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[He could only assume that this time, the detention was due to him skipping out on that days' exams. When the Author finally let him out, Black Jack seemed calm and neutral as he walked down the corridor. After a while, as soon as he reached his room, he shut himself in, and almost immediatly, his fist seemed to connect with the door. His hand clenching the pain away, he stepped further inside, before violently kicking his desk chair across the room, shoving the contents of his desk to the floor in a flurry of papers. His blackberry gets sent flying along with his files, and lands with a thud against the wall. The feed shows the doctor continuing to trash his room, and him picking up his coffee mug, throwing it in no particular direction, an angry yell accompanying said action.
Another 20 minutes pass, before he eventually stops, and slides down the wall to the floor, resting his elbows on his knee's as he grips at his hair, trying to calm himself down. He seems oblivious to the fact that his hands are bleeding, probably due to the smashed glass that the video feed can just about pick up...]