Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39768501-20190919211743/@comment-2600:8807:1100:84D:B810:F1B9:EE93:B8D8-20191013023702

The purple coach clapped their hands to get the Waywards’ attention. “Alright everyone, the show’s over. Appetite suppression first.”

The Waywards’ all, almost in sync, started movingly outside into the cold, harsh mountain where they would practice. Shinso was amongst them. After several years here, he knew the schedule and what was expected of them.

He desperately hoped none of the new Waywards’ would speak, complain, or make any sort of communication with others. That would get everyone in trouble, all students forced to skip lunch, perhaps, or maybe they wouldn’t get to sleep that night. Either way, Shinso knew that if that we’re to happen, nobody would help the newbies in any way.

Shinso knew the coaches’ technique. If one person messed up, everyone in the school would take the punishments, thus leading to a lack of alliances, friendships, etc. Nobody wanted to be known as the guy who was friends with the person who made everyone skip lunch for three days thanks to them talking. If the students remained cold and uncaring of each other, they wouldn’t rebel against the coaches.

Shinso pushed the thoughts outside as he sat cross- Egged with the rest of the red Waywards’, closing his eyes and preparing for at least five hours of doing nothing and getting no food.