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Who: YOU and Ulki and possibly Samus, especially if your name is Ishimaru.
What: SUMMER DETENTION
Where: DETENTION ROOM
When: DETENTION TIME IN THE SUMMER all month and probably next when school starts back up again.
Warnings: YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO WARNINGS THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HERE IN DETENTION

[In lieu of trying to wax and wane purple prose about an empty classroom with a bunch of uninviting looking desks and a very foreboding chalk board that goes on forever as you would expect in any normal detention room, feel free to use this as a multipurpose catch-all for all your detention needs.

Your student is here for a reason. Discipline. (Or a lack thereof.) Nobody cares how much of an angel they are: they can receive a detention in any way possible. If they're too sweet for any normal teacher to give them a detention, Crazy Hand did it. Perhaps they rubbed Char the wrong way on the wrong day. Maybe they disrupted the peace and blew up the pool party and deserve to be here and had it a long time coming.

Chances are if you're a delinquent you're a regular here and know the punishments can range from sitting at an uncomfortable desk in deafening silence for a few hours to writing a message a million times across the chalk board to physical discipline. It might be a good idea to specify how you got here and what you're looking for and where your limits are.

Ulki is the default de facto disciplinary guy. He's usually here. If you don't serve your detention Ulki will find you. Don't try to skip out! Samus does not typically serve detention but she can make a special exception in certain situations. You know who you guys are. Perhaps if you are another teacher and have something special in mind for some special unruly student of yours and want to step up to the Plate O' Punishment, here's your chance.

DETENTION HARD. Detention what you will.]

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The thread title isn't even that far from the truth. Mondo Oowada is on a lot of people's shit lists, not to mention he's been forked over detention slips so numerous that he can't even remember when he's SUPPOSED to be in the schoolhouse clink. Many of them wound up in the trash, especially the ones he considered stupid, like running in the halls or not abiding by curfew. But he could be in for anything, really- stirring up conflict with Resetti, breaking school property, or... ruining a pool party by being a belligerent asshole who also fucks up a lot. Among other transgressions. Long story short: he's a regular here by now.

In fact, he could be in detention for not coming to detention when he should have. Ulki knows who he is and can find him no matter where he is, so he's starting to realize that he can't get away with not coming so easily anymore. He can fight the detention master until he's black and blue, but when a guy with just as much fight in him as Mondo can turn into a giant hawk who can carry you a ways, you'd better believe his luck had run out.

Needless to say, he's never happy when he's in the dingy cell of discipline. Crossing his arms, lowering his chin with a deep scowl, kicking his feet up onto the desk as a final fuck you to the authority who shoved him there to begin with. Wanna sit next to that guy?

At least Mondo wasn't completely alone in ruining pool parties. Vinnie was also here, for the crime of turning Red's face into a purple pile of mush. In hindsight, the Venusaur could concede that maybe he'd gone a little too far in his rage - all the stress and uncertainty of his trainer turning into an abusive dickweed had managed to get to him, in the end. He wasn't sure what was going on anymore. However, it could've ended a lot worse - detention, as far as he was concerned, was a small price to pay to avoid the repercussions of almost putting another human(?) in the hospital again.

So he showed up, ready to do time with textbooks to keep him company: one on botany, and the other for Pokemon Studies. It just so happened that the desk best positioned for sunbeams was right next to Mondo. Giving him a look as he walked by, Vinnie plunked himself down without a word.

Propping his head against the hands he folded behind it, Mondo snapped out of his daydreams the moment Vinnie appeared from behind the door and followed his advance with his eyes, being somewhat discreet by using his excessively tall collar and bent elbows to obscure his interest partway. Not that was trying to shirk away from being found out at all costs- he was just being curious at a low-key level. When he picked the spot adjacent to him, he twisted his makeshift headrest at such an angle that he was better facing his new company as he settled into his desk with... books? Botany? A guy like him, interested in something like botany?

Who is this guy? Mondo is only pressed further into wanting to know what he was about.

No talking was allowed in detention, but it always slipped his mind, and he chose to disrupt Vinnie's study session with a hissy whisper. "Hey. You in here for the ass-kicking that went down at the pool party?"

Yeah, botany. And now that Mondo's face wasn't covered in blood and ice cream, it was pretty noticeable that he smelled real strong of perfume, too. Vinnie's choice of attire when out of swim trunks also seemed to stand out, what with him being in bright pink. Not what you'd usually expect at all.

He'd only just opened his textbook to the page on flower-pollinator coevolution that he'd bookmarked the night before when the whisper caught his ear. After letting out a deep exhale at the memory, Vinnie glanced over at the guy he'd kicked in the face and briefly teamed up with to cream his former trainer.

Well. He didn't sound like he held a grudge over the Venusaur intervening, at least. Maybe it was the nature of detention that placed them on equal standing. They were all momentary prisoners here, after all. Watching him out of the corner of eye, Vinnie leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "Yeah," he muttered back, "what about it?"

