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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 22, 2015 22:48:33 GMT
Mia thinks for a moment. "Actually, I reckon you just missed your chance. If Rover can survive petri dishes from the science department, then cheap printed paper ought to be practically gourmet." She shrugs. "Of course, if you want them actually read... manual labour's probably the way to go." She sighs. "Can't help you directly with that, I'm afraid. Ever since mine and Siren's, er, hallway altercation last term, I've been a little... at odds... with the anti-bullying squad."
Which is putting it mildly.
Automatically, she elbows Max out of the way. "As for Mister I - let him stalk us, if he must. Alarming as that sounds in relation to a teaching professional. In any case, we're doing nothing wrong. Even he has to realise there's something bizarre and unsettling going on with Young Enterprise."
During the process of this conversation, she has been darting irritable glances at the fedora.
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Post by teampad4eva on Jun 23, 2015 10:49:17 GMT
The door leading into the corridor has shut firmly behind Mr. I and yet Max keeps flicking glances at it as if listening to something the others cannot hear.
He re-adjusts the fedora, steps back, and tires to encourage Mia to do the same before the doors burst back open.
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Post by hotmess on Jun 23, 2015 11:12:30 GMT
{Span off of this post}Eva stormed past Max with hardly a glance in his direction - let alone the solum nod they always shared. In fact she hardly lingered in the Lunch Room at all, seeming to head straight through on a corse for the Music room. She seemed to be muttering something about clingy and nail art as she went. {Carried on in this post}
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Post by heartmaiden on Jun 23, 2015 11:15:14 GMT
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 23, 2015 14:28:33 GMT
Mia, as is her custom, entirely fails to heed Max's warning - but luckily, reflexes finely honed by years of perilous corridor patrols (let her fellow Student Council members scoff; the hallway monitors perform a vital - though thankless - task) save her from being battered by the doors nonetheless.
She narrows her eyes at Max. "What precisely has that harpy been telling my idiot brother?"
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Post by teampad4eva on Jun 23, 2015 16:19:26 GMT
"And why" Max fails to maintain a straight face "would you assume I know that?"
He grins down at her, then hefts his gym bag over his shoulder, perfectly aware of how this changed the play of muscles in his biceps.
"Admit it Mia, you just want to know so I'll stay here talking to you, you don't actually care."
He steps towards the doorway then looks back.
"I'm going to get back to track training, if you want to watch. If not I'll see you in ... a few hours, on the roof"
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 23, 2015 22:27:13 GMT
"Oh, for god's sake, spare me the inane advances. You," shoots back Mia, "are forgetting just who fake-broke-up with whom -!"
- Too late. Max Byrd is long gone. Is there no-one in her life who will not claim her right to have the last word?
"All right," she says, staring haplessly at the (perfectly white) ceiling. "The roof, then. For some reason."
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Post by canyoudigit on Jun 24, 2015 14:36:02 GMT
"I see I'm not the only one with a fascination for the ceiling," drawled Mister I, who had silently appeared behind Mia, the smell of cigarette smoke strong on his suit.
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 24, 2015 17:35:42 GMT
"Oh my god, where did you even -" Mia cuts herself off. "No. You know what? Not asking. Don't care. Shadow my every move, if you must." She throws up her hands. "I'm done with this increasingly ludicrous conversation. Either issue me the undeserved detention you are so very obviously dying to contrive, or leave me be, would you, sir?"
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Post by canyoudigit on Jun 24, 2015 17:42:21 GMT
"Detention? No, I don't intend to give you a detention. What I want is... information. Clearly there are some... problems... in the student body, and as a representative of said students, I imagine that you have a good idea of what's... going on. I don't expect you to just give me a full report on the inner social workings of the students, and I don't want that sort of a report, but what I would like to know is whether or not you... students... have this under control?" Mister I spoke, walking slowly back and forth, maintaining eye-shades contact with Mia as he did.
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 24, 2015 18:00:37 GMT
Mia's eyes widen during this mini-monologue. Then narrow.
"I - ah. Hmm. Yes. Well. I can't say this was entirely unexpected. You're not precisely - wrong - to be querying the current state of affairs, as they stand. Teeter. Something of the sort. Nonetheless. Rest assured that this particular student is doing all she can to keep the situation - controlled."
Which is essentially the truth. Pared down to the bare platitudinous minimum.
She really needs to discuss this with Arkady.
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Post by canyoudigit on Jun 24, 2015 18:04:32 GMT
"I'm sure you are..." he said, and then turned to leave, looking over his shoulder briefly, "I'll be keeping an... eye... on things."
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 24, 2015 18:13:44 GMT
Mia bundles up her schoolbag and sighs. So much for the last word. Why does everyone delight in beating her to the conversational punch? ... Might as well go see what particular brand of havoc Siren is wreaking in the music room. Continued in music room thread |
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Post by heartmaiden on Jun 30, 2015 15:49:03 GMT
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