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Post by thecurtain on Sept 7, 2011 22:38:17 GMT -5
Mac follows suit, aware of how suddenly easy it would be to use the metal these guys have on them--and the metal in the hallway they're led down, and the metal cop cars, and the metal all down the street--to bust out. But if they do, he's sure they'll be hunted. And that, he doesn't want. Goddamn, but they're stupid. He's shoved into the back first, firmly but not overly rough, with a large hand pushing his head down to fit. He goes quietly, but watches how they handle Jack.
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Post by Conway on Sept 8, 2011 21:36:48 GMT -5
His treatment is no different, shoved into the back of the car, hand on his head so he won't hit it. As if he would... He's quiet like when they've fought or when he's hurt. He's thinking hard about this Hero Academy.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 8, 2011 21:50:40 GMT -5
Mac nudges him gently, just once, with his elbow, as if as a reminder he's still here. But he's got his gaze fixed on the back of the seat in front of him. He hasn't even gotten to worrying about the Academy. He's too busy worrying about their detaining cell, about not even making it to the Academy, about having their futures in someone else's hands. It's rare these days, when Mac doesn't have at least a little optimism to offer.
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Post by Conway on Sept 8, 2011 21:55:00 GMT -5
The nudge breaks his focus and he looks...kind of he's more looking at Mac's leg but he's acknowledging him. He has to think about academy, because he either has to throw all he's got into getting there. Or he has to get them out of this while he still can.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 13, 2011 19:35:28 GMT -5
The car ride is unsettlingly silent all the way to the detention site. Mac doesn't show any sign of changing his plan just yet, intending to lay low until the decision on their future has been made.
It's only when they get to the detention site that he starts becoming visibly uneasy. He's not sure what the facility is made of, only that it's either distinctly lacking in magnetizable metal or there's something going on that's blocking his sense of anything useful. Either way, it's disorienting.
He turns his head to protest, but the looks on the faces of the guards as they guide the boys out of the patrol car are so severe that he finds himself speechless.
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Post by Conway on Sept 14, 2011 0:20:28 GMT -5
It's obvious to see that Mac's uneasy and he understands. Their used to living in a world of metal where their power is like another way of seeing, and Mac much longer than him. It almost makes facility feel fake, unsafe in a way different then it being a prison for them. So he reached out with his field, giving Mac a little push, something to feel. "Easy."
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 14, 2011 9:15:00 GMT -5
That tiniest jolt makes him draw in a breath, as if he'd forgotten that's an important thing he should do. The look he gives Jack is equal parts appreciation and apprehension, but he doesn't have time to respond as they're pushed towards the weird black hole building with no metal. In a weird way it is almost like going blind; as they get closer, he can feel the metal of the cop cars and the road fade with the distance put between them. All his and Jack's metal had been removed, and all that remains are the things on the cops: gun. Belt buckle. Cuffs. Communication devices. Extraneous snaps and zippers. He focuses on those, counting and identifying each one, allowing himself to be led and knowing in a few minutes it would all be gone.
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Post by Conway on Sept 14, 2011 14:20:52 GMT -5
He can only hope that with the lack of metal here, they'll at least have no issue putting the two of them in the same cell. That'll save them space or something, that's something prisons worry about right? He doesn't think Mac will do well on his own, He's had his powers to long to be stuck in a place that he can't use them. Jack on the other hand still remembers what it's like to live without them.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 14, 2011 14:41:47 GMT -5
As a detaining cell, it looks like they had to go with whatever they could find. The building they enter looks like a fallout shelter, brick on the outside and halfway underground. The inside looks smaller than it did from the outside and is sparsely furnished. A pair of low wooden bed frames with a limp, foam-filled mattress each takes up most of the space. A small, squat wooden table sits in the center of the cell, and in the corner is a low, deep, wide basin extending further into the ground. And that's it.
"When the higher-ups decide what to do with you, we'll be back for you," grunts the guard holding Mac as they're both led inside. He can feel the ropes being unwound from his wrists, but he's more focused on what's to be their living conditions for the next unknown period of time.
...Shit.
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Post by Conway on Sept 14, 2011 14:56:03 GMT -5
Well. It could be worse. At least their together, that's the most important thing. Jack rubs his wrists where the ropes left red indents and takes in the small room. "S'not to bad..." nah it really sucks.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 14, 2011 15:01:07 GMT -5
Once the guards are gone, the door shut tight behind them, Mac walks over to lean against a wall, slowly sinking down to the floor. "The hell it's not," he replies flatly, eyeing up the room with an ever-deepening frown. He can't feel a thing. Nothing in the room, nothing outside the room, nothing in the walls. Nothing.
"Thoughts?"
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Post by Conway on Sept 14, 2011 15:05:42 GMT -5
He follows Mac to the wall and sit's next to him. " What's to think about? We can't do shit as long as we're here."
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 14, 2011 15:08:44 GMT -5
They can plan, at least. "What if we're accepted?" he proposes.
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Post by Conway on Sept 14, 2011 15:15:00 GMT -5
He tips his head back against the wall. "If we're accepted then, I guess we can do what we want after that." It's good, maybe having something to think about will help his friend relax. " Do you want to be a hero?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 14, 2011 15:18:18 GMT -5
"No." The answer is just as quick as it was back in the hospital room. He tilts his head, to look sideways at Jack. "Do you?"
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