fandomhigh | Rookiehood 101, Tuesday, Period 4

Today, the students would find themselves filing into the classroom only to find a note on the board, being stared at thoughtfully by a rather ugly, hairy creature.

Yo class! Meet me Behind the Skool! - Reno

... And if they were so inclined to do so, they'd find another note there, complete with requisite Alot, directing them to head back inside to the Danger Shop. Unfortunately, their teacher wasn't there, either. There was, however, a note! This time, pointing them in the direction of the cabins, to the main campfire, where Reno was waiting. He'd pulled up a place to sit by the the firepit, and was grinning when the students finally made their way there.

In spite of the small herd of Alots that had gathered around him, yes. Reno had the sneaking suspicion that he was going to have to get used to these guys.

"Yo, Rookies!" He shot off a half-assed little salute as he pulled himself to his feet. "I ain't gonna bother gettin' introductions outta you. You'll be sick like hell of 'em by the end of the week, and if I don't know who the hell you are, I'll just call you 'Rookie' anyhow. Deal, yo."

A few more Alots wandered in, to make themselves comfortable by the firepit.

"In case you ain't figured it out yet, today's lesson is on hazing, yo. I figure I'll get the first problem most Rookies'll see outta the way here and now. Think of the screw-around I gave you all from the classroom to here as a rite of passage, yo. Before you can be part of the group, you gotta deal with the shit that it takes to get you in in the first place. It's like a bondin' ritual. Somethin' you do to prove that you got what it takes to make the group run right later on. And I ain't done with you yet, yo." He wrinkled his nose, as if trying to concentrate really hard on what he was about to say, next. "I've gone ahead and set up an obstacle course for you, behind these strange animals."

Speaking with proper grammar was hard, damn it. But at least the Alots were clearing out, and the course in question was now in plain view.

"Lucky you, you'll all get to run the course, yo." Reno bit his tongue as the last of the creatures glanced back, and was silent until it gave a little shrug of its hairy shoulders, and wandered away. "And when you're done, because I ain't a total monster? Cake. On another note, I got one Rookie, Elena over there, playin' TA for me already, but I'm interested in takin' on another if any of you want the added perks of not only bein' my Rookie, but bein' picked on by me a little less than the rest, and helpin' me give your classmates a hard time. Come see me once you run the course if you're interested, yo."

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Reno raised an eyebrow at that, yes. It was going to take a lot more than some girl growling at him to make him back down.

After all, he was a Lupi on this island long before she came here. And he was the teacher. He was going to stay alpha wolf in this pack if he had any say in the matter at all.

"That so?" He gave her a bemused little smirk. "Funny class for someone not a Rookie to be in, yo. So, how you gonna prove it, then?"

"I take my orders directly from the Elders, and knowing them, they think this is funny," she said sourly. "Probably to teach me 'manners' or something similar."

"I'd offer you my kill list, but I quit counting after the battle at the oil fields. Too much work."

Reno suspected that she was both completely serious, and also saying that because she figured somehow that it would scare him off.

She'd have to try harder than that, too. His kill list included several million people over the course of an afternoon.

"That so?" He snorted a little. "Funny class to learn manners from, at that. So, Rookie, you're gonna have to do better'n that to prove that you ain't one, anyhow. The rocks, they were impressive. Hell, they were damn creative. You think you can manage to set some kinda example for the other kiddies here?"

"That depends on what sort of example." No, Makita was not going to blindly trust the man who'd just made fools of most of her classmates. He might be the teacher, but she wasn't dumb.

Reno shrugged his shoulders, idly gesturing toward the other students.

"I said before you all went wadin' in Jell-o that I was lookin' for a TA," he noted. "I'm gonna end up pullin' names from a hat, it looks like, but that'll be your best chance to prove you ain't a rookie, if you got the guts to try."

Best of luck there, anyhow. Elena had been a Turk for years, and she was still a Rookie. She would be a Rookie until the day she died. And, if her sister was any indication, she'd be one long after the fact, too.

"Not lacking in the guts department," she pointed out. "And I got a lot more 'creative's stuff where the rocks came from."

And maybe if she proved she was being responsible by scoring another TA gig after last semester's, the Elders would let her come home.

Reno's lips curled into that sneaky little smirk of his.

"Well, then say the word, Rookie. 'Reno, toss my name into the TA hat,' yo. And if you get pulled out, we'll see what it is you're made of this term."

"Reno, put my name in the TA hat, please," Makita sighed.

"Awww, the manners were a nice touch," he laughed, shaking his head and grinning some more. "We'll see, Rookie. We'll see."

And now her fate was in the hand of a ~~RNG~~ piece of paper tossed into... Probably a ball cap. Reno wasn't really big on headgear, aside from his goggles.

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