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Attitude: Just Deal With It - Tuesday, Period 2

"Yo, Rookies!" Oh, Reno was in a good mood today as he stepped into the classroom. The blinds were open to reveal the awesome view, and he was practically humming.

Well, it was a near thing.

"Today, we're gonna talk about a topic that's near an' dear to my heart, yo. We're gonna talk about rules." See, that wasn't so bad, was it? "And breakin' 'em."

Ah.

"The thing about honin' your attitude, ladies an' otherwise, is that you gotta figure out just when the rules you're lookin' at are friggin' ridiculous, yo. Do this? Don't do that? Okay, that's cool. But what harm is there in chewin' bubblegum in the classroom? An' why the hell should anyone care if you're sittin' around in the mall for a few hours doin' nothin', just so long as you ain't hurtin' nobody? An' why you gotta have short, naturally-colored hair to get a job out there? Who the hell are those tattoos an' piercings even hurtin', anyhow?"

Yeah, Reno was totally the type to loiter, with his long hair and pierced ears and tattooed face. But he usually did so while well-armed, and nobody generally bothered him, as a result.

"Today, we're gonna talk about different rules you've seen around that just don't make no friggin' sense to you, and you're gonna tell me how you think doin' those things ain't hurtin' nobody, and just how you plan on goin' about breakin' it. An' if anybody sees a reason why the rule you wanna break is valid, they're gonna go right ahead and tell you why, yo. This class is about separatin' the rules from the guidelines, but if someone's gonna legitimately get hurt over this shit, I ain't havin' none of that, yo."

Reno was a real sweetheart when he wanted to be. So there.

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Breaking the Rules!

Edited 2011-05-24 11:26 (UTC)

Nathan Young

Marshall Wheeler

Peter Wiggin

William Murdoch

Fredward Benson

Seifer Almasy

Dave Nelson

Yes, you are encouraged to chew bubblegum in class today. Reno might have even left a stick of gum on each desk. Because he's nice like that.

Oh see, when Nathan's first class was something as beautiful as this, he couldn't figure out why he'd left in the first place. He popped the stick of gum in his mouth and listened to the lecture. Hopefully he hadn't missed too much.

Oooh, bubblegum. Yeah, Marshall was totally going to chew that while paying attention.

William eyed the bubblegum thoughtfully, but decided to pocket it for later rather than chew it now. He was in general fond of following the rules, but more than once they'd been dismissed in the midst of enthusiasm for whatever his latest project was.

It was fortunate that there was bubblegum on the desk, because Dave was here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, and he wasn't ready to start kicking ass.

What rules have you seen about that you think are just plain stupid?

This can be anything from how certain places expect you to dress a certain way, right on to the absolutely ludicrous, like how in Morrisville, Pennsylvania, women are required a permit to wear cosmetics.

And the rest of you! If you can come up with a reason to ~~be a goody-two-shoes~~ actually follow those rules, have at 'em! Let them know just what the law that says that you can't lend your vacuum cleaner to your neighbour in Denver is upholding! And other such things!

Edited 2011-05-24 11:26 (UTC)

"Honestly, I never got the whole thing about wearing shoes into a building," Nathan decided after some thought. "Look, if I wanna walk into the local pub barefoot and collect all manner of gross things on my soles then that's my choice, yeah? People might say they don't want to look at my feet and to that I say, why the hell are they looking at my feet and not my face anyway? That's just gonna make me think they've got some kind of foot fetish."

"What about the possible smell?" Freddie pointed out. "Especially in a place that serves food. Your foot stink might ruin someone's appetite. Or make them leave before they buy something."

"If I can't wash my feet, you think I'm gonna have enough money to buy food?" Nathan wondered, trying to be logical about things in his own special way.

"Hobos get enough money to buy food," Freddie pointed out. "So could crazy barefoot people."

"You sound like an expert in foot fungus, mate," Nathan said, smirking at him. "Got some cheese between your toes? Makes for a great midnight snack, yeah?"

"How is knowing hobos can buy food any way related to foot fungus?" Freddie said. "And I'm definitely not an expert. I... have special powder to prevent it."

