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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"You deserved it!"

"I did not deserve TO GET BITTEN BY A PONY!"

"You insulted my girlfriend," Peter replied, his voice getting colder. "You're lucky I was a pony."

Seely could do cold. "She kicked me first."

"Because you insulted her!" Peter replied.

"No, the insulting came after the crotch-kicking!"

"Touching someone inapropriately isn't insulting?" Peter asked furiously.

"She came onto me first!" Seely growled. "Or is that the real reason you're angry?"

"Oh please," Peter replied, clenching his fists. "Like I would believe you over Willow."

"What happened, happened," Seely replied. "Sucks to be you, but, hey, not my fault if she's looking elsewhere."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Unlike you, I don't need to insult girls to get them to talk to me. Last I heard, you ended up left naked in a closet. Your strategy's working so well."

Seely snorted. "You really think talking was what we were doing?"

"It ended up with you naked, embarassed and alone. What more do I need to know?" Peter rolled his eyes.

"Who said I was talking about that girl?"

Peter sent a fist flying towards Seely's face.

Seely's head snapped to the side. Then with a small, tight smile, he shook his head and returned the favour, aiming a blow towards Peter's solar plexus.

"Gentlemen." V was there almost immediately, and almost gently pushed them apart, keeping a hand on each of their shoulders to separate the boys with a steady, strong grip. "Care to explain?"

"He hit me," Seely replied quickly. "So I hit him back."

Peter glared at Seely then gathered himself together. "I'm sorry, sir. He was insulting a lady."

"Was he?" V asked, his voice soft. He tilted his head at Seely. "What was said?"

"I simply asked him a couple of innocent questions," Seely answered semi-truthfully. "He's the one who chose to interpret them as insults."

V sighed. "What were these questions?"

"I asked him if he thought talking was all I did with a girl, and if he was certain he knew which girl I was referring to. Perfectly innocent."

If your definition of innocent was 'custom designed to get him to throw the fisrt punch'.

Had V's eyes been visible, he would have been seen rolling them. Instead he just tightened his grip on their shoulders. "Now, while I admire your initiative," he said to Peter, "and how you sprang to action for your cause, it's best to rise above words. And you," he said to Seely, "should not be baiting people in my classroom. Detention for the pair of you."

Peter noddded, not taking his eyes off Seely but thankful V was apparently not going to make them apologise and shake hands. "Yes, sir. I shall do my best."

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