(He's way too old for school. At 34, Dean Winchester has left the life of books and studying behind, though he hadn't ever really embraced them in the first place. The difference was that in high school, they didn't send out sentries. At some point, Dean's really beginning to wonder if waiting around corners for the guards to turn their backs is more interesting than class.
Nah, it has to be.
Then, suddenly, he rounds the corner and finds someone who couldn't stand the classroom either.
He hopes.)
Please tell me you're not one of them. If you're here to take me to class, I'm excused. Got a note from my doctor, just left it my room.
Test
(Well, damn it to hell in a handbasket, he's in class anyway. The guards were too much, and he'd been promised that class was nearly over. What they hadn't mentioned was the test at the end. Dean isn't nearly as dumb as some would like to believe, but he's been more of a practical learner, and he was absent for three-quarters of the class. Now, the timer ticks by, the annoying sound grating in Dean's ear.
So, mayyyybe he will lean over and look at the test of the person on his left or right, depending on which of them seems the more confident.)
Bangr
bangr
Dean Winchester | 34
Who says you have to choose? Don't stop the fun until you both fall asleep. First one up does the honors.
✓
✕
YES
NO
Wildcard
(ooc | I'm fine with whatever you want to tag in with. Met him around? That's cool. Want to know him in orientation? That's cool too. I can be contacted at wrinklesintimes for plotting
*Note about orientation: Dean openly adores females, but he shows signs of bisexuality with males he feels emotionally close to even if he's yet to admit it. I plan on steering him in the direction of bisexuality given the chance to do so so even if your character is male, please feel free to tag in.)
Dean Winchester | Supernatual | OTA *(but see note)
(He's way too old for school. At 34, Dean Winchester has left the life of books and studying behind, though he hadn't ever really embraced them in the first place. The difference was that in high school, they didn't send out sentries. At some point, Dean's really beginning to wonder if waiting around corners for the guards to turn their backs is more interesting than class.
Nah, it has to be.
Then, suddenly, he rounds the corner and finds someone who couldn't stand the classroom either.
He hopes.)
Please tell me you're not one of them. If you're here to take me to class, I'm excused. Got a note from my doctor, just left it my room.
Test
(Well, damn it to hell in a handbasket, he's in class anyway. The guards were too much, and he'd been promised that class was nearly over. What they hadn't mentioned was the test at the end. Dean isn't nearly as dumb as some would like to believe, but he's been more of a practical learner, and he was absent for three-quarters of the class. Now, the timer ticks by, the annoying sound grating in Dean's ear.
So, mayyyybe he will lean over and look at the test of the person on his left or right, depending on which of them seems the more confident.)
Bangr
Wildcard
(ooc | I'm fine with whatever you want to tag in with. Met him around? That's cool. Want to know him in orientation? That's cool too. I can be contacted at
*Note about orientation: Dean openly adores females, but he shows signs of bisexuality with males he feels emotionally close to even if he's yet to admit it. I plan on steering him in the direction of bisexuality given the chance to do so so even if your character is male, please feel free to tag in.)