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fandomhigh2019-05-16 11:42 pm
talentforlying) wrote in fandomhigh2019-05-16 11:42 pm
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Working the Long Con, Friday, Second Period
It was a grumpy, rumpled librarian that stomped his way into class after the students had arrived, bonelessly dropping into his chair and kicking his feet up on to his desk as he fished about in his coat for some cigarettes.
The school board might make him teach -- again -- but they couldn't make him behave.
"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said, lighting up. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."
"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. Like how you lot probably showed up last week when I didn't." Because he'd been really really hung over on the mainland.
"It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he continued bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids, then we'll get on to Arts and Crafts."
...yes, that actually was as ominous as it sounded.
The school board might make him teach -- again -- but they couldn't make him behave.
"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said, lighting up. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."
"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. Like how you lot probably showed up last week when I didn't." Because he'd been really really hung over on the mainland.
"It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he continued bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids, then we'll get on to Arts and Crafts."
...yes, that actually was as ominous as it sounded.
Re: Arts & Crafts! (Kinda)
"I already have one of these for Earth," she noted. "It's weird, there was something called Photoshop involved? I don't suppose there's a way to get these things done up for where I'm from, huh? You can never have too many fakes."
Not that she could get home these days, but she didn't generally even look at her Earth fake. Her face in human cosplay unsettled her in ways that made her lekku twitch.
Re: Arts & Crafts! (Kinda)
...John was not a good role model, no.
Re: Arts & Crafts! (Kinda)
Unless he could read Aurebesh, he probably wouldn't be able to tell that this one was declaring her name to be Supi'brill, homeworld Nar Shaddaa, but that probably wouldn't have meant much, anyway.
"Never leave home without it."