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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 0:48:09 GMT -5
Jack keeps the pipes moving but his eyes sift to Mac. He had planned on a good half hour if this staring at the ceiling thing but outside works too. Maybe they'll get to scope out some girls. "Yeah, sure man." He let the pipes pile near his pillow and rolled himself off the bed to stand.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 13:29:27 GMT -5
After brief experimentation, Mac's determined he's not going to carry both of these balls outside at once. Not that he can't, it's just that they're heavy enough and awkward enough that he'd rather not. So they float, like large obedient rocks, just above his outstretched palm, spinning lazily in a small circle. They aren't on the practice field yet, but the school can get the fuck over it.
"Held up to running into Tiger's armor pretty well," he comments, eyeing them as he waits for Jack. "No dents." He sounds satisfied, as though that had been some final test of their strength. Like it or not, he could probably never make balls this sturdy again.
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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 14:51:07 GMT -5
Jack follows his lead, hovering balls spinning slow over his hands. "Yeah, he watches the balls as they spin to be sure his set hasn't taken damage either. Glad we got em back."
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 20:20:32 GMT -5
"Did you get Junior with em?" he asks with great interest, as he glances around their doorframe to see if anyone's around. No one. He steps out and finds himself fumbling for keys that aren't there anymore.
...Huh.
"Did you see keys in there?" Maybe he overlooked them.
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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 20:43:07 GMT -5
He frowned. "No, he ditched his armor and I couldn't see him." Huh? keys? He didn't remember seeing them. "Did you leave them on the desk or something?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 20:49:48 GMT -5
"Shame." Mac peers back into the room and spots their keys where they'd apparently been left on Jack's bureau. His field pulls them into his hand, eager to get outside.
"We owe him a lot. We'll have to be sure to repay him," he smirks. It's clear from his voice his words have nothing to do with gratitude.
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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 21:42:22 GMT -5
" We'll have our chance, I'm sure, and I suppose after stayin here we'll do a better job of it next time." He looks ahead into the hall. "So..which way is out again?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 22:46:40 GMT -5
"Seems like a fair assumption," Mac grins, locking the door behind them and tossing Jack one of the keys.
He raises a finger, as if testing the wind direction. "....That way's north--" he points back at their door "--so....I think...." He turns right, hesitantly. "This way?" He's still getting his bearings, and they hadn't explored the whole building yet, to boot.
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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 22:54:16 GMT -5
He catches the key in his field and transfers both balls to one hand so he can pocket it. He would make fun of Mac's navigating skills but...right now he doesn't have a clue so he'll just follow.
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 23:10:35 GMT -5
Fuck that, at least he's smart enough to figure out which direction they're walking in! And! There's an exit sign over that door!
"Awyeah," he says triumphantly, pushing on the bar on the door to open it with his shoulder. The balls float with him as he heads outside. There are pathways leading from this building as well as several others towards a central grassy field ahead of them, the same one that can be seen out their window. There's a sign on this path indicating that it is indeed the practice field, and a notice beneath it reminding students about the cameras and that whole pesky property damage issue thing.
Mac only glances at it briefly as they head out.
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Post by Conway on Sept 29, 2011 23:16:27 GMT -5
Jack barely even notices the sign, he's to busy hoping to notice other students, female students. "You have a particular practice in mind?" A thought strikes him and the next question actually has some interest behind it. "Do you think they'll let us set up a net?"
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 29, 2011 23:26:34 GMT -5
Mac's grin might be described as something on the order of sheepish. "I was thinking that myself. Maybe after we've found some suckers, huh?" Sheepish doesn't stand up long as sly takes its place in his expression.
"Catch, for now?" This particular practice has changed a great deal since they'd first started it with the pipe pieces, when Jack was first learning to control his field. They use the balls now, sometimes three or four of them at once, and it's faster--very fast--thanks to improved control, strength, and reaction time on both their parts.
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Post by Conway on Sept 30, 2011 13:45:29 GMT -5
His smile mimics Mac's " Yeah, I don't think we'll have a problem with that, here." Hopefully nothing will go wrong with catch and have them on a damage report on the first day... "Yeah sure, catch works."
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Post by thecurtain on Sept 30, 2011 14:02:23 GMT -5
He can hardly wait. It's been a long time since he's had an audience to dupe with that trick.
"Aright." It won't be quite as fun with no iron grates or steel paneling to cling to, but nevertheless he's still grinning and his skin's crawling pleasantly with anticipation as he jogs further out down the stretch of grass to increase the distance between them. He's been dying to just let his field go ever since...well, since the hospital, probably, but the metal-muffling cell and his pleasant ride with Barnaby had just made that urge unbearable. Now they have a whole huge field to play on, and that in addition to the potential to show off if anyone shows up from the surrounding buildings has him nearly shivering.
"Ready whenever you are!" he shouts from maybe halfway down the field, letting one of his balls settle in the grass by his feet.
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Post by Conway on Sept 30, 2011 19:09:53 GMT -5
He lets his balls drop to the grass and waves his readiness. "Start it slow!?" As fun as showing off is,it might be wise not to show their full potential right off the bat here.
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