Criminal Justice [1st period, Tuesday]

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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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Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean smiled at her. "You're lucky."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"I guess so," Layla replied, shrugging. "It certainly seems to make crime fighting easier. For those who do it."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It helps. There's a lot of things laws don't cover or get wrong and that's when things get interesting. Like the things my family fights, there's no laws covering them because most people don't think they exist. That's when you gotta figure out for yourself what's a real crime and what isn't."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"You know, I didn't think about that - about the things laws don't cover, like ghosts. That would be kind of weird." Layla looked up at Dean thoughtfully. "Does your family break a lot of normal laws to do what you do?" She couldn't decide if that was scary, or kind of awesome.

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Honestly? Yeah, a lot. There's lots of fake ids and credit card scams, some grave robbing and we pretty much shatter any firearms laws." Dean shrugged. "We do what we have to to stops things from killing people."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

Fake ids and bad credit cards were one thing, but... "Grave robbing? That sounds really creepy."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It can get kinda gross, yeah," Dean said. "But it's all part of the job."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"How does grave robbing get rid of ghosts?" she asked. "Does like, the smell of old dead people do something to them?"

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You burn and salt the body of who the ghost was when it was alive," Dean explained. "They can't hang around if they don't have a link in this reality."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

Layla tilted her head, giving that a few moments thought. "I guess that makes sense. Playing with fire sounds kind of risky though."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shrugged. "Only if you don't know what you're doing. If you do, it's one of the best parts of the whole hunting gig."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"Only if you're a pyromaniac," Layla remarked.

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."

Re: Talk amongst yourselves [09/05]

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"I wish you could meet my friend Warren," Layla said, giggling. "He likes fire too. I bet the two of you could trade stories of things you've burned."