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smash_logs2012-05-15 04:47 pm
loveisbloominginmypants) wrote in smash_logs2012-05-15 04:47 pm
Class Log - Boxes 101
Who: Snake and You
What: Boxes 101 - Be there or be square. (Ha, ha, ha.)
When: Wednesday - 11:00am
Where: Snake's Classroom!
Warnings: This whole log deserves a warning.
When Snake had learned he was put in charge of something called 'Boxes 101,' which he had to assume was supposed to be some kind of jab in his direction, he didn't even really know what he was doing. Or what the Hands expected out of him. In fact, he was beginning to think that he probably just should have ignored the one that smelled like oranges.
All the same, he wasn't backing out. Men like Snake did not back out. It was an honour to die on the battlefield for one's beliefs. In hindsight, however, Snake couldn't agree that his 'fondness' for boxes had anything to do with a cause he was willing to die for. In fact, he was pretty certain he'd sooner use a box for shielding himself than to put his life on the line for one.
What could one do with boxes anyway? He'd used them for concealing purposes, which wasn't always necessary, but they certainly came in handy. He supposed they were used for packing and moving, a pastime most people sincerely didn't enjoy - himself included, he guessed. They could be used as material to create forts, which was definitely something kids would sooner do - and by extension, architectural purpose. But no one ever heard of a great monument being constructed out of cardboard.
Blueprints and smaller scale models... he theorised to himself.
Cigarette poking out from between his lips, his expression twisted up along with all of his thought and consideration. Sometimes, he admitted with reluctance. You have to get creative. We might as well take the conservative approach for now.
After all, gaining the interest of his students was top priority. The real motive could come into play later and he had a feeling if he could lure his pupils in, he might get something out of it. Especially if it meant figuring out a leg up on his... 'father'. Big Boss was there and Snake hadn't forgotten that. But he hadn't exactly welcomed the man either. In fact, he hadn't said a damn thing.
What do you say to the man who is your mirror? Maybe we both want the other to die.
And that debate could come later.
The class had to come first. Much to Snake's chagrin. But at least he had a 'rap' that was either sure to impress or to miserably bomb. The soldier didn't exactly have high hopes for the former. When in doubt, try to be hip, evidently.
"I'M THE SOLID SNAKE AND I'M TELLIN' IT NOW, YOU SEE THESE BOXES, YA GOTTA BREAK `EM DOWN.
THE PATRIOTS, THEY'RE TAKING THE LAND, SO WE GOTTA CONSERVE, USIN' JUST OUR HANDS.
SEE THAT CARDBOARD, FOLD IT UP. NOW STASH IT AWAY FOR THE GARBAGE TRUCK.
WE'RE GONNA TURN THIS WORLD, BRIGHT AND GREEN. IT'LL BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THAT YOU'VE EVER SEEN.
BUT IN ORDER TO SUCCEED, YOU GOTTA DO YOUR PART. SAVING THE ENVIRONMENT IS A WORK OF ART."
[OoC: Snake is, in fact, not Captain Planet, but the resemblance is uncanny. I blame Kat for this, personally.]
What: Boxes 101 - Be there or be square. (Ha, ha, ha.)
When: Wednesday - 11:00am
Where: Snake's Classroom!
Warnings: This whole log deserves a warning.
When Snake had learned he was put in charge of something called 'Boxes 101,' which he had to assume was supposed to be some kind of jab in his direction, he didn't even really know what he was doing. Or what the Hands expected out of him. In fact, he was beginning to think that he probably just should have ignored the one that smelled like oranges.
All the same, he wasn't backing out. Men like Snake did not back out. It was an honour to die on the battlefield for one's beliefs. In hindsight, however, Snake couldn't agree that his 'fondness' for boxes had anything to do with a cause he was willing to die for. In fact, he was pretty certain he'd sooner use a box for shielding himself than to put his life on the line for one.
What could one do with boxes anyway? He'd used them for concealing purposes, which wasn't always necessary, but they certainly came in handy. He supposed they were used for packing and moving, a pastime most people sincerely didn't enjoy - himself included, he guessed. They could be used as material to create forts, which was definitely something kids would sooner do - and by extension, architectural purpose. But no one ever heard of a great monument being constructed out of cardboard.
Blueprints and smaller scale models... he theorised to himself.
Cigarette poking out from between his lips, his expression twisted up along with all of his thought and consideration. Sometimes, he admitted with reluctance. You have to get creative. We might as well take the conservative approach for now.
After all, gaining the interest of his students was top priority. The real motive could come into play later and he had a feeling if he could lure his pupils in, he might get something out of it. Especially if it meant figuring out a leg up on his... 'father'. Big Boss was there and Snake hadn't forgotten that. But he hadn't exactly welcomed the man either. In fact, he hadn't said a damn thing.
What do you say to the man who is your mirror? Maybe we both want the other to die.
And that debate could come later.
The class had to come first. Much to Snake's chagrin. But at least he had a 'rap' that was either sure to impress or to miserably bomb. The soldier didn't exactly have high hopes for the former. When in doubt, try to be hip, evidently.
THE PATRIOTS, THEY'RE TAKING THE LAND, SO WE GOTTA CONSERVE, USIN' JUST OUR HANDS.
SEE THAT CARDBOARD, FOLD IT UP. NOW STASH IT AWAY FOR THE GARBAGE TRUCK.
WE'RE GONNA TURN THIS WORLD, BRIGHT AND GREEN. IT'LL BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THAT YOU'VE EVER SEEN.
BUT IN ORDER TO SUCCEED, YOU GOTTA DO YOUR PART. SAVING THE ENVIRONMENT IS A WORK OF ART."
[OoC: Snake is, in fact, not Captain Planet, but the resemblance is uncanny. I blame Kat for this, personally.]
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munch munch munch.]
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He looks over to Link, then to Samus, and then to Falcon. And then to the cardboard he's holding and been chewing on pieces of.]
That's probably not good for you, kid.
[Says the guy who would claim that smoking is totally healthy for his environment.]
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He looks over at his teacher mid-munch.
Chews slowly.
Swallows.]
But all of you are eating it.
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...It's a complicated adult activity.
[Link stop that.]
Link, you should go brush your teeth.
[I should go brush my teeth...]
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[Brushing teeth? What's that?]
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With a toothbrush.
[Snake tries to demonstrate with... imaginary toothbrushes and imaginary tooth scrubbing.]
...Get it?
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[Clearly he did not get it.]
But you don't have hair on your teeth.
[Really, really didn't.]
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I'd question that with someone like Snake.
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Link grabs more of the box before he's ushered out of the class room, munching on it cause it was oddly tasty.]
Really? He has hair on his teeth?
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Will you smile, Mister Snake?
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That's not my thing.
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Link looked up at Samus and whispered conspiratorially - i.e. loudly.]
He really has hair on his teeth!
[The refusal to smile was clearly all the evidence he needed to be giving.]
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What?
[Samus, you are a dead woman.]
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Let's go make sure you don't suffer the same fate, Link.
[TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE.]
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[Link followed after Samus without another glance back.]