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Uncle Moose · 05-10-2011, 04:52 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Shaw

Shaw laughed nervously.

Gravity cows sounded not only familiar, but deadly serious and dangerous.

"I did?" Good to know.

Shaw grabbed up his half-eaten cup nervously. "You watch yourself now! Rats are filthy! WHY would you need a rat? Cups are useful; rats are not."

...awww.

Awww.

Shaw had the urge to turn his music back on and rock himself to sleep after this one spoke.

"Well...put. I think. Well said." What HAD she said again?

"Marred?" Shaw turned halfway around, always keeping one eye on the students and the door, but looked at this marring. "All's I see is my name up there. Looks pretty good, too. S's are hard to do with a chainsaw."

"Don't ever think your enemy is smarter than you." Or on second thought, "or is it always assume they're smarter than you? Regardless, just do what I say when I say it and there's a good chance no one will get hurt."

Shaw nibbled his cup thoughtfully.

"You got some pretty strong and high O-pinions there. Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

He bit off another piece of cup and spit it in the floor.

"Gas," Shaw corrected, "this puppy runs off of GAS-O-LINE." For a moment, Shaw got that crazy twinkle in his eye like he MIGHT fire up his saw once again.

But it went away as fast it came and Shaw was left looking generally confused as to where he was and why that girl was looking at him and breathing funny.

"Oh I didn't harm your ears. If I harmed your ears you'd know it. I'd know it. It'd be a mess in here." Shaw waved his arm around to indicate no mess. Simply no mess here. "Gamp didn't KNOW crap. You can quote that. Right that down. Gamp didn't know crap."

Shaw laughed. Was he serious? Kidding? Did he even know?

"If someone attacks, I'm with you. You got your head on your shoulders."

"Killing? I don't know about that. It could be used for killing, I guess, but it'd be so messy. I don't like messy. I like order. Let's not insult a perfectly good chainsaw." Shaw propped a steel-toed boot up on the chainsaw, the gesture managing to be somewhat affectionate.

"You like my music? Me too. We'll listen to more soon."

"You're freaking me out, kid."

Shaw took a seat in the floor, cross legged, with the chainsaw sitting in front of him. "You all got the gist of transfiguration, I reckon. You got one thing, frim-fram-froom, then you gotta 'nother thing. You take one thing you have - you make it into something you need. I needed a chainsaw to put my name on the board so I turned the desk into a chainsaw."

Logical, that was. "But you all don't need chainsaws like I do. What's something you oftentimes finding yourself NEEDING but not HAVING? And don't say women, 'cause that is a whole OTHER issue."

"Think about it then you can come up to the board and write down what you NEED today in class but don't have."

In the meantime, Shaw laid down flat on his back and stared without blinking up at the ceiling.

Oakey got up from his seat. He inched his way forward to "Shaw's" Chalkboard he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote My Common Sense He didn't need to be in this class his curiosity lead him here from the Quidditch Pitch.

He didn't bring any of his school supplies with him either, Oakey brought a few things but that was what he had on him at the moment. Nothing for education, so he picked up the chalk again and wrote on the board, My Text Book.

When Oakey went back to his seat he grabbed his things and moved one more row back.

05-10-2011, 04:52 AM	#98 (permalink)
Uncle Moose Grindylow Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: Cross Guild Posts: 14,362 Hogwarts RPG Name: Von Culpepper Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Taliesin Dane Hufflepuff First Year x7 x8	Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right. Quote: Originally Posted by Shaw Shaw laughed nervously. Gravity cows sounded not only familiar, but deadly serious and dangerous. "I did?" Good to know. Shaw grabbed up his half-eaten cup nervously. "You watch yourself now! Rats are filthy! WHY would you need a rat? Cups are useful; rats are not." ...awww. Awww. Shaw had the urge to turn his music back on and rock himself to sleep after this one spoke. "Well...put. I think. Well said." What HAD she said again? "Marred?" Shaw turned halfway around, always keeping one eye on the students and the door, but looked at this marring. "All's I see is my name up there. Looks pretty good, too. S's are hard to do with a chainsaw." "Don't ever think your enemy is smarter than you." Or on second thought, "or is it always assume they're smarter than you? Regardless, just do what I say when I say it and there's a good chance no one will get hurt." Shaw nibbled his cup thoughtfully. "You got some pretty strong and high O-pinions there. Care to put your money where your mouth is?" He bit off another piece of cup and spit it in the floor. "Gas," Shaw corrected, "this puppy runs off of GAS-O-LINE." For a moment, Shaw got that crazy twinkle in his eye like he MIGHT fire up his saw once again. But it went away as fast it came and Shaw was left looking generally confused as to where he was and why that girl was looking at him and breathing funny. "Oh I didn't harm your ears. If I harmed your ears you'd know it. I'd know it. It'd be a mess in here." Shaw waved his arm around to indicate no mess. Simply no mess here. "Gamp didn't KNOW crap. You can quote that. Right that down. Gamp didn't know crap." Shaw laughed. Was he serious? Kidding? Did he even know? "If someone attacks, I'm with you. You got your head on your shoulders." "Killing? I don't know about that. It could be used for killing, I guess, but it'd be so messy. I don't like messy. I like order. Let's not insult a perfectly good chainsaw." Shaw propped a steel-toed boot up on the chainsaw, the gesture managing to be somewhat affectionate. "You like my music? Me too. We'll listen to more soon." "You're freaking me out, kid." Shaw took a seat in the floor, cross legged, with the chainsaw sitting in front of him. "You all got the gist of transfiguration, I reckon. You got one thing, frim-fram-froom, then you gotta 'nother thing. You take one thing you have - you make it into something you need. I needed a chainsaw to put my name on the board so I turned the desk into a chainsaw." Logical, that was. "But you all don't need chainsaws like I do. What's something you oftentimes finding yourself NEEDING but not HAVING? And don't say women, 'cause that is a whole OTHER issue." "Think about it then you can come up to the board and write down what you NEED today in class but don't have." In the meantime, Shaw laid down flat on his back and stared without blinking up at the ceiling. Oakey got up from his seat. He inched his way forward to "Shaw's" Chalkboard he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote My Common Sense He didn't need to be in this class his curiosity lead him here from the Quidditch Pitch. He didn't bring any of his school supplies with him either, Oakey brought a few things but that was what he had on him at the moment. Nothing for education, so he picked up the chalk again and wrote on the board, My Text Book. When Oakey went back to his seat he grabbed his things and moved one more row back. __________________