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

Today Deadpool was bouncy. For many reasons, but none of those were needed to be known by the wee students and their twisted little minds and stop picturing him naked, you sick sick little kids!

...ahem.

Anyway! He twirled a set of handcuffs gleefully, waiting for everyone to arrive. "Gooooood morning class! Today we have an exercise for you to do. And a very special guest to help demonstrate proper procedure." He glanced over at his wonder special crazy guest. "Isn't that right?"

"I can't believe I agreed to do this," Fraser said, looking stricken. "You'd better have a key, you'd better not leave me in this class by myself and this has no bearing on any...three letter thing."

Deadpool paused. "No, Benton, I doubt cats have anything to do with this class. And of course I have a key!" A beat. "Somewhere."

Fraser looked even more stricken. It wasn't that he hadn't used handcuffs lately, it was just those times had been... not with Deadpool. "If you ate it, I'm going to be very unpleasant to you."

Awww.

Deadpool made a note to congratulate him on not blushing.

"I didn't eat anything," He said, suddenly snapping a cuff on one of Fraser's wrists. "Well, I did, but it was edible and made of delicious pastry."

"Please, not too tight," Fraser said, trying not to whine but he was wary of Deadpool using handcuffs on him. Very wary. "And no tearing my uniform once I am handcuffed. I need this uniform as it's my only one right now."

"Benton, please. There are impressionable children present. You're giving them the wrong idea here." He grinned at the class, waving the cuffs-- and Fraser's wrist-- about. "You have two options here-- well, three, kinda. If you're mean. Cuff them up front, in back, oooooor---"

He kicked behind Fraser's knee to force him to his knees, pulling his cuffed hand up and bent over his head.

"--you can be mean!"

Fraser suppressed a wince at both the arm wrenching and the sudden floor underneath his knees. "Was that really necessary? You couldn't just ask me to get on my knees? I would have!"

...

"Yoooou might wanna rethink that, Benny."

"Don't call me that," Fraser groused, not seeing how what he'd said was so bad. "It would've been a polite courtesy to ask me to get on my knees. I would have, you would have said thank you and I would have said you're welcome and it would have saved me a sore arm."

Fraser needed to shut up.

Yes, yes he did.

"I'll get you kneepads next time, okay?" Wade replied, letting go of his arm and fishing for the keys. "But it was an excellent example, right kids?" A beat. "This is the part where you clap."

Fraser, still grumbling, was too polite not to clap. So, he clapped one hand against one thigh. "Bravo. An excellent demonstration of handcuffing skills."

"I like to think so," Deadpool said, finding a small ring of keys. "Now, I want all you to split up into teams of two and practice this. I have keys here and... I'm not exactly sure what key goes with what hand cuff, so... have fun!"

Squinting at the ring, he frowned. "Probably should start on you."

"I will stay here all day until you find the key," Fraser threatened. "I will go home with you if I have to. I am not leaving your sight until you find the key to this handcuff."

"Impressionable!" Wade shouted.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up!]]

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"I'm already holding the handcuffs," Meg said. "So I should get to do you first."

Not dirty.

Annette gave her a dubious look. "Fine." She placed hands together in front of her.

Meg sighed and took one of Annette's wrists into each hand and pulled them behind her back. "Most cops do the behind the back approach when they're arresting people. Or at least drunk teenagers."

She frowned. "I'm standing here being nice, but whatever. Just as long as you unlock me so I can do you."

Not dirty.

"I'm being nice. I'm just telling you what most cops do," she said. She put the handcuffs around Annette's wrists. She resisted the urge to cuff her tightly. "And I'm not dumb enough to just leave you locked in handcuffs in the middle of class."

"I didn't think you were, just felt like I should say something in case you got the urge to do just that," she said, a little unsure since she didn't know where they stood as being friends. Or not friends. Or just... anything.

"Trust me, there's only one person in here I have the urge to handcuff," she said, nodding her head towards Dean. She crossed her arms over her chest. "So...what now? You supposed to try to get out or do I just let you get the feel of it for a few minutes?"

Annette looked over at Dean and grinned a little, looking down and away. "I don't need to know that. And I get the feel of it. I've been tied up before. Not with handcuffs but still, the idea is the same."

"I've never done it before," she said offhandedly. She took the handcuff key and unlocked the cuffs.

"It wasn't pleasant," she said, though she was knocked out at the time, but whatever. When the cuffs were free, she looked at Meg. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she said, holding out her wrists.

Annette turned her so she could cuff behind her, like the cops did, and made sure she didn't make them tight. Meg's wrists were slender enough she could probably even slip free on her own. "How's it feel?"

"Cold," she said. "I can see why people use furry ones for dirty stuff."

Annette blinked. How did Meg know about dirty stuff? Wasn't she the epitome of Sainthood?

"All right then, let me just unlock you..."

Just because she knew about dirty stuff didn't mean she did it.

"Alrighty," she said. She couldn't believe she was having an actual conversation with Annette that wasn't escalating towards a fight.

Annette would never think Meg did dirty stuff. Ever.

"Kay, hold still," she unlocked her easily and handed back the cuffs. She even smiled.

Meg took the cuffs and whirled them around her finger for a second. "I wonder how many people are going to steal these."

Annette ~~even though the mun keeps typing Meg, go figure~~ looked around the classroom. "I would imagine almost everyone here could get away with it. Except me. I've learned my lesson about taking stuff from classrooms."

"If I wanted to keep mine I'd probably offer Mr. Deadpool money," she admitted. She'd feel horrible about stealing. "But I actually think Dean has his share of handcuffs if I ever wanted any."

"I don't need to know that, Meg, really," she told her, seriously trying not to picture it. "...and I don't need handcuffs for anything."

Meg didn't intend to be dirty with that. She actually wouldn't realize how that sentence could be dirty until after class. Then she would facepalm.

"I don't need handcuffs for anything either," she said. "I don't plan on taking anybody hostage."

Omigod. Annette snorted with laughter and just shook her head at Meg.

"Yeah, I'm not so up with the hostage thing myself."

Criminal Justice (As Taught By A Criminal) - Period 3 - Monday 02/11

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