Into the Lion's Den We Go
And with that said, Will opened the doors and let the princess, the jock, the nerd, the ninja, the weird kid, the Narc, the madman, the basket case and the criminal inside the empty school and into the library to spend their Saturday detention…
<Now playing ‘All I Really Want’ by Alanis Morissette>
Mercury: Do I stress you out?
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say, "How appropriate."
As they made their way down the halls Jack threw his head back and audibly sighed in distain.
Jack: I don't like to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see, but I can't help it.
Weaving through the halls, empty classrooms, and past a set of dark red lockers with the words “Fuck You All” graffitied across them in white paint.
Flash: And there I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler.
Smirking, Gary hip-checked Yuffie and scooted away as she tripped, snickering to himself.
Gary: And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already.
Yuffie (lowly): If only I could hunt the hunter.
Sighing, the nine made their way out towards the courtyard,
All: And all I really want, is some patience.
A way to calm the angry voice.
And all I really want is deliverance.
Ah, aoo, aao, aa, aah.
passing under the rotunda and through the winding stairwells and benches that were stamped along the quad.
Luna: Do I wear you out?
You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary.
Rubbing her leg, Yuffie narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
Yuffie: I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in, and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy.
Alice merely stared up at the sloping, red brick Spanish tile roofs and the way the early morning sunlight hit the bleached, sandstone walls that made up the building just right. Nothing like the dreary, colorless bricked-up row houses in England.
Alice: And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man,
I am humbled by his humble nature, yeah.
Passing by the multicolored tiled moorish fountain Aria’s phone went off.
Female Chorus: And what I wouldn't give, to find a soul mate
Someone else to catch this drift.
Male Chorus: And what I wouldn't give, to meet a kindred?
Ah, aoo, aao, aa, aah.
It was her Mom.
Ignore.
Aria: Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute.
Momo: Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while.
Aria & Company: The conflicts, the craziness, and the sound of pretenses is falling.
All around! All around.
Pulling her backpack up, Momo pressed her lips together and sighed.
Momo: Why are you so petrified of silence?
Smoothing out her hair, she walked on.
Momo: Here, can you handle this?
As they passed up and down the winding staircases leading in and outside of the building, the motley crew finally made their way along the path headed towards the School Library, Will smiled as he pulled out the chain that held the keys to every lock in Sunnydale High School.
Will: Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines?
Or when you think you're going to die?
Or did you long for the next distraction?
Breaking into a small sprint, Will grabbed the keys and unlocked the doors.
Will: And all I need now is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper.
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying,
If only I could kill the killer.
As they made their way to the library the clock struck seven.
Let the pain begin.
All: And all I really want, is some peace man.
A place to find a common ground.
And all I really want, is a wavelength.
Ah, aoo, aao, aa, aah.
And all I really want, is some comfort!
A way to get my hands untied!
And all I really want, is some justice.
Ah, aoo, aao, aa, aah.
It's all I really want, some patience.
A way to calm me down.
And all I really want is deliverance.
A place to find a common ground…
Will then reached out, opened the double doors with a flourish, and cried out in a loud voice, “Welcome to Saturday Detention sad sacks!”
=/=
“Good morning you no-good delinquents.” The Vice Principal, Alvin Torrance (How to Train Your Dragon Series) fittingly nicknamed “the Treacherous” (a nickname which had been earned mind you, just don't ask how), began nonchalantly; his heavily accented, pack-a-day smoker voice echoing throughout the staid, empty library. Sunnydale High’s VP was a large, bowl-chested man pushing fifty, a scar streaked the left side of his face that sported a shaggy black beard streaked with grey to match his equally cold, beady black eyes. “I’d actually like to congratulate you all for arriving on time.”
