fandomhigh | Driver's Education - 3rd Period

"Today we're talking about THE MAN. You know who I'm talking about. The fuzz, pigs, the fine members of the law enforcement establishment. And, on occasion, Tex. And let me tell you, that jail is absolutely no fun at all. Except for the parts where I frightened the troopers and sang theme songs to amuse myself. Those parts were loads of fun. Though I still think I should have somehow given myself a prison tattoo. You know, something classy like a big eagle on my chest. Though I think that might be a reference to America. Or Nazis. Neither of which I am really a fan of. Especially the Nazis because if you can hate anyone, it's the Nazis. The only people I'm sure I could kill and not get any funny looks about. Oh, if only I could be forced to travel through time in order to kill Hitler because they replaced my second heart with a bomb. If only I had a second heart for that matter..." Deadpool zoned out for a moment, thinking about second hearts and kicking people's head off.

"Where was I? Ah yes, coppers. Bobbies. They have several techniques to stop you from fleeing from the law. Shooting out tires, road blocks, using superheroes to punch your car to a stop. Those are all pretty straight forward methods so I will only be showing you a few other ways they work against your right to drive really really fast and endanger the public."

"The PIT maneuver," He said, passing out a sheet of paper. "Dastardly and dangerously done."

"What? I occasionally like alliteration." See Deadpool See Deadpool pout. Pout Deadpool, pout. "This is the PIT maneuver being done in action." Shutting off the lights, he slipped on a short film strip.

"And then there's the Spike Strip, whose name is pretty damn self explanatory I should hope. Dozens of sharp pointies meet tires. It doesn't end well. Trust me on this one."

"Now I want to see if you've learned anything after spending so many weeks with me. Can you kiddies think of ways to avoid these techniques and still outrun the MAN? Or Tex. Whichever."

[[OOC: The OCD is up, have at it]]

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Chad didn't bother taking notes, because he knew it wouldn't be hard to smoothtalk his way into letting one of the cute girls in the class copy them later. Or the guys, really. Whatever.

But he felt the need to secure this fact and leaned in toward Evie. "Hey," he said to get her attention, completely oblivious to her worry over the subject matter, and lifted his chin, giving her the sly beginning of a grin. He'd always though Evie was definately one of the cuter ones.

"Hi Chad!" Evie cheered up a bit with Chad talking to her. "You don't think they'd really put us in jail, do you? Or wreck our cars with that PIT maneuver?"

Grinning a little, Chad was pretty sure that Evie only bothered talking about things like that because she was trying to be coy and didn't want to just come right out and say that she was thinking about him. But he knew she was. How could she not? It was just a matter of getting it out of her so he could verify it. "Nah, they wouldn't," he assured us. "We're much too attractive for jail."

Evie giggled. "Well, I would hope the police would think so, but what if it was a female patrolwoman? Like Z? She'd probably just be annoyed." She blinked at the film again, and said, "I do think a much faster car is the only option. Don't you?" She tilted her head. "Do you have a car?"

Chad tossed his hair out of his gorgeous, smoldering eyes a little so that Evie could appriciate them better as he thought that maybe she'd have trouble with a female cop, but he knew he wouldn't. Right? And since talking about himself was so much more interesting that talking about cars, he leaned in a little closer toward Evie to ask, with a perfect rumble in his voice, "If you were a female cop, would you let me off?"

Evie's eyes got huge. "I, I, I, um. What? I mean--" Vehement nodding. Then head-shaking. Then confusion, because while Chad always flirted a bit, this was rather blatant, wasn't it? "I, um, suppose? If you asked nicely?"

Oh, poor Evie. So sweet and innocent and unable to handle being in the favor of someone such as himself, but what decent girl wouldn't get a little flustered under the gaze of his eyes, really? "Of course," he said, "I'd ask very nicely..."

EEP!

Evie froze like a bunny in the headlights, then started babbling. "Of course you would, because you're nice. Nice to everyone. And nice is good. And good is always better. And of course I'd never be a police officer anyway, but--" She started giggling, from nerves as much as anything. "Ahem. Right. Yes." She took a deep breath. "You're very ... something, today, Chad." She blushed a little. "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

Something was a word for it alright. Ahh, Evie. Chad always knew she was smart enough to appriciate a fine specemin such as himself. "Of course I do," Chad answered her last question with a grin. He was sure people were just lining up to date him. Prime real estate, that spot. Teddy was one lucky alien.

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