http://nofatjokes.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nofatjokes.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2009-10-27 10:58 pm
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Punching People for Fun and Profit, Period 1 [Class Eight | 10/27/2009]

Today, the Danger Shop was set up like the outside of a dance club.

"Bouncing is another great job for when you like to hit people," Fred said. "Basically, you do one thing, two ways. You're supposed to keep the unwanted people out. That means stopping them before they get in... or throwing them out if they got in already. That's... pretty much it. It's a pretty fun job. I did some, once."

He pointed at the students, halfway between them all. "To the right, you're bouncers to start. On the left... you're the undesirables. Your job is to either get in the club, or keep the others out. And... go to it!"

Yes, he realized he pretty much just asked his students to just start brawling. He was not exactly Mr. Responsible Teacher.

[ooc: OCD first, plz Open!]

Re: Bounce/Get in the Club!

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Elena pulled out her handgun and gave him a Look.

"You know what hurts?" she said. "Getting shot in the kneecap."

Re: Bounce/Get in the Club!

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Jack gave her his best "bring it" face. People shouldn't run around campus with toy guns. People could get hurt.

"I imagine it would. So would getting your nose broken." He could play the threaten game as well.

Re: Bounce/Get in the Club!

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There were benefits to being trained as a sharpshooter. Elena fired an abrupt warning shot a few centimeters away from his leg. Without changing expression, or pulling her glare away from his face.

"Move," she said. The 'or else' was left unspoken.

Re: Bounce/Get in the Club!

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"What the hell's your problem?!" he asked. Or shouted. It was kinda hard to tell, as his ears were ringing.

Oh, the hell with it. He moved, quickly, to punch her in the nose, gun or no.