Survival Of The Fittest

The workshop classroom, how serene it was when the machinery was powered down and most of the other students spent their free periods elsewhere. It was the perfect place, Jojo thought, to get to work on some of the work requests his peers made of him. Usually he kept up with them but the last few days his homework prevented him from getting the last ones of the week done. He put his sling bag on a table and opened a request and began sculpting some wood into a work of art.

(OOC: Just trying to start my character up, if someone else works in the shop room a lot he'd likely be familar with them. Don't be afraid to say your character is just dropping in or has a request either. He'd likely chat with you to pass the time.)

After a while, he noticed his free period was almost up. Jojo put away all the tools and took his unfinished works to his locker. He made decent head-way but still had a lot of work for home. He finished up with his locker and headed to his next class.

(Joss Joiner continued Elsewhere)