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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 20:32:37 GMT -5
"...I know." He'd had the same thought, but it clinches it to hear Jack say it out loud.
He runs his fingers through his hair, sighing in frustration. "Even if I could make more and they miraculously don't fall apart--" he adds the last a bit bitterly "--they'd be sure to confiscate them."
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 20:39:36 GMT -5
"mmh hmm, I didn't see anything on this paper about making more, but we'd probably get in trouble regardless." They were going to have to sign if they didn't want to lose their balls...
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 20:47:27 GMT -5
"This is bullshit," he grumbles, absently feeding the fingers of his other hand through the dyed waves of his hair. He knows that they'll have to sign, that they will sign. What pisses him off is that Joubert had known that, too. She's a businesswoman, just like he'd said.
Goddamnit.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 21:02:29 GMT -5
"Hey man, it's fine." He smiles a little, he's gotta cheer this bastard up again.
"It won't matter much in the end."
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 21:32:51 GMT -5
He gives Jack a bit of a funny look. Not that Mac doesn't appreciate the effort, but it feels kind of weird seeing him try to be the optimistic one.
Still, considering their eventual plans to be out of here as soon as possible, Jack does have a point.
"I guess not," he finally agrees, turning a small shrug into a turn towards his desk to dig out a pen that actually works.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 21:43:21 GMT -5
It feels weird being the optimistic one too. Jack follows after, more willing to wait his turn for Mac's pen then go digging for one in his things.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 21:52:20 GMT -5
It takes a couple minutes of scribbling and tossing dried-up pens over his shoulder--so much for that clean room--before he eventually finds one and scratches his name on the dotted line at the bottom of the new form. On his way back to the door, he tosses the pen to Jack; it's a cheap-ass plastic piece of shit, but it has enough metal parts that it gets to his partner no problem.
Once any hint of their powers being active is gone, he opens the door back up and hands over his paper to Massini. He even smiles a bit. It's not the principal's fault Agnes Joubert is a huge bitch, after all.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 22:07:29 GMT -5
Jack is behind him a second later, all but shoving the paper at Massini so he can get to retrieving the crates.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 22:18:10 GMT -5
"Ahh...thank you, boys," Massini says haltingly, watching the two of them struggle with the crates. "Here, let's take the cart in," he suggests.
"It's fine." Mac's unlatching one of the boxes, and he pauses for a moment to gaze at the glossy surface of the ball with great relief and great pride. They're heavy, but he doesn't mind carrying them in his hands, feeling their weight.
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Post by Conway on Sept 28, 2011 22:33:44 GMT -5
Jack grunts an agreement, hauling his out of their boxes and carrying them in one at a time to set on the floor near his bed.
He remembers to be nice on his trip out for the second.
"Thanks for bringing them." Surely Massini didn't have to do this personally did he?
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 28, 2011 22:49:29 GMT -5
"It's the least I could do." He folds the forms they'd signed in half, loosely, and tucks them in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "You boys are my students now, after all."
Something about the way he says that makes Mac look up from opening the final crate. "That's good of you, sir," he says, and finds he means it.
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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 0:19:06 GMT -5
He waits until they're back in the room and the door's closed, letting his sphere roll in the field between his hands. "Don't get attached."
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 0:21:34 GMT -5
Mac frowns slightly at his reflection in the surface of the ball in his hands. "I ain't," he claims, maybe a little more forcefully than the circumstances require. "Just appreciating someone showin' us respect for once, that's all."
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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 0:32:26 GMT -5
"Alright then." He sets the ball down and brushes the student guide aside to lay on his bed.
He reached a hand towards Mac's bed to tug out the box he'd shoved under there just a little bit ago, pulling the bits up pipe into the air the spin them slowly above himself.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 0:40:34 GMT -5
The feel of Jack's field, the weight of the ball in his hands, they're all too tempting, and this space too confining. "...Wanna go find that training field?" he asks. He's antsy. Too many rules, too many people telling him when to use his powers and when he can't. He just wants to feel what passes for freedom.
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