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[b]Location:[/b] The arena
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Silent Observer] [@Lovely complex]


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[indent]Gym class sucked. Really, school in general kinda sucked, but hey. This was the curse of the American government’s power over everything! School. Mandatory. If you don’t show up, your parents get arrested because you’re a truant. Lawson had no idea who the fuck came up with that, but they deserved to be FIRED. Because of them, here he was. Attending school. Trying to do math, being forced to do homework, interacting with people.

But hey, at least there was always good music during gym class. In all honesty, it sucked less than the other classes he had to attend. Lawson just wanted to know what fucking garbage weighted ‘random’ generator the coach used to make up these teams. Christopher Robin [i]and[/i] Ryan, arguably the two most athletic (and easily the most competitive) lads in the class on one team? And then you put Remy, Temperance, himself, and Kenzi on the same team? Bullshiiiiiiiiit. Bullshiiiiiiiiit. At some point in Ray Delaney’s mind, he had thought these teams were not only a good idea, but they were ‘fair’ and ‘balanced.’

Coach must have been taking classes on balance from the same people who’d balanced ice mages in WoW, because this made no sense. Looking around the gym, he spotted Kenzi up in the stands. Per usual, she was the one who had the most sense of everything. Fuuuuuuuck this shit. Glancing at the list of teams one last time, Lawson considered his options. Go sit next to Kenzi, and double team the coach when he tried to get them to do shit, or take the chance to hit Ryan and CR with hard rubber. Truly, the dilemma of the century. 

Eh, Kenzi looked like she had the bleachers on lock. However, the absentness of his friend posed a problem to the young lad, and watching Rachel walk away from the Coach, Lawson took this chance to step forward and voice his concerns. Stepping up in front of Mr. Delaney, while his peers ran around him, doing laps or… something, Law had made a conscious decision to skip warm up and so far so good, Lawon spoke to the big guy.

[color=1e8910][b]“Hey, Coach. You seen Kenzi sitting up on the bleachers. Now, everybody already knows that she ain’t budgin’, lad. Now, this poses a problem, because our [i]already[/i] terribly balanced teams are thrown off even by Kenzi’s sudden, and completely expected, decision to sit in the bleachers and let the rest of us get, ahem, excuse my French, fucked. Brutally. You see, Coach, they say all men are created equal. Well, you look at Remy and you look at Ryan and Christopher Robin and you know that that’s not true. See, normally when you make gym class teams, there’s a 50/50 chance of winning for each team. But, CR and Ryan are genetic freaks, and they ain’t normal, dude. And then you add CR’s ho to the mix? And my team got a 25% chance [i]at best[/i] of beatin’ them. Then, you add Kenzi to the mix also? My team’s chances of winning drastically go down! Because Kenzi [I]KNOWS[/I] she can't beat team one, and she ain’t even gonna try! So that gives them a 66 ⅔ chance of winning, and my team a 33 ⅓ chance of winning. So, you take my team’s 33 ⅓ chance of winning, minus the 25% chance of winning that CR’s girl gives us, and we got an 8 ⅓ chance of winning this game of dodgeball! But then you take CR and Ryan’s 75% chance of winning if they was to go against the whole class alone, and then you add 66 ⅔ percents chance of winning, and their team got 141 ⅔ chance of winning this game of dodgeball! See, Coach, the numbers don’t lie and they spell DISASTER for my team during this game of dodgeball, dig?”[/b][/color] Lawson threw his hands up in the air, as if this all made perfect sense. Which it totally didn’t, but whatever. He had a point he was going to get to.

Ray furrowed his eyebrows. Why were all these kids nonsensical? And on top of that, no one ever wanted to [i]try[/i]. You got his son that wanted to escape and knowing Remy, he’d fake an injury or something stupid, just so he could join Kenzi on the bleachers or go where he wanted to go originally, the nurse. Then you got girls and their womanly troubles and no filters, what so ever.  He might have been [i]slightly[/i] annoyed at Rachel for telling the world that Ashley was on her period and she was not. And now, you got the boy that could talk on, and on, and on, dancing around his point, just so Ray could be reasonable (and a huge possibility the boy just liked hearing his voice). God, some days being a teacher was damned stressful, but he loved it, so c’est la vie. [b][color=FFA07A]“Are you suggesting Christopher Robin and Ryan versus the entire class? Or do you want me to rework the teams where I debuff team 1, so team 2 can get away with slackin’? Please enlighten me with what The Law thinks would benefit my class.”[/color][/b]

[color=1e8910][b] “You know, what I’m actually sayin’ is you should scramble the teams, but now that you mention it, CR and Ryan would have a 75% chance against the whole class alone. I thought I was clear about that? But, whatever. Scramble the teams. Make things less sucky.”[/b][/color] It was only seconds after Lawson spoke that Christopher Robin zero’d in on it and complained.

[color=08c7d1][b]”Awww, what? Don’t do that! These teams are fire. Straight supa hot fire. Leave ‘em be. Getting shit on builds character.”[/b][/color] He said quickly, calling out from across the gym, where he’d been getting situated to dumpster Jar and co. Come on, coach, don’t ruin this for him! 

FiFi was practically vibrating with excitement to play dodgeball. It didn’t even matter remotely to her that the teams were not balanced, she didn’t even consider that. So many of her friends were on her team, even her bestie! They would play, they would have a blast, and they would [i]definitely[/i] win. All this complaining was only sending out bad vibes. [color=c0e03e][b]“CR’s half right, Law. Let’s do this, just be confident, throw really hard, and it will be their team who is ‘building character’.”[/b][/color] FiFi said cheerily, adding finger quotations to the last part.

Everyone started getting in position, one side far more miserable than the other, unless you were Rachel, who appeared to be a ditz nearly all the time. Wrapping her arms around her other best friend, Ffiona, who was thankfully on her team, the curly haired blonde excitably chirped, [b][color=BA55D3]”You ready to get some booty? And by booty I mean pelting balls at people. Extra points if you hit their butts.”[/color][/b] 

[color=c0e03e][b]“Yes, girrrl. That’s the spirit!”[/b][/color] Ffiona responded and shook her own teal gym short-clad booty for emphasis. [color=c0e03e][b]“We’ll call it the Booty Bonus.”[/b][/color]

Lala, who was stretching her arms on the other side, couldn’t help but smile at this. Rachel talked a lot louder than she realized. [b][color=ff2052]“I’m sure FiFi wouldn’t mind getting some actual booty either, huh?”[/color][/b] Teasingly chuckling, Lorelei gave her friends a smug look and a cheeky grin. 

Ffiona’s speckled cheeks went from ginger pale to beet red in less than a second. [color=c0e03e][b]“Hey!”[/b][/color] she squeaked defensively. It was one thing to have her virginal status called out like that in front of the entire class, it was another thing to be called out by [i]LaLa[/i]. FiFi shook it off, she had to, before her cheeks betrayed her any further. Instead, she set off to do the unthinkable - and skip-ran over to Kenzi in an attempt to coax her from the bleachers, and join the game. If anyone could get the spunky ‘ask me how much I care’ girl to do something, it was Ffiona. Most people eventually caved just to get her to stop talking.[/indent]