http://lovechildblair.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-09-13 07:48 am

Outside the Danger Room, 7th period

Holding a large stick with a piece of poster board attached wasn't the easiest thing to do with one hand. Which meant that Blair's big protest sign today spent a lot of time leaning on the walk next to him when his arm got too achy.

He felt bad though and intermittently would call out the sign's message loudly. "Give Peace a Chance!"

[ooc: Same drill as last time, posted with permission of teacher. Open for interaction and arguing and harassing.]

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
John didn't move to take the pamphlet. He sighed, rubbed a hand over his face and made one last attempt to get this boy to see sense. "As I told the class last week, we're only focusing on how to track down and deal with supernatural entities that are a threat -- that means they're out there actively killing people. If I -- or someone like me -- didn't stop them, they'd keep on killing. What I do, what I'm teaching here saves lives."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Because of course demons aren't out there killing innocents who don't even believe they're real, much less have any knowledge of how to protect themselves or stop them," John said, an edge creeping back into his voice. "The demons aren't going to stop killing, stop hunting humans, just because we stop hunting them."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I know because I read the obituaries, I see the bodies, I talk to the grieving families," John told him bluntly. "I know because I was living in peace once and a demon came into my home and ripped my family apart."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, that was it. To imply that Mary somehow had earned the way she had died... John held onto his temper by his bare fingernails. "Right, Mr. Sandburg, I hope you didn't have any plans for this Saturday because you'll be spending it in detention. You can use the time to figure out why what you just said was so offensive." He gave a smile that was really more a baring of teeth. "Consider it karma."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm giving you detention for being so over the line of respecting your teachers it's not even a distant spot in the rearview mirror," John told him. "You don't like hunting, that's your perogative. You want to discuss the subject, fine, I'm all for rational discussion. You start suggesting that my wife somehow deserved to be pinned to the ceiling of our son's nursery and set on fire, you get detention."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you should write another one and this time you can explain why you think a demon's right to rampage and murder is more important than the innocent people they killed's right to live," John advised. "Without using the word karma."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes." John smiled wolflishly. "Just be glad I'm not running it. Wouldn't want my 'karma' to rub off on you."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then my karma couldn't have rubbed off on my wife enough to get her killed," John shot back smoothly, temper mostly back under control. Giving detention was a wonderful mood stabilizer, as was the realisation that Blair wasn't so much trying to be calculatedly cruel as he was just not thinking. "I think you need to work on choosing your words better, Mr. Sandburg. Think about what you're implying before saying just anything to try and prove your point. You'll spend less time in detention and we may actually be able to have a conversation that doesn't end with you having to write an apology letter."

[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com 2006-09-14 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"That would be what I'm talking about right there," John pointed out. "Good day Mr. Sandburg. Hopefully you'll think about what I said and our next conversation will be more productive." He gathered his things and headed off down the hallway, feeling for once satisfied with the way he'd dealt with the situation.