fandomhigh | Criminal Justice [1st period, Tuesday]

When students first entered the Criminal Justice classroom, it appeared to be empty, and the lights were slightly dimmed.

However, those who were especially observant, or have special sensory powers that allow them to notice such things, might have noted a figure off to the side, tucked into a shadow in the corner.

"A pleasant morning to you all," V greeted silkily once everyone had arrived, as he emerged from the shadow, lightly flicking his cape over one shoulder and clasping his gloved hands behind his back. "You are all here because you have a desire to learn more of this 'criminal justice,' I presume. Perhaps you have a personal investment - a vital verdict of vengeance or a vigorous, violent, vivid urgency to change your world or vindictate your own victorious verisimilitude."

He quirked his head at the class. "In short, a cause. Crime is relative; what may be one's grandest cause, their sacred ideal, is another's travesty - or worse, meaningless. Your mission is to make others care for your ideas, to feel what you feel."

He started passing out papers. "These are your syllabi. Over the next term, I expect students to gain a grasp of the workings of the law, a solid interpretation of justice, but most of all I want you to come away from this class with a purpose and a direction."

"We shall start with investigating the following question: what, to you, is a crime? What is something that would drive you to seek a way to right things? Or has driven, if you choose to give a personal example, though theoretical examples are fine. I'd also like to hear all your names, if you don't mind."

"I'll begin," he said, pulling off his hat and giving a slight bow. "Please, call me V - no 'Professor V,' or 'Mr. V,' as I do not care for titles nor do I find them necessary. Simply V. I view anything that wrongs an innocent as criminal, and those who inflict such damage should be brought to justice. At the moment I'm seeking a new cause, though for several years I pursued the goal of destroying a corrupt government due to their massacre of unsuspecting, unguilty individuals. I reminded them that governments serve people, rather than intimidate them or worse."

He quirked his head expectantly at the class.

[First of all, ~~wait for~~ OCD is up. Secondly, I'll be around until abooooooout 3 AM EDT, then asleep, and then I'll be on fairly steadily through Tuesday afternoon ~~with some slight iffiness around 1 and 3:30 PM due to commuting~~ except not really because class was canceled yay.]

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Believe it or not, Bel was studiously taking notes.

But that didn't mean he couldn't be interrupted.

Seely didn't throw a spitwad at Bel to get his attention, that was the other vampire lookalike, honest.

Bel looked up and blinked. "What?" he said irritably~~, now that email was working again and he finally got the comment notification~~.

"That girl, Marie, you know if she's okay?"

"She's shaken up, but she's gonna be all right," Bel said. He didn't add the "I hope."

Seely nodded. "That's good, that she's gonna be okay."

"Yeah, thanks for your help," Bel said. He glanced around the classroom. "Does that get us good guy points for this class?"

"Possibly, if we ask," Seely replied with a grin. "You even need them? I mean you were organising the shingdig and all."

Bel chuckled. "Need all I can get," he said.

"C'mon, stand up guy like you? Gotta be kidding me."

Bel cocked his head curiously. "Hasn't anyone warned you about me yet?"

"Should they have?"

"I'm a demon with a shady past?" Bel offered. "People don't trust me."

"Demons? They some kind of biker gang?" Because, yes, he was still valiantly attempting to cling to some trace of normality.

Bel snickered. "Yeah, right," he said. "I have a checkered past as a member of a biker gang." He hung his head.

"Hey, just 'cause my old man's a cop, I'm not gonna hold that against you."

"That what you want to be when you grow up?" Bel asked, still trying to keep a straight face.

"Me? A cop?" Seely laughed. "Nah, I'm thinking army, or possibly a private dick."

And here we have a prime reason why Bel was taking pop culture.

"Private...dick?" he repeated, wondering if that was another phrase for male prostitute.

"Yeah, you know, like Dixon Hill?"

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"Hey. Did you guys find Marie okay? I didn't hear about it on the radio until way after."

Bel nodded. "We found her. She's pretty shaken up but she's gonna be okay," he said.

And hopefully Jaime would be as well, or Marie would never forgive herself.

He nodded. "Okay. If there's anything you need me to do or she needs me to do or whatever, yeah. I'm in."

"Cool, thanks," Bel said. "I'll let you know. She's . . . adjusting and can use all the friends she can get."

"Thanks, man."