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Post by Conway on Sept 27, 2011 23:22:21 GMT -5
He chuckled and gave Mac a nudge with his elbow. " Depends on their power I think, hm?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 27, 2011 23:30:27 GMT -5
Mac's eyes grow a little wider, imagination running away with him. "...Holy shit, man, we could've hit the jackpot and we don't even know it yet."
Blue Rose is hot and all, but they can do way better than an under-aged ice queen, Mac thinks.
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Post by Conway on Sept 27, 2011 23:44:35 GMT -5
He snorts and pushes Mac's head roughly. "Don't get your hopes up yet, let's see what they look like first, hn?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 27, 2011 23:51:01 GMT -5
He laughs, ducking his head beneath the pressure of Jack's hand. "Yeah, yeah, of course!" But his optimism's back in full-force, smile never entirely fading.
"But we--"
He's cut off, suddenly, with a knock on their door. Eyes growing confused, he glances up at Jack.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 0:02:13 GMT -5
Jack shrugs and pushes himself off the bed. " I'll get it." He doesn't open it right away, standing close and raising his voice, he'll find out who it is first. "Yeah?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 6:12:24 GMT -5
"It's me," comes the semi-familiar voice of the principal.
Curious, Mac climbs to his feet and joins Jack by the door. "Shit," he hisses, pressing a hand to the smooth wood. "Dude's loaded." It's faint, as if it's being blocked by something heavy, but there's an unexpected amount of metal waiting for them behind that door.
"I'm sorry to bother you boys one last time, but there's been a delivery for you from the police department."
Mac straightens a little. What if it's...? "Open it, open it!" he hisses at Jack, motioning a little excitedly.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 18:12:32 GMT -5
Jack gives him a look...what is he so excited about? But he complies and opens the door, it shouldn't be dangerous here at least. "Sorry about that,sir. Little nervous." he explains as the door finally swings open for the principal.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 18:21:03 GMT -5
"Quite alright." Massini's standing there with a friendly smile, completely belying his gruff appearance for Agnes's cameras earlier. He's loosely gripping the handle of a hand cart, piled with four wooden crates about 10 inches cubed each.
Mac extends his field momentarily, letting it penetrate the wood to help him guess at the boxes' contents. Satisfied, he considers Massini briefly, carefully. "Seems like you've got us by the balls, sir," he comments, with a hint of a smile.
Massini looks surprised at first, then....chuckles a little, good-naturedly. "Yes, well. I'm afraid the Justice Bureau has placed a few conditions on our returning these to you..." His other hand produces another pair of identical contract-esque pages, which he offers to the boys.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 18:56:17 GMT -5
Eye's lit up when he realized what the boxes were, but his expressions shifted to long suffering disgust. The ball jokes are funny really, but he has to live with this shit...
His expression turns to real disgust as he snatches up one of the paper to read.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 19:10:10 GMT -5
The paper lists, in barely understandable legal jargon, a set of conditions which the boys must agree to before the balls can be returned to them: they must check the balls into Massini's office before leaving campus; the balls must not be taken to classes except during practical training sessions; the balls may not be used against neither other students nor faculty except when explicitly allowed during practical training classes or sessions. Additionally, the forms advise that any bodily harm or property damage resulting from the use of the balls will result in an inquiry by the Academy's judicial board and possibly the Justice Bureau and could result in a range of consequences, including expulsion or even arrest.
The list is short. Though Mac can understand their reasons for these rules, it all still seems a bit harsh. He reads the form over again, biting his lower lip as if that will help clear away any confusion from the legalese he's trying to decipher.
Briefly, he considers that it might just be easier to make two brand new sets without them knowing--and that's saying something.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 19:39:15 GMT -5
Brows crease closer together as he read the paper ad he looks from it to the boxes, then raises a brow at Mac.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 19:44:13 GMT -5
For the brief moment he matches Jack's gaze, he doesn't look happy.
"Sir, could you excuse us for a moment?" He tilts his head at the door and steps back into their room, shifting his weight restlessly from foot to foot.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 19:59:45 GMT -5
Jack steps back with him and lets the door swing shut. "So?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 20:02:40 GMT -5
Mac takes a deep breath, his gaze on Jack clearly annoyed. "That bitch is playing us, man," he's decided.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 20:18:46 GMT -5
" Sure fucking is, but what the hell can we do about it? It's get the balls back with rules or..no balls."
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