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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 24, 2015 22:53:16 GMT
"Okay. Yes. You're right. You're right, and I'm venting. Incidentally, she is my enemy, no cutsey portmanteau prefix required, but I'm willing to admit that terminology is of secondary significance here."
Mia begins to pace.
"Plan of attack. Former glory. On both these things, we can deliver." She stops. Taps her foot. "We need to find and interrogate one of these so-called Cabal members. Learn a little more about what we're dealing with. Any ideas as to whom?"
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Post by infiniteexponent on Jun 27, 2015 1:56:05 GMT
"Here's my suggestion: This has Young Enterprise all over it, so we need a look at them too. But first, we need to make these people crawl out of the woodwork, and I know precisely how; we need to be recruited. One of us, and I suspect it will be me since I'm well-known for being the dodgiest fucker in the school, must espouse publicly the views of this Cabal until we are approached for membership. In short, we need to do some really awesome cheating until they poke us. Which in all honesty I was happy to do anyway. Right - time we got off this rooftop, I reckon. I've got to find my sis before she gets into trouble and somebody ends up noseless. Again."
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 27, 2015 2:15:48 GMT
Mia blinks, taken aback. "The Student Council has been know to conduct stealth missions on occasion," she muses. "But generally, only with staff authorisation - and, perhaps more importantly, permission from the Student President. Clearly that's not applicable here, but I'm... apprehensive about going out on a limb. I honestly don't know what to think. We'd be making a mockery of school policy and Council protocol alike - and, appearances aside, I know your oft-cited dodginess runs skin-deep, if that."
She paces a little more. "Still. None of this will matter if the Cabal get their way. Desperate times. Etcetera. I'm willing to consider it - just give me a bit of time to do some fine-tuning, scheme-wise."
Then, before she has time to stop herself: "Meet me up here later, would you? There's something else I want to talk about. Ideally, once you've discouraged Cassie from committing GBH. Er. Again."
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Post by teampad4eva on Jun 30, 2015 19:02:49 GMT
The high hot summer sky is slowly filling with clouds, dark and stormy, rolling in from above the City.
It's hard to say whether a super is responsible by the time the thunder head reaches as far as the school. As it arrives over head lightning crackles in the hot sky and the clouds begin to shed their hot, heavy drops over the entirety of the school yard.
The rain is soon spent, a shower long enough to refresh the ground, leave puddles on the rooftop, and adequately SOAK any students caught outside.
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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 30, 2015 19:19:47 GMT
Fortunately for both Daniel and his favourite shirt, he opens the door out onto the rooftop almost exactly as the rain stops. Go figure.
He stares sullenly at an extremely empty roof. Then, after a moment's thought, he goes to stand by the most pulverised area of the balcony. Clearly this is Mia's habitual secret meeting place. The puddles, he delicately skirts.
Laurie follows. He purposefully doesn't look at her. Time to enact one of his favourite gambits - just as soon as one of Mia's lackeys (or, perish the thought, the girl herself) shows up.
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 30, 2015 19:45:07 GMT
[continued from here] Naturally, Mia manages to emerge onto the balcony from the opposite doorway the very instant what appears to be an inexplicable flash-flood occurs. And promptly ceases occurring. After all of about sixty seconds. If that's not an apt summation of her day thus far in convenient, tangible format, she's not sure what it is. Brushing chunks of sodden hair away from her forehead, she reflects that her detention slip - clutched tightly in one fist - appears, at least, to have survived unscathed. First bit of luck she's had all day. Of a sort. "Max?" she calls out, dubiously. "Don't tell me you're planning on adding 'tardiness' to your ever-expanding list of irritating personal attributes."
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Post by enviro1st on Jun 30, 2015 19:49:49 GMT
Laurie catches sight of Mia, looking less than her normal perfect self and cannot help but bark out a laugh, swiftly cut off.
She waits beside Daniel, watching for the glint of amusement as he spots his sister.
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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 30, 2015 19:50:25 GMT
He hears Mia call out for Max. So she's already here. He's almost thrown - but she probably can't see them yet. Hrm. Can use that.
"Keep it down," he hisses, loudly, at Laurie. "That's her. Knew we should have gone somewhere else to talk."
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 30, 2015 19:57:04 GMT
Mia jumps at the sound.
That's... probably not Max.
She's half a second away from calling 'Daniel?', before she stops. Reconsiders.
She'll just - listen a second.
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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 30, 2015 20:03:15 GMT
"Look," he says, in a dangerous 'undertone', "I know what Moon wants." Enigmatic pause. "And I know why." With newfound moral resolve, turning to glare into Laurie's eyes: "But I refuse to help her in this. Amelia's my sister."
On that last sentence, his voice wavers a little. Perfect.
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Post by enviro1st on Jun 30, 2015 20:06:19 GMT
"Seriously?" Laurie's voice is tinged with diassapointment. "This is where you draw the line?"
She snorts derisively. "If you really understood what Moon was trying to do, what she was working towards, you wouldn't stand in her way, sister or no sister."
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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 30, 2015 20:14:13 GMT
Never has Daniel Mulholland looked so utterly furious.
"Leave. Now."
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 30, 2015 20:14:55 GMT
... Well then.
Mia presses closer to the wall, hoping to evade Daniel's line of sight. Wherever he is. In any case, he doesn't seem to have spotted her - and at this point, she's disinclined to advertise her presence.
If Max shows up now, and ruins everything...
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Post by enviro1st on Jun 30, 2015 20:19:29 GMT
"Don't get pissy with me, Danny Boy." Laurie turns on her heel and steps towards the doors. "Dr Moon will hear about this little act of rebellion." And she's gone, the door's strained hinges preventing an adequately dramatic slam behind her. [Exits downstairs] |
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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 30, 2015 20:24:22 GMT
Shame about the lack of a dramatic door slam. Ah, well. Some things are just a little too perfect to hope for.
He perches on the much-abused balcony, hands gripping at the stone a little too tightly, and stares dejectedly at his feet. His face is a perfectly calculated tableau: two parts frustration, one part sadness, and angsty enough to give Zarovich a run for his money. Heh.
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