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fandomhigh2020-09-01 05:03 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2020-09-01 05:03 am
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Badass Bitch Survival Guide; Tuesday, First Period [09/01].
The fact that Rosa actually had favorite lessons for BABSG (not to mention an acronym) was a detail that she didn't really care to dwell on too much, but that wouldn't negate the fact that the first lesson of BABSG was definitely up there on the list. Mostly because the effort to amusement ratio was promising: she barely had to do anything for it, but the students very rarely disappointed.
So they'd get into the classroom and find some seats, while Rosa just sat at the desk up front with her feet up, idly watching them as they filed in, generally counting (as if she'd paid attention to exactly how many students she had this semester), quirking a brow at the more familiar faces, and checking her watch. On the board behind her were a few names:
EMILY GOLDFINCH
SONIA RAMIREZ
DIANA VALLES
MARCIE BEAUCHAMP
Then she checked her watch again, sighed, and launched into the class from her nice comfortable spot at the desk. "Alright," she said, "let's get started. Badass Bitch Survival Guide. Where I'm going to do my best to teach you guys how to be more badass in your every day life. Not a bad way to spend a Tuesday morning. And it's the first week, so, usually, that means introductions, especially when there's some new faces, but here's the thing. I don't really care who you are. I'm not really that interested in getting to know any of you. I probably won't even remember your names. So we're not even going to bother. We are going to bother with getting to know someone you aren't today."
She gestured at the names on the board.
"These are some different identities I've used in the past, that I'm okay with sharing because, for some reason or another, I can't really use them very effectively around here any more, or various other places around the country. For all intents and purposes, if you look at the paperwork, they're all actual, real people, with ID and history, they'll pass a background check, they've got goals, they've got some real estate and businesses. And they can all be pretty handy in the pursuit of baddassery. A good, solid alternate identity to disappear into can be a useful survival tool to any badass bitch, and not even just for throwing off creeps and people," she gestured vaguely toward them now, "you just don't want to talk to.
"So today," she continued, "I've giving you five minutes. Come up with a good secret identity or alternate persona. Convince me you're someone you're not. If it's believable, you're free to go. If it's not, keep trying. Simple enough, right? And, let's be honest, none of us really want to be here right now, least of all me, so take a few moments, and when you're ready, come on up, and let's see what you've got."
So they'd get into the classroom and find some seats, while Rosa just sat at the desk up front with her feet up, idly watching them as they filed in, generally counting (as if she'd paid attention to exactly how many students she had this semester), quirking a brow at the more familiar faces, and checking her watch. On the board behind her were a few names:
SONIA RAMIREZ
DIANA VALLES
MARCIE BEAUCHAMP
Then she checked her watch again, sighed, and launched into the class from her nice comfortable spot at the desk. "Alright," she said, "let's get started. Badass Bitch Survival Guide. Where I'm going to do my best to teach you guys how to be more badass in your every day life. Not a bad way to spend a Tuesday morning. And it's the first week, so, usually, that means introductions, especially when there's some new faces, but here's the thing. I don't really care who you are. I'm not really that interested in getting to know any of you. I probably won't even remember your names. So we're not even going to bother. We are going to bother with getting to know someone you aren't today."
She gestured at the names on the board.
"These are some different identities I've used in the past, that I'm okay with sharing because, for some reason or another, I can't really use them very effectively around here any more, or various other places around the country. For all intents and purposes, if you look at the paperwork, they're all actual, real people, with ID and history, they'll pass a background check, they've got goals, they've got some real estate and businesses. And they can all be pretty handy in the pursuit of baddassery. A good, solid alternate identity to disappear into can be a useful survival tool to any badass bitch, and not even just for throwing off creeps and people," she gestured vaguely toward them now, "you just don't want to talk to.
"So today," she continued, "I've giving you five minutes. Come up with a good secret identity or alternate persona. Convince me you're someone you're not. If it's believable, you're free to go. If it's not, keep trying. Simple enough, right? And, let's be honest, none of us really want to be here right now, least of all me, so take a few moments, and when you're ready, come on up, and let's see what you've got."
Re: Introductions - BABSG, 09/01.
There was a smattering of truth amongst those lies, yes.
Re: Introductions - BABSG, 09/01.
Rosa's head tilted, speculatively, as she looked Jules over. "Alright, then, your Highness," she said, "why don't you tell us a little about this Centra place."
Re: Introductions - BABSG, 09/01.