TEACHER ALERT! Mr Drone
The doors to the hall sqeaked as Mr Drone struggled to fit through the double doors but his height inconveniently got in the way. He ducked, tiptoeing inside as gracefully as a ballerina would until he was successfully inside the hall to which he stood up tall and proud with his hands on his hips more than ready to get the program on the road! He strutted to the front of the stage, causing some juniors to gawk at the mere sight of him with his muscles flexing a little without him knowing as he casually made his way to the front, taking the stares in as compliments to his superior strength that everyone had thankfully noticed. A path naturally cleared out for him as the majority of students seperated to the very sides of the hall either intimidated juniors or seniors aware there was a chance he would fall over and crush them.. by accident of course. The gap between the rows was not wide enough so chairs toppled all over the place like an earthquake had happened and those chairs that were being sat on at the moment were still affected and shaken but he wasn't looking. He got up on stage, his footsteps sounding like that of a massive giant that even a logical person could worry that his weight alone would break the stage right there and then. He bent down trying to pick up the fallen microphone but his fingers appeared too big to get a firm enough grip on it. The mic just kept sliding away.
Mr. Swato, a little disturbed standing behind his fellow teacher Mr. Drone with his butt wagging in the air as he tried to pick up the mic, bent down himself quite quickly and set up the microphone on the stand for the gym teacher's use before slowly making his way down off the stage more than ready to return to his collection of shakespeare classics. Mr. Drone tapped the mic with a finger, the stand almost falling over but he had managed to grab it in time with a sweat drop before starting to greet everyone. "Welcome to the mighty fine AIRDALEN HIGH! I'm the Gym teacher and co-ordinator for sports around here Mr. Drone.. you may have heard about me." He winked as he leaned forward a little, nearly falling off the stage but leaned back in time not to. Another sweat drop at the close call. "So if you join a team and you need a BOOST--" he turned to the side, grabbing the grand piano hidden behind the stage curtain and twirled it around in the manner a basketball player would twirl a ball. "Then I'm your man! DRONE IN THE HOUSE!" he said enthusiastically, dropping the piano at and...on his feet. "Ow owww!" He said, managing to slip the piano off his baby toe and hopping around turning red. He shoved the piano to the side in an instant with his brute strength, causing the hall to shake at the impact of the piano to the wall of the stage but he kept going. It was all normal to him.
"SO anyway! Let's get started!" He proposed enthusiastically, his hands returning on his sides. "For the Junior and Senior program commencing today! Let me just say, these seniors are the bomb ya'll!" he said, his hands suddenly in the position of a rapper in an attempt to be cool. He stood upright again, "If you need a tour, or tutoring or any form of help at all just ask your seniors juniors! I'm sure they would all be more than willing to help.. or I'll call on the lovely lady Ms. Roselle to sort it out for you.." he warned without meaning to, he just loved mentioning that woman. "The activity is you have to write down something nice about the other person.. after the long time I've been late.." Another sweatdrop formed. "Which I am really sorry about! My car broke when I tried to get in it.." he admitted with a sheepish grin and scratching the back of his head. "After the long time i've been lateeee! You must have talked to your senior or junior surely and have a few things to write about them! Compliment their hair or their strength or anything else you've come to admire from your first meeting!" he said folding his arms, looking like a total bouncer or security guard of sorts. "After you've done that, we're having a contest." As soon as he said contest, there was an evil grin forming on his face like he had something dangerous in mind but the grin resided as he turned his head clueless left and right. "What happened to the chairs!?!" He questioned aloud, concerned about the created mess.