"Just wonderin'," he responded casually, tipping back even further and sending his eyes to the ceiling instead. "Man, what a pain in the ass that was... I'm in here for the same."

Vinnie turned his head a bit more just to take in how irreverent this guy was about detention. It was a drag, sure, but it seemed a bit like he was making a show of how little he cared. At least he'd made himself comfortable, or something.

"Could've gone better," the Venusaur admitted, looking back at his desk with a contemplative expression. "Sorry 'bout kickin' you in the head, by the way."

"Heh. Not a problem," he replied with a grin creeping its way onto his face. "You were just payin' me back for the sucker punch to the gut."

But of course, there was a reason he'd shown up in the first place to help Red that "involved him" somehow, and he never quite got to figure that out with how hectic everything had been- along with the whole heap of questions buzzing around in his head about this yakuza guy. He could only pick at assumptions on his down time. Mondo dropped his levity and went on to ask, "But I'm curious 'bout somethin'. You know that Red bastard personally?"

Vinnie had to stifle a bitter laugh, being asked that. Considering he spent how many years of his life travelling and battling alongside the trainer, 'knowing him personally' seemed to be a hilarious understatement. But it wasn't like this guy - Mondo, was it? - would've known anyway.

Somewhat sombrely, the Venusaur answered, "He's family." Still focusing his stare down at his own desk, the frown on his face deepened as he continued to elaborate: "I used t'follow him, up until a few months ago."

Under the inference that Vinnie was yakuza, his use of the word "family" only bolstered this wrongful assumption. Did that make Red the head of it? He seemed kind of young for that position. Mondo's attention perked at used to follow, meaning he'd been expelled from the family for some reason, be it for a grievous failure or out of personal will or any other reason that could be picked out. On a gut reaction he peeked over at what fingers he could spot on Vinnie, just to see if any of them were missing.

"Oh yeah? S'cuse me for pryin', but... what made you stop?"

Well, his arms were still crossed, so they weren't too visible. From what Mondo could probably see of one hand, it looked intact...

Vinnie glanced over at Mondo, wondering why this guy he didn't know from Adam would've even cared to ask. All he probably knew of Red was from the actions of that asshole, purple blooded lookalike. Though the Venusaur had to concede that anyone who would've willingly followed that monster would probably be little more than a monster himself. Your trainer said a lot about you as a Pokemon too, after all.

But this guy probably didn't need all the details. It wasn't like he even knew anything about the team's history. So all Vinnie offered was, "I joined him t'get stronger, and I did. But now I need t'get stronger on my own."

Mondo easily found fellow feeling in his quest for strength, but his way of going about it wasn't something he'd personally take on. Sure, he could see how being pushed by the yakuza's demands could toughen someone up quick, so maybe he thought that type of lifestyle was the ideal route for what he sought? He wondered what made him want to pursue a more independent kind of strength away from his family. Maybe what he meant was that he'd discovered the life he chose to lead before didn't suit him or provide him with what he truly wanted, so he needed to rethink his merit and find a way to stand alone without relying on his group? Mondo could wrap his mind around that. Especially if someone like Red was in charge.

"So you just... up and quit? I mean, you severed all these ties you had, and there's gotta be consequences..." There was a faint urgency pushing behind his words like he was in suspense.

"Yeah," said Vinnie with a shrug. It wasn't an uncommon thing for Pokemon to leave their trainer, he was sure - but to disband from a renown Champion might've been unthinkable to some. In the same matter-of-fact tone, he added, "I'll deal with it."

Which probably sounded way more impressive if one was under the impression that these consequences involved a pissed off criminal organization, and not just a pissed off Wartortle.

Definitely more impressive with all the fantastical assumptions Mondo was cooking up over here, but he didn't realize the underwhelming truth just yet. Vinnie had a lot of spine, almost recklessly so, to just 'quit' in spite of heavy retaliation. But he seemed to have made up his mind, and his audacity in the face of his superiors for the sake of a personal principle was something Mondo found himself quietly respecting. He wouldn't want to follow someone like Red, either. Not with the kind of heartless character he'd demonstrated. Though... even if he were a heartless asshole, something struck him as odd. He wasn't exactly someone he'd pin as yakuza, much less the boss of a family. Then again, he was dealing with a strange, foreign place full of strange, foreign people. He was way too young, practically a kid, and he lacked the kind of fighting skills he'd expect out of one. But...

But seriously, why the hell did a guy like him reek of flowery perfume? It's like an entire floral shop strolled on in and sat down next to him, botany textbook and all. Maybe he just... really liked plants.

"Must've been a tough decision. Still, though... You went and backed him up when you saw I was kickin' the crap outta him," the biker pointed out. "So you'd still stick up for him, even though you cut it off?"

Well, that was a bit more... complicated to answer, even in vague terms. Vinnie's personal feelings about his place on the team aside, there was also the added factor of something forcing Red to act in ways he wasn't responsible for. The purple blood suggested that it wasn't just an effect of mind altering drugs, but whatever it was, the trainer had been downright poisonous to everyone around him.

