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Post by Jack Hallow on Jan 12, 2009 16:07:57 GMT -6
Name: Jack Arther Hallow
Age: 27
Class you want to sub for: Flying Class, Game keeper, Gryffindor Head Of House
Have any xp experience: was one of the best seekers seen in school history, had the option of going proffessionally international, well i was in Gryffindor, never once lost my keys.
Rp example:
There has always been something rather odd about lying down in public. No one really knows why, it’s just something that doesn’t seem right. Whenever you lie down on a lawn there is always the nagging thought in the back of your head that says to you, ‘well what does it look like to everyone else’? It shouldn’t be like this, it’s so rare for someone to glance over someone lying down and think ‘well there’s someone who should be disapproved of and possibly burnt for being so presumptuous in public’. It just doesn’t happen, but that doesn’t stop people thinking that it might happen.
Jack Hallow is one of these people, not that he would particularly care about what other people thought of him. But he thought it at least prudent to make it easier on the nutter’s who thought this; therefore, he was still lying down but on the roof instead. His eyes closed and his mouth vaguely open as the sun smashed into his prone form.
“Errr, Mr Hallow. Sir…” came the tentative voice from the grass down below of a student who had noticed that there was a foot dangling from the roof of the game keepers hut. Jack sighed and opened one eye before rolling it and sitting up and looking over the side of the roof down at the boy blearily. “Yes what is it?” He asked vaguely before noticing that the boy wasn’t alone, in fact there was an entire class of students gathering around the hut. Jack gaped for a moment before sliding off of the roof and landing with a slight thud. He glanced around the kids for a moment before saying curiously, “which class number are you lot?” The same student who had noticed the dangling foot spoke for his classmates saying, “1b sir.” Jack nodded and put his hands on his hips looking at them all saying, “right then. Here’s the deal. I don’t have favourites from my house unless their really really good. No one calls me sir; I have a name for a reason you know. Now go inside and grab a broom each, there all in the wardrobe. Be careful and don’t touch my stuff.”
All the students swarmed into the little house, seeming to be glad of Jack’s attitude towards teaching, “this guy had better know what he’s on about,” muttered one student to his friend. Jack turned slowly and walked up to the boy who began to look nervous, “first of all sonny I’m one of the best seekers ever to come through this school, I could’ve gone national but I chose to come down here and teach kids like you which end of the broom is which. So now you have to call me sir instead of Jack. Savvy?” He said which something of a smirk on his face as the student nervously nodded and hurried into the hut with his classmates to get a broom. “Hopefully I wont have to teach this lot stuff like that.” He said in an exasperated voice.
Age: 27
Class you want to sub for: Flying Class, Game keeper, Gryffindor Head Of House
Have any xp experience: was one of the best seekers seen in school history, had the option of going proffessionally international, well i was in Gryffindor, never once lost my keys.
Rp example:
There has always been something rather odd about lying down in public. No one really knows why, it’s just something that doesn’t seem right. Whenever you lie down on a lawn there is always the nagging thought in the back of your head that says to you, ‘well what does it look like to everyone else’? It shouldn’t be like this, it’s so rare for someone to glance over someone lying down and think ‘well there’s someone who should be disapproved of and possibly burnt for being so presumptuous in public’. It just doesn’t happen, but that doesn’t stop people thinking that it might happen.
Jack Hallow is one of these people, not that he would particularly care about what other people thought of him. But he thought it at least prudent to make it easier on the nutter’s who thought this; therefore, he was still lying down but on the roof instead. His eyes closed and his mouth vaguely open as the sun smashed into his prone form.
“Errr, Mr Hallow. Sir…” came the tentative voice from the grass down below of a student who had noticed that there was a foot dangling from the roof of the game keepers hut. Jack sighed and opened one eye before rolling it and sitting up and looking over the side of the roof down at the boy blearily. “Yes what is it?” He asked vaguely before noticing that the boy wasn’t alone, in fact there was an entire class of students gathering around the hut. Jack gaped for a moment before sliding off of the roof and landing with a slight thud. He glanced around the kids for a moment before saying curiously, “which class number are you lot?” The same student who had noticed the dangling foot spoke for his classmates saying, “1b sir.” Jack nodded and put his hands on his hips looking at them all saying, “right then. Here’s the deal. I don’t have favourites from my house unless their really really good. No one calls me sir; I have a name for a reason you know. Now go inside and grab a broom each, there all in the wardrobe. Be careful and don’t touch my stuff.”
All the students swarmed into the little house, seeming to be glad of Jack’s attitude towards teaching, “this guy had better know what he’s on about,” muttered one student to his friend. Jack turned slowly and walked up to the boy who began to look nervous, “first of all sonny I’m one of the best seekers ever to come through this school, I could’ve gone national but I chose to come down here and teach kids like you which end of the broom is which. So now you have to call me sir instead of Jack. Savvy?” He said which something of a smirk on his face as the student nervously nodded and hurried into the hut with his classmates to get a broom. “Hopefully I wont have to teach this lot stuff like that.” He said in an exasperated voice.