Who Reno assumes both have a healthy understanding of the rules, and just which ones are totally stupid.

Effy never had been good at rules. At least, not the sticking to boring and shit ones.

That said, the laat few weeks had been a steep learning curve in that respect, so maybe she'd have something decent to pass on to the class if she was asked.

Dru had learned a healthy respect for both rules and rule breaking from her dad.

Who used to make a living by upholding the rules by breaking them however he saw fit.

It was an awesome living, shut up.

Considering he'd missed what he'd eventually calculated as two weeks of class, Nathan figured he'd better go and see if he hadn't missed something important.

"Hey man," he said, deciding casual was fine after the lecture. "Sorry I haven't been in class the past two weeks but I was kinda...dead for awhile. Nothing like waking up in your own coffin."

"Buried alive, huh? Rough shit."

Reno said that completely casually. Been there, done that, kid. Maybe not in his own coffin, no, but Turks generally didn't get those, anyhow. There usually wasn't enough left of the Turk in question to bury. And Phoenix Downs could be so very handy, so long as you weren't too far gone.

"Past two weeks were pretty easy, anyhow. Shit, you can catch up on 'em right here if you come up with some kinda creative way to insult me with a rude gesture, an' then tell me what you think of as dressin' in style, yo."

Reno's workshops this semester: Not so much with the survival skills and Armageddon. Maybe next time.

Oh, Nathan was so, so regretting missing the start of this class. Why had he picked the past two weeks of all weeks to go home and die? Bummer, man.

"Let's see, let's see," Nathan said thoughtfully. "Oh, I think I got it. You're a melon fucking, dirty panty licking, monkey banging freak of nature who gets rejected by plastic blow up dolls and has to resort to shagging a pillow. And you've got bad hair."

It wasn't his best work but he had to get back into the swing of things. "And I've never really cared about how I dress, honestly. If it's clean and comfortable, I wear it. But, if asked, I go with jeans, t-shirts and Chuck Taylors. It's a look that never goes out of style and can walk the line between hipster and slacker."

Oh, Reno liked this kid at 'melon fucking.'

"Not too bad," he decided, smirking appreciatively as he gave the kid another look-over. "Way better'n some of the guys in the class who thought that I was gonna somehow take 'irresponsible' as an insult, yo."

Actually, he was kind of proud of that. But they'd made the attempt. Sort of?

"My mum tries that on me because she thinks it'll make me feel bad," Nathan said, shrugging. "I take it as a compliment and it pisses her off. I know it's wrong to annoy your elders but I just can't help myself."

"Tell me about it," Reno agreed. Hey, he was only twenty-one. He was allowed to talk about annoying his elders.

Especially since his old boss was so much fun to torment. Relentlessly.

"Anyhow, most of the time they're just askin' for it, yo. The hell do they think tryin' to make us feel bad by callin' us irresponsible is gonna prove? Maybe if they gave us somethin' worth bein' friggin' responsible about for once, we'd do a better job of it."

Definite maybe, there.

"And I get my shit done, I just get it done my way. Who cares about the means as long as I get to the end, yeah?" Nathan asked, shrugging a shoulder. Sure, he didn't always get his stuff done but most of the time, he eventually got around to taking care of things.

"Besides that whole dead thing recently, I'm obviously doing something right if I'm still here and not in jail or chained to a psycho's radiator by neck," Nathan pointed out, pretty much agreeing with Reno's assessment. "I get shit done. They just don't need to rush us. Perfection can't be rushed, right?"

"Damn right." See? Reno and Nathan would get along juuuust fine, here. "You take it in your own, time, on your own damn terms. Ain't like nobody knows what's best for you but you, yo."

That kind of made sense. In Reno-land.

"Why aren't you in charge of the whole world?" Nathan quipped, smirking. "Oh right, that's responsibility. Who wants that shit when you can be out having fun or watching porn or drinking or something? I think you being in charge of class will be good enough for me."

You guys were totally spared Reno's dancing naked DDR icon in the sign-in thread on the grounds that I couldn't focus on writing OCD while Reno pointed at his naked butt proudly.

Also, while writing this post, this song was so stuck in my head. A lot.

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