“It is now… 7: 06 am.” He added, glancing down at his old leather wristwatch. “Cellphones, iPods, and any unimportant life-saving electronic devices you have on hand goes into the bin, and will be returned to you at the end of the day.” He called, holding out a plastic bin, where each of them placed their cellphones as he went around the room. “Now, for the next eight hours and fifty-four minutes, the nine of you will sit in these comfortable seats and ponder the errors of your misbegotten ways. You will not talk, you will not move or get up from these seats, nor will you fall asleep.” He said, slamming his large, free hand down on the table Gary was beginning to doze off on, causing the boy to shoot up in surprise.
Pulling out a clipboard and pen, he continued, “I’ll begin with roll call, youngest to oldest. Say your name, grade, and age, in that order, when I call you. Kisaragi?”
“Yuffie Kisaragi,” The short girl replied. “Freshman, 14, present.”
“Spicer?”
“Jack Spicer.” The redhead answered, leaning back in his chair. “Junior, 14, you know why I’m here.”
“Obviously.” Alice scoffed.
“Lovegood?” Alvin said, looking uncharacteristically shocked. “I’m surprised at you. Must’ve missed something good if yer in here.”
“It’s alright,” She replied. “Luna Lovegood, Sophomore, 15.”
“Okay, moving on,” He sighed. “Montgomery?”
“Teacher’s pet~” Gary sing-songed none too quietly, causing a few snickers to ring out. The dark-haired girl promptly turned around and snarled, “Go to hell, Oak!”
“Montgomery? ” He repeated forcefully.
“I’m here,” Aria said, facing the older man. “Aria Montgomery, Sophomore, 16.”
“Oak tree?”
“Gary Oak.” The brunette corrected. “Junior, 16.”
“Momo?” He asked, bushy brows furrowing into a singular caterpillar. “The hell do you pronounce this? Yorozu?”
“Momo Yaoyorozu.” She responded, hunching in slight embarrassment. “Junior, 16, present.”
“Mercury Black?” He sighed, looking vaguely unimpressed. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Well accounted for teach.” The delinquent chirped. “Junior, 18.”
“Thompson, Eugene?”
“Flash Thompson.” The athlete replied, pointedly ignoring the not-so-discreet snickers from Gary and Jack. “Senior, 18.”
“And, Liddell?”
“Alice Liddell,” She said, looking up. “Senior, 19.”
“Um,” Momo cut in, sheepishly raising her hand. “Mr. Torrance, I know this might seem rude, but I don’t think I belong here.”
Alvin merely stared at her for a moment, then turned to his desk and pulled out nine sheets of lined paper.
“While nothing would give me more pleasure than to watch you inconsiderate brats do nothing but squirm in your seats for the remainder of the day,” He said, passing one of nine blank sheets of lined paper to each of the vaguely apathetic-looking high school students. “Superintendent Ozpin expects you to be somewhat productive while you waste your Saturday in here. So, for today’s activity, each of you will write an essay, no less than one thousand words, explaining and describing to me who you think you are. And by essay, I do mean an ‘essay’. I do not mean one word or phrase repeated a thousand times, Mr. Thompson.”
“That was one time!” The blonde jock defended. “And I was running late.”
“These will be due by the end of the day and signed individually.” Torrance continued, pointedly ignoring the football player’s remark. “My office is located on the other side of the hall, any monkey business is prohibited.” Moving away he said. “Any questions? No, Yaoyorozu, it's not graded.” To which the dark-haired girl deflated and put her hand down.
“I’ve got one.” Mercury voiced. “Aside from your obvious ode to Blackbeard via questionable fashion choices, where’s Yang (RWBY) and her little gaggle? She got in trouble for that food fight as much as I did, or are you letting her slide because she did up your beard this morning?”
“Miss Xiao-Long and her friends are on the other side of town serving their detention with Principal Goodwitch,” Alvin said flatly. “And you can answer any other questions you might have next Saturday.”
Steeping back and looking at the blank faces surrounding him, Alvin got up and finally left the room, to which the nine gave a collective sigh of boredom.
(insert sarcasm here) Now this was going to be fun.