Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151201064839/@comment-24304510-20151217231632

Lanse stared at the concrete pillar, his mouth slightly ajar. She expected him to move that? He wasn't the strongest person by any means, and he knew for a fact that he was one of the least physically capable students at Beacon. Perhaps she knew that and was testing him?

Heading behind the desk, Lanse put his shoulder to the pillar and gave a heave. His exertion was immense by his standards, but the concrete gve little way. Switching his tactics, the musician put his back to the pillar and attempted to push it towards Clove. Slowly, the concrete grated along the floor over towards the professor.

He could hear a few students snickering the audience, but Lanse didn't care much. His attention was fully on getting this darn thing where it needed to go. Finally, after a lot of muscling, the spectacled boy slid down the side of the pillar onto his backside, chest heaving a bit.

"There...you go, professor." Breathing heavily, Lanse took a second to compose himself before getting to his feet.