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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 19:59:54 GMT
That's hardly the answer I was looking for, buddy. I pick up my bag, figuring there'll be little talking going on if our dear Bastian here is headed of for detention then. What I was preying for was finding out who the real troubleshooters are. But I guess I'll have to find out another way.
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 20:02:27 GMT
He walks over to the teatcher, his bag over his shoulder, but instead of walking into the classroom, he makes a run for it and he runs past the teatcher and through the corridor towards the door.
"BASTIAN! You're just getting into more trouble!"
but he's already out of the school and is heading to his car again.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 20:04:32 GMT
I smirk and give the teacher a indifferent shrug when he looks over to me, before I follow Bastian out of the schoolbuilding. "Hey!" I call over to him, before he can get into his car. I walk over.
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 20:06:03 GMT
he looks up when he hear his voice
"What?!"
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 20:09:22 GMT
I give him a smirk, and offer my hand for a shake. "Tom Reagan." I introduce myself. "I just transfered from West Madison High."
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 20:11:31 GMT
He looks at his hand for awhile, but doesn't shake it, then looks back at him and says with a calmer voice;
"Bastian Johnsson...look, I'm in a bit of a hurry alright?"
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 20:18:07 GMT
I shrug and take back my hand again, putting it into the pocket of my coat. "Listen, I won't take very long." I promise. "Down in West Madison doing business was pretty darn easy but if you all are this thickheaded here.." I whistle between my teeth. "It's a shame."
I glance aside. Time to set a reputation as the Juvenile D. if I wanna get closer to the ones who'd actually pull a trigger. As I look back to Bastian I shrug my shoulders, "I've got 5 cd-players I needa get rid of. Fifty bucks each. What dya say? Know anyone who'd take them off my hands, huh?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 20:22:50 GMT
he stops with getting into his car and he looks back at him then looks around and then back at him when no one else is at the parkinglot with them.
"fifty bucks?"
he shrugs.
"might know of some.."
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2006 20:26:56 GMT
"Well that's just swell, buddy. Are you gonna work with me here or should I just find someone else to help me out ?" I put some pressure on him. I put a hand on the roof of his car as I glance at him through the open window. "What dya say? One fifty, I'll pass them on to you, you can sell them for whatever you want. This is quality stuff. You can make a 100 each if you play it smart." I state. Tom Hanson, born to smoothtalk.
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 4, 2006 20:29:42 GMT
he smirks.
"Hold on...what's the stuff we're talking about here? I'm not taking anything off your hands without seeing what it is. Where do you keep them?"
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