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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 19:19:01 GMT
Alright. Starting at position zero. If Doug and Harry help out we can have the student files all run through by the end of the day, that way Jude and I have a clue 'bout who's being a trouble case 'round here. Tomorrow we'll find out 'bout them and we'll see where that'll get us. If it really was a pupil it should at least give us a hint. After an unproductive day like today it's pretty good to straighten things out in your mind. I toss the candywrapping into the trashcan and avoid walking into someone as I make my way out of the exit.
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 19:25:39 GMT
"Hey by the way...didn't you get detention today?"
He picks up his car-keys.
"So sue me" he smirks and unlocks his car.
"Whatever, catch you tomorrow!" he walks back straight towards Thom, then smirks and turns around shouting back to Bastian:
"You know, what Ms Jackson would've said!" he smirks
He gives him the finger and smirks before he gets into his car, but before he starts it, he realizes he forgot his bag and he curses and steps out of the car again.
"Hey, John! Go get my bag!"
"Never in a million years, dude! Get your own damn bag, I've got a date with Sandy!"
He let out a frustraded sigh and locks his car again and walks back towards the building.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 19:32:55 GMT
My gaze darts from the one guy to the other. Seems like I just ran into a bunch of troublemakers. It's not hard to tell, really. In each school it's the same. Some guys thinking they're the tough ones around there, and who sure want to act like it. And what I've learned from earlier cases is that you best set your reputation right away if you wanna mingle with fellows like that. So unnoticedly I go back inside before that other guy can, and I walk down the hall to where the lockers are. One bag sits lonely against a closed locker. Bingo. Time to put up a show.
I pick the bag up and throw it on top of the lockers where you can't exactly reach it unless your 2.25 m tall or something. And I lean against the locker daringly, putting my foot against it and looking at the students passing by indifferently as if I'm not at all paying attention to the door.
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 19:35:50 GMT
He hurries into the school again and walks straight to his locker, he slows down though when he can't see his bag, but his gaze stops at Thom who's leaning against his locker.
Did I leave it in the locker?
he walks up to him.
"Move"
he takes out his keys to open the locker
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 19:38:15 GMT
I look at the guy for a full three seconds before I shrug and turn aside, letting him draw his own conclusions when he won't be able to find his bag. I lean against the neighbour locker though, obviously not going anywhere.
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 19:42:12 GMT
He doesn't pay much more attention to him, opens his locker but mumbles a curse when the bag isn't in there. He locks the locker again and he looks around the lockers...and he spots his bag ontop of them.
"damn it.."
he stands on his toes, leaning against the locker and tries to reach the bag with his hand.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 19:45:10 GMT
"That won't do ya no good, yknow." I inform him superfluously. I'm sure he's a bright guy who got that figured by now. I lean my shoulder against the locker next to his and c.ock my head to the side a little. Looking at the guy I bring an expression of amusement on my features. "Yknow, you shouldn't let your purse lie around like that. I've hear-say there are some shady characters around here."
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 19:48:10 GMT
He stops trying to reach his bag and he looks at Thom.
"Oh, yeah? Like who? Yourself? What's your problem?"
he walks over to a bench that is in the corridor and he drags it over to his locker, stands up on it and easily grabs his bag and jumps down from the bench
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 19:51:44 GMT
I take a step back as he's preforming that task, letting him get his bag back. "I'm looking for someone who can tell me a li'll more than any of these whimps can." I nod my head towards a bunch of boys walking past who pretty much suit the stereotype of the avarage bandgeek. "Who runs things around here?" I ask.
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 19:56:38 GMT
He frowns
"Runs things?" he shrugs
"the principal pretty much has this school in an irongrip...but doesn't that goes for all schools"
"Mr. Bastian Johnson!" a harsh voice is heard behind him.
he let out a sigh and roll his eyes.
"Shit.."
he turns around and looks at a teatcher.
"I believe you're having detention.." he looks strict at him
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