrels as they starred down the cameras.
"I can not stress what a poor idea that would be. Do not try me. You will find me old, and with very little in the way of mercy."
Again, a moment of quiet before he continued.
"Your previous principle seemed to have made it his job for you to achieve your potentials.... I am not him. I expect you to exceed even that. Expect further changes. Oh... and Will Vriska Sekret come to my office.... now."
The last word seemed to echo not only through the halls and rooms but in the very bones of those listening, a word of dread and horrible certainty. as without another moment to spare. The screens turned off and rose back into the ceilings.