Post by Jacob C. Quinto on Sept 26, 2009 7:08:21 GMT -6
Detention.
That was rather common for Jacob Casimire Quinto. Why? Well, if you well and truly knew him you'd know what he did to get here. Being late for class, skipping class, sleeping in class... well they might all have sounded similar but hey, focus on your goals, right?
Be sure to understand that Quin was a miscreant. Why he did all these things, well, the reason for that he kept to himself. All he may tell you is that sometimes it was for fun, sometimes it was by accident.
So there he was, sitting at the desk with his knapsack by his side. No one was around watching him, which was one good thing. For one, he didn't have to sit there doing nothing at all, no; under his table he played tetris on his mobile phone, smirking as he fit a piece in perfectly.
He toyed with the device a little more, fondling with the numbers and missing a few squares every now and then. He waited... placing a purple L-shaped block into a posiTion that ruined his perfection. "Oh come on!" he half-whispered, half-yelled.
Quin flipped the cover of his cellphone shut as he heard nearby foot steps, holding it under the desk with his right hand while pretending to finish up part of his chemistry homework with his left. He copied down the notes from the textbook onto his notebook, both of which were in front of him, on the desk.
He looked up from his work just tiny bit, trying to catch a glance of who had entered the room.
(OOC: Sorry, fail. Muse ish low.)
