Ronan Nolan (
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fandomhigh2012-05-28 02:01 pm
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Philosophy of Choice [Monday | Period 1]
"You're walking down the street," Ronan said, and around the class the Danger Shop took the appearance of a city street. "It's late-ish -- say ten o'clock. You're on your way to a club, or just leaving the theatre. Maybe you're meeting friends for coffee, or you just had dinner with your parents.
"And across the street, you hear someone shout for help. Looking over, you can see something going on in an alley across the street. What do you do?"
Ronan made a small gesture with his hand, and somewhere across the street, behind the crowds walking down the other sidewalk, a small scuffle began in the alleyway; someone screamed.
"If you're like most people," Ronan continued, "the more people who are around, the less likely that you'll help. This is called the 'bystander effect'."
The screams continued. "So," he said, raising an eyebrow at the class. "Are you going to help, or not?"
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"And across the street, you hear someone shout for help. Looking over, you can see something going on in an alley across the street. What do you do?"
Ronan made a small gesture with his hand, and somewhere across the street, behind the crowds walking down the other sidewalk, a small scuffle began in the alleyway; someone screamed.
"If you're like most people," Ronan continued, "the more people who are around, the less likely that you'll help. This is called the 'bystander effect'."
The screams continued. "So," he said, raising an eyebrow at the class. "Are you going to help, or not?"
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Still, Toby figured he could run interference long enough for the other guy to get away- he and Kenzi had pulled a similar move a few weeks ago, when they'd stumbled across a stalker after her ex-boyfriend.
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If that didn't work from where she was, she would move closer and shove him herself.
...
While yelling.
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With her momentum, he'd hopefully go sailing over her head, and land - painfully - on his back on the pavement.
Not that she was going to let the mug-ee run away, and she snagged him by the back of the shirt. "Now then, boyos, who's going to tell me what all this is about?"
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He did look around to see if there was a payphone or something so he could place an anonymous call to the cops, at least. He had no love in his heart for the boys in blue, and they weren't particularly fond of him in turn, but hey, maybe he wasn't entirely the cares-about-nobody little shit that people made him out to be.
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"Hey!" he called out, taking a few steps towards the altercation. "You need help?"
He didn't get too close. But a lot of times, guys like this, if they knew someone was watching and things might not go their way, they stopped and ran for it.
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