Even knowing that, it still hurt. Red's words still stuck in him like a thorn that had sunk so deep, the skin had healed over it. But it still pained Vinnie to watch him bleed, and to know what this fake had twisted his once-trainer's name and face into.

The Venusaur leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk, a stern air settled over him. The personal stuff aside, there was still a few things Mondo had to learn. "He did shit that needs t'be answered for, I get that. But you didn't know the whole've things before lookin' for a fight, and landin' him in the hospital wouldn't do anyone any good."

With a small shrug, Vinnie lazily flipped open the botany textbook cover. "'Course, that was before I realized he was way stronger than normal."

Edited 2013-09-16 23:58 (UTC)

He whipped his head away from the direction of Vinnie with a "Tch", resenting the hidden implication that he was wrong for picking a fight the way he did, sinking lower in his seat and staring ahead indignantly. "I knew just enough to know he deserved every bruise I gave him. That's enough for me. I don't regret a damn thing, for the record!"

Vinnie focused his eyes down on the diagrams in his textbook as he conceded, "Fair enough. You did what you had t'do. I did the same." He didn't have any hard feelings towards Mondo in particular for the way he acted, and his voice conveyed that acceptance.

Your choices defined who you were. No matter what, Mondo would beat up Red for his transgressions, and no matter what, Vinnie wouldn't be able to walk away. A contemplative tone to his voice, the Venusaur thought out loud, "We're not that different."

Hell, it was a bit like looking into a mirror, a few years into the past.

Edited 2013-09-19 02:47 (UTC)

The short flare-up got snuffed out and rekindled with interest. "Y'think so?" Sure, Vinnie didn't know him very well, and likewise vice-versa, but Mondo was still curious about this assessment.

"Sure." Vinnie seemed fairly chill in this assessment, to the point of shooting Mondo a knowing smirk.

"You might be reckless with the punchin', but you did it t'defend a friend, right? Your heart's in the right place. You just need t'get stronger."

Mondo could have all the good intentions in the world, but he'd still managed to lose himself in his rage when he lashed out - and that in itself was a weakness.

Bullseye. Whether he did something to make his inner weakness obvious or Vinnie was just keen on picking things out of him, Mondo didn't know. He caught the smirk and then ducked his eyes down to his desk, peering at the uneven wood lines but sending his mind elsewhere.

"Wouldn't say you're wrong about that..." Before he'd been found guilty for murder, he wouldn't have admitted it so readily, that he was lacking in any kind of strength. He'd be downright defensive about it. It used to be that he was strong, damn it, stronger than anyone else, and he'd show you how strong he was by knocking you down a peg- with his fists, if you dared imply otherwise. But that strength wasn't a fundamental kind of strength, because when the real heat was on he could rail against the situation he was thrown into as much as he wanted and still be just as vulnerable as everyone else. Mondo had gotten a serious wake-up call back then. Here he was talking to someone who felt just like him, so that might have been what cranked him open further.

"Yeah, I'm known for bein' tough shit. I was the second head of the number-one bike gang in all Japan- the Crazy Diamonds. I can take down a whole gang comin' straight at me with nothin' but my bare fists. I was Hell, a roaring demon on wheels, and I don't take shit from no one. But... despite all that, even I'm aware somethin's missin'." His face screwed up a bit in frustration, like he was trying to make up his mind right then and there. "It's somewhere... in my heart."

Vinnie listened to Mondo with a look of empathy in his eyes. While he couldn't claim to be anything as outrageous as a vice head of a gang (oops), being a Hall of Famer was its own pinnacle, but that by itself didn't solve anything for him. There were times when rank and title didn't mean an awful lot - especially when it came to matters of the heart. Ultimately, it could all be window dressing over a pained soul.

The Venusaur didn't know Mondo anywhere near well enough to tell what exactly ailed him. But considering he could relate, trying to reach out to him felt like the only decent thing to do.

"Hey, look... I don't claim t've found all the answers," Vinnie started, somewhat careful in his tone, "but if y'wanted, maybe we could train sometime. Get some stuff off your chest."

Wooden lines were quickly traded in for the face that had been looking at him. A smile spread across his lips gratefully. "Count me in, man. Been a while since I had that kind of outlet. So what if we don't got the answers? Hell, we'll find 'em. And if we don't, it'll probably be 'cuz we kicked it before we could."

Was that... supposed to be motivating? Maybe to someone who was technically supposed to be dead, and someone who had screwed up just about everything that mattered to him enough to keep living, the idea of dying didn't seem daunting at all. He had nothing to lose, and from his position at the absolute bottom of the barrel, the only way he could go was up. Anyway, it was just a playful remark.

Was that the kind of motivation that bikers were into? Having the kind of lifestyle that led to an early death rather than pursuing self-acceptance and peace seemed like a rather odd ideal to be chasing after. But maybe that was part of the problem too.

Vinnie humoured him with a faint chuckle. Mondo probably meant nothing too serious about it, but it did reflect a little on his mentality. "Well. Hopefully it won't come t'that."

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