"Well, how unfortunate, see me after class for your punishment" he was enjoying this day to much.
Saarebas said
A man with messy, snow hair and a black eye patch made his way down the halls, wheeling a trash can in front of him. He wore a pure white jump suit, the name Jones stitched in on it's front right pocket, with it's legs neatly tucked into a pair white work boots and it's sleeves rolled up just passed his elbows. He whistled a light tone as he walked the halls, the sound of the can's wheels rolling over the tiles being drowned out. As he passed any trash he would look it over for a moment before it would suddenly vanish, no puff of smoke or flash of light just simply not be there, and somehow be in the man's trash can. This was a usual sight for anyone who attended the school long enough. Mr. Packard Jones, or rather PJ as everyone knew him, doing his daily rounds of trash collecting. The white haired man was nearing the Principal's office, partly to empty the office's trash can but mostly to get in his usual sarcastic remark in at the poor women's seemingly stressful carrier.
Saarebas said
PJ chuckled. "No matter how old we get we'll always need some more maturity. Just look at me." He said in a joking tone before he reached down to the side of the desk and picked up a waste basket that was sitting next to the desk. "Well I'm sure something else interesting will happen, or is it happing now? Or has it already happened?" He said as he walked over to the door and emptied the waste basket into the trash can. "I've never been really good at telling at these kind of things." He said as he set the waste basket back and sat on the edge of Isis' desk again.