Thread: What Matters More (Super Cancel)

It's not about what we want so much as what we need... He was trying to be nice, as dealing with a few amazons was nothing compared to the bundle of chaos and spontaneity that were his peers in the Fine Arts Club. Under other circumstances, he wouldn't have tolerated that tone from anyone student or teacher, it didn't matter. They were obviously not liking how they were setting up shop, even if it was as out of the way as they could manage. Well, that's the thing, we have a room to use, but it just isn't adequate for the size of our club or the sorts of projects we like to work on, and we can't get a second roomsomething about perceived fairness to the other clubs. He addressed the blonds concerns, while looking over to the two players from before, seeing that they were only a little shorter than he was, which still meant two girls who hovered near six feet tall. He noticed that the brunette hadn't said anything until she ordered her own people to go ahead with their practice, while one of the larger girls mentioned their coach again. Long story short, the gym is pretty much the only place that gives use enough space to actually get our work done. He looked to the four young woman and took a deep breath, as he felt like he was facing some kind of tribunal for a crime he didn't commit. Just to be clear, I'm not asking for your permission to use the gym, we've got as much right to schedule time here as anyone else. He looked over to his group, as Annie separated the club members into groups of three, having two study a third student who acted as a model. We'll stick to the stands and keep out of your way for now, you guys were here first so fair is fair, but this can't continue to be a thing. He said, looking to each of them, as he still wanted to play the good guy for the time being. The sound of a person clapping distracted him from the conversation, as a woman with black hair cropped short approached the group, wearing a red track suit and a very calm expression. You've got some chops on you kiddo, but I hope you can work this out, 'cause my girls are going to need this space about twice a week. The woman turned to the four girls, an arm of her glasses perched between her teeth as she spoke. Now, I've just received word that we can't use the field on Saturdayswhich throws a hell-of-a wrench in our practice regimen. She removed her glasses and perched them on top of her head. You'll be in the gym twice a week, and that doesn't even account for out scheduling conflicts with fall and winter sports. She turned to the young man, clearly giving him a once over. I'd like to see you try out for something, basketball maybe...no, swimming might be a good fit. She said, gripping his shoulder and applying downward pressure to his spine. What the hell-- The young man objected, while the woman continued unabated. Quiet. Oh, excellent poise and posture! Don't see that often. She noted, circling back to the center of the standoff between Travis and the four young woman. Anyway, I'll be in contact with your adviser, but I can't make any promises. Wilhelmina Lancaster is wise and powerful, but even she has limits. She made light of the situation, looking out to the rest of the team. So, you're saying to just deal with it, basically? Travis adjusted his collar, feeling incredibly self-conscious about his entire existence thanks to that examination. Bingo. Do whatever you kids have to do, just don't burn the place down. She said, lingering about the opposite end of the gymnasium, as she was sure that her girls would have questions.