1rst day of Auto Shop

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

((Backtracking to friday. Forgive me if I'm doing stuff wrong.  This is my first time. ))

Jay enters his new classroom.  Ah.. The first day of teaching.  How horrific.  The last thing he wants is to be stuck in a classroom full of incompetent, lazy, whiny little brats.  But that can’t be helped.  He needs the money, and just for that, he is willing to put up with it.  The classroom itself is rather bare.  Couple of desks here and there, a few bags scattered all over the place and in front of the classroom is a whiteboard.  In front of the board is a wooden desk, literally covered in papers.  He grabs a clipboard and begins looking at the roster.  In a second, he tosses it into the wastebasket, sets his bag down and promptly walks to the front of the class room. 

 "All right kiddies”, he pointed to the unfinished cars in the back room.  "You are to begin fixing those heaps of junk immediately!"  The class looks at him incredulously.  He chuckles in response.  Well, if I’m gonna be stuck in this dump, might as well get a few laughs. 

 "Hahaha... I was just joshing you guys.  Seriously, most of you probably have no clue as to how to repair a car, much less smaller things such as mopeds or even the classical bike. Well, my name is Jay Dawson and I’m here to change that.  But first, before we even begin, can anyone tell me what this part is?”  He held up a small rod connected to tiny colored wires.  After a few moments of silence, he picks up where left off.   

 "I figured as much,” he answers in disdain. Oh well, sucks to be you.  He walks towards the backroom, motioning the class to follow.  Here lay the broken cars and their specialized, low grade parts. 

 “I take back what I said before.  Yes, you are going to fix these.  Why you may ask?  It is my belief that the best way to learn is hands on, even if you have no idea as to what the hell you’re doing.  I want you to get a ‘feel’ for the car so to speak.”  He points to a bunch of shelves filled with boxes.

  “There are your tools. Each is labeled for your convenience, for the time being.  Now, have at it!”

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[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for Jeff, he'd only been in the practice of building and repairing things for his entire life, so he had a pretty good idea what to do. Nonetheless, he seemed... put off.

Probably because this teacher was enough of a maniac to make even Mr. Falcon bail for the weekend.

Well, as with that Ocelot guy, it was best to keep a close eye on Mr. "Dawson." Being in this class was a good way to do so without rousing suspicion. Besides, Jeff was excited to be able to build and possibly drive his own car now that he was living somewhere that wasn't buried five feet under snow every day of the year.

Time to get to work, then!

[painting-beagle.livejournal.com]

Being a pokemon, and naturally out in a place of a lack of civilization, Smeargle was pretty....well, not so prepared with this.

Quietly she snuck to Jeff, flicking her tail. Oh she was going to learn somehow.. Smirking, she quietly waved, whispering to him "Hey...You want a retriever? I might be beagle, but I can sure as heck fetch things for ya~"

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

"I thought dogs are supposed to chase cars, not build them." Jeff grinned and poked Smee's nose. "Mind fetching me one of the batteries over there? The really huge ones? ...Preferably one of the ones not leaking acid all over the place."

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

*glances at his work* You seem excited.

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ack. Y...Yes, sir! I've never been able to work with many land-based automobiles before.

[hardcoresurfer.livejournal.com]

Blastoise, although not a natural mechanic, just contentedly worked hard. He always put in the highest effort despite his non-expertise in any intellectual field.

Hey, at least he probably would get an A for trying.

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

This guy has no idea what he's doing. Extra homework for you tonight. *Takes a screwdriver and places it on the engine* I'd suggest using this for the part you're working on.

[hardcoresurfer.livejournal.com]

As if he does them? *takes it* *thinks for a bit before having a humming engine*

Huh. This is interestin' like the biomech class teach!

[getthisguyoffme.livejournal.com]

Slippy's eyes lit up in sheer delight at the sight of the cars. Sure, it wasn't an arwing but Slippy was nonetheless excited that he was going to do his favorite activities of building and repairing.

"Let's do this!" He bounced over to one of the cars and immediately set to work.

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

*glances at slippy and sees he knows what he's doing. Jay walks over* Do you even need to be in this class? you seem to know what you're doing.

[getthisguyoffme.livejournal.com]

*looks up and smiles* Well, it's never a bad idea to brush up on the basics. Besides, I might learn some new stuff too!

*gets back to work*

[gotthenack.livejournal.com]

Fang has been spending his life repairing the complicated workings of his aerobike, so a regular car was no problem.

Or so he thought...Turns out, engines for cars and engines for Aerobikes are two different things. Oh well, couldn't be that hard to learn.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Among the swearing. And the cursing. And the occasional mumbles of "What the 'ell is this?"

[gotthenack.livejournal.com]

"...Piss off. I know what I'm doing," Fang mumbled and turned back to his car.

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

*jay peers over his shoulder, grinning* You do realize the part you're holding isn't suited for a car?

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Despite warnings, Samus casually lurked near the classroom doorway, arms crossed, intent on keeping an eye on this supposed 'batshit crazy' clone while the original Captain Falcon was away for the weekend. She wasn't afraid of this guy yet, and hadn't been given a real reason to either.

With any luck, it might stay that way.

That and... hell, fixing up broken things was interesting to her anyway. "..."

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

*hears footsteps so he turns his head and sees a beautiful blond at the entrance way.* Oooh.. hellooooo *grins* Need anything, Miss?

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Just passing through. *looks a little bored and takes a glance around the class room to see some of the students... struggling.*

...You been teaching long?

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ms. Aran~~

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Knuckles found a crowbar and started repeatedly slamming it into the sterring column of the nearest wreck.

"....weird... that... usually makes them start. Hmm. Maybe this Master Key is broken?"

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow*. what are you doing?

[zigzagzigzag.livejournal.com]

*takes a good look stares at the materials given to her to use to fix a car she was assigned(?) to*

*tilts head, ears twitching* What part of the object are we supposed to fix? *doesn't even know what a car is*

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow, then points to the car* do you even know what this is?

[thewunderkind]

*Is almost under the hood turning the car into some sort of DEATH MACHINE. Her hair seems to miraculously be staying CLEAN.*

[full-thr0ttle.livejournal.com]

*questions as to whether he should ask what she's up to. Decides to ask* What... are... you doing?