Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday | Period 4

[charming_thief]

So. Teaching.

When the Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles students arrived for class today, they would find their teacher ungodly attractive standing at the front of the room, clad in an expensive suit with his ankle tracker left deliberately visible on the outside of his pants. Some might argue that that would hurt his credibility as a teacher. Neal saw it differently. 

“Welcome to Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles,” he said once everyone was seated. “I’m going to be upfront with you and tell you that teaching isn’t something I ever planned to be doing. But you’re here and I’m here, and it’s my job to teach you all a little something about being wily and persuasive – and most of all, successful.” 

“But first,” he continued, “I’m going to challenge you all. A lot of teachers might have you introduce yourselves on the first day. I want you to bullshit me.” He doubted this was the kind of school where he could come under fire for using bad language, but if it was, it wasn’t like he’d ever gotten a high school diploma or sufficient experience in a high school environment to teach him that. “Introduce yourselves and try to convince me you’re someone else. Your classmates and I will be free to ask you questions to try and trip you up. Starting now.”

He pointed at someone, then gestured to the front of the room and took a seat on top of an empty desk in the first row. “Go.”

Comments

Re: In-faux-ductions!

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Jerome," he said with a nod and a grin. "I'm from an island not too far from here. Father sent me to get my education, as my older brothers are due to inherit the family business and I'd just be underfoot." He looked at the other students, as if daring them to go next, or ask him questions.

Re: In-faux-ductions!

[charming_thief]

Now that was an alias Neal could get behind.

"Why don't you get to inherit it?" he asked, boredly, examining his nails. "Seems a little unfair."

Re: In-faux-ductions!

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Eldest born usually inherit. Barring both of them running off to join the Palace Guard or the preisthood, I have slim chances of being next in line. Plus," he said, lounging a bit to look like a disinterested teen of stature, "I'd rather be selling cloth than weaving it or dying it. The smells, the stains. Almost as bad as tanners." He said the last with a shrug.