[open] DETENTION CATCH-ALL LOG

[icequeen_aran]

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.]

Comments

[flowerofmtsilver]

"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.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

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."

[flowerofmtsilver]

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."

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

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.

[flowerofmtsilver]

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."