fandomhigh | Criminal Justice (As Taught By A Criminal) - Period 3

Why yes, yes Deadpool was sitting on the desk again today. But there were other things on the desk. Like a camera and a lot of paper. And ink.

Weird, no?

"Morning kids! Today we're learning about something very fun. Booking procedure. Or, ya know, the fun bits of it to me at least. Who wants to learn about lots and lots of paperwork, after all? Bo~oring!"

Hopping off the desk, he started to pace in front of the class.

"First up today is the mugshot. Or, as I like to call it, the best way to make or break a career in Hollywood by looking like a homeless heroin addict!" Deadpool shook his head sadly. "No one wants to end up lookin' like Nick Nolte or Hugh Grant, so I suggest practicing your look before they actually toss you in to get that picture taken. It'll be like modeling! With police! And crimes!"

Really.

Just like it.

"And second! Fingerprints. Which is just code for letting you kids run wild and free with paper and ink. Because no one really cares about learning about whirls and all stuff. You just want to get straight to the finding your classmates' finger prints so you can see if they're stealing food from the common rooms. Isn't that right? For shame, common room food stealer. Just go to Turtle&Canary and buy your own."

"Last of all!" He bounced on his heels, looking at the class. "Haley Joel, English Petey... Welcome to being my TAs. I expect you to rule with an iron fist."

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"Oh, no," Chad assured her. "I am. Kinda rare around here, though, I guess."

"I'm getting that impression," Jen told him. "I'm also getting the impression that normality's kind of rare around here, too."

That got a nod and a confirming grunt out of Chad. "Pretty much, yeah. I'm on the normal side myself, but even I've got this weird spirit force thing. There's a few people, though, that don't have any powers or things like that. You got any? I mean, other than being from the future or anything?"

Jen hesitated and glanced at the Chronomorpher on her wrist. "My friend Katie's the one whose parents had her genetically engineered to have super strength, but . . . sort of? I don't know if now's the time to talk about it, but I guess I do."

"You gu--" But, processing that perhaps Jen might not feel this was the place, Chad cut himself off with a grunt and a nod. "Yeah," he said. "Should fit in okay, then."

Jen looked up at him -- way, way up -- and smiled. "Thanks."

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