http://krycek-rat.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-10-30 08:06 am

[Open Classroom: Journalism classroom]

Very early Sunday morning, Krycek once again reached the Journalism classroom to open it for students and parents to visit because he'd rather not have breakfast with Jacob sr if he can help it.

Around the room are several projects with attention grabbing posters and fliers.

Say Yes to Body Art! [Warning: Some disturbing imagery]

Say Yes to Unprotected Sex!

Say Yes to Vampires!

Say Yes to Student Government Accountability!

Say Yes to Celine Dion!

Say Yes to Smoking! [Warning: Also disturbing, maybe.]

As was true yesterday, the large screens up at the head of the class are set up to display various images, some of them of the students during classtime, some of them current news footage - all are turned to a very low volume so as to allow conversation at reasonable levels.

Krycek wanders around the room a little, restless, fiddling with the coffee maker until it begins to brew and straightening up in general. The candy teeth of yesterday are noticeably weaker, snapping only in a half-hearted manner. Krycek almost feels sorry for them.

[ooc: You aren't required to sit in on your project, but you might want to have at least one person do so - remember, Spider's watching.]
sensethevisions: (Distrustful)

[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-30 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Phoebe flinches.

"And some people obviously think that asking for advice means that someone is expecting you to jump on their say so. As for diplomacy," she smirks at Krycek. "Emotions and diplomacy weren't things that some people ever demonstrated."

Phoebe sighs. She doesn't like fighting with Krycek. She misses drinking with him and just talking to him without worrying he was going to try to kill her or get her into bed.

"Look," she says quietly. "Some of us realized they fucked up and were coming with hat in hand for advice and to apologize. Some of us felt really bad that when they were being stalked and in danger, they didn't let people they cared about know what was going on. Some of us made a very big, very stupid mistake and is more sorry than they could ever put into words."

She looked at him, trying to form a blank expression. "Some of us would rewind time if they could and fix what they fucked up. Some of us would also consider just quitting and walking away." She sighed agin. "Some of us are just no good at being a martyr or dealing when someone they respect and care about is justifiably upset with them."