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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 13, 2007 1:48:00 GMT 1
Glancing at his watch, he turned over the page on the report that had been hastily compiled by his secretary a short while ago, reading through it some more. So far he was thoroughly enjoying the things he was seeing, taking particular amusement in a 'car chase' involving, of all things on this earth, golf carts...
'Either the peak of stupidity or genius, I'm somewhat curious as to which.'
The thought had long since been lingering in his mind from the afternoon past as he pushed the report away a moment, taking Miss Donahues file and surveying it further...An interesting case indeed, she was involved deeply with a large amount of Hircines extracurricular, putting forth a clear attempt to garner favour with universities at the end of the year...
That is, she would have garnered favour...Todays little stunt, needless to say, was something that questioned her mental stability greatly. Not least of all the fact that rumours she had taken one of the students 'hostage'. For someone who was clearly intent on doing something with her life, she had shot herself in the foot badly here. Of course, such things were merit to his decision at the end, and he had a few things in mind for the young lady.
"It's about time these Varronites started getting the idea of things...If I must make an example of a Hircine student to do so, so be it, but I'd wager the young lady will listen to what I have to say....", he muttered to himself as he read over the last few sections of the report, raising an eyebrow slowly at the note of her use of a makeshift flamethrower in the gymnasium.
'A risk-taker...This could be much more amusing than I thought.'
His attention was broken by the sound of knocking at his door, and folding the file closed he rested his palms atop it...
"Come in."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 13, 2007 4:29:15 GMT 1
“And that’s what happened.” [RUTH]: “DUDE!! WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THIS SOONER?!” [GLADYS]: “WHAT YOU DID WAS FRIKKIN’ AWESOME!! WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP BY OUR CLASSES SO THAT WE’D JOIN THE FUN!?” “I didn’t have the time and unfortunately, I had to make a few detours. But I will say so now that if you guys were around, I would’ve been able to make the fountain shower the place, create an explosion using stuff from the chemistry labs, and at least fifty other atrocities that we once wrote on a ‘Things We’ve Always Wanted to Do but are Not Yet Crazy Enough to Do So’ list during freshmen year.” [GLADYS]: “You still have that list?!” [RUTH]: “I know I still have mine~” “No… Most of them are just really easy to remember. Anyways, I must go now. I think they’ve finally came up with something to reprimand me with.” With that, Valencia’s two friends grinned slyly and nodded to her, giving her their support as they walked away to elsewhere, though Valencia perfectly where they were headed. After all, the three of them were wacky good friends who knew how to kid around most of the time without harming a soul… Save for those who crossed their paths the wrong way. But anyhow, it has been a while since the entire fiasco happened and Valencia was at the moment untied, yet under the watchful eye of a couple random faculty members. Until this day, they saw her as a good kid who wasn’t likely to start trouble. Mostly because they haven’t witnessed the incidences where she would get dragged into trouble when it found her. You know, whenever those 5-second-long hallway brawls happened, but those have been dying down lately. What they saw here and now was a young miss who truly demonstrated that “nothing is always as they seem”. The Vietnamese lady rose from her seat in the main office, figuring by gut that now would be the appropriate time to approach the principal, then walked up to the door and gave it a few firm knocks. Once Valencia heard the reply, she entered and as she closed the door behind her, nodded to Mr. MacMillan. |
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Post by king on Mar 13, 2007 22:46:53 GMT 1
~you have got to be shitting me....og all the skull-numbing, stupid things to do....~
Kurtz walked with a visible sense of purpose through the halls, his body language clearly showing he was heading somewhere and didn't want to be stopped. He had just heard through the rumor mill what Valencia has been up to. Kurtz was familiar with her in a professional sense, as he heard of her problems earlier. With the current events though, his liency on the matter could cause him trouble later on.
Of course if she asked, he was heading to the bosses office just out of concern. Most people didn't appreciate social plan of "cover my ass first". Still, if he managed to hurry his pace he may arrive at the MacMillan's before the conversation got to excited for him to controle and the wrong words were said.
He knew he was going to miss something though, as he wasn't going to arrive in the next few minutes without making a scene.
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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 14, 2007 2:34:04 GMT 1
"Take a seat."
Curt and simple, his eyes paying little heed to the young woman as she approached the chairs opposite his desk, he closed over the last piece of paper he had in front of him calmly before adjusting himself in his chair, sitting back a little and taking a moments look at the person opposite him.
This girl somehow went from being a model Hircinian with high prospects, not to mention no dirt on her that he could use, to the top of his shit list...However, after her little display earlier today, he had initially considered just tossing her to the proverbial wolves. Such a thing would be wasteful of her...Talent, it would seem was the best word to use right now. She would prove herself useful, and in return....
"Miss Donahue, I'm not one to chew my words, I'll get right to the point. Earlier today, your little incident brought you to my attention. Now, I've heard the remarks you made when questioned about your reasoning was that you were....stressed. Is that true?"
"I suppose it is..."
"You took a hostage, jumped out of a third story window, stole a golf cart and led a chase, if such a term can be used, with them, and culminated the entire debacle by manipulating a doctored blowtorch with aerosol and a lighter. That, Miss Donahue, is not the work of a 'stressed' girl."
As he reached over the table, he picked her file out and opened it to her extracurricular page, a long list of classes completed and currently in process, turning it around and setting it in front of her before linking his fingers together and leaning forward, resting his chin against the interlinked knuckles.
"You have high prospects of pursuing a higher education after Hircine, I would imagine...After all, with your grades along with an extracurricular list like this, you must be aiming rather high at that. I have a lot of respect for that, you see. It's refreshing that some of the kids in this school want to better themselves further in this day and age."
Smiling lightly, he leaned back in his chair again, raising one of his legs to cross it over his knee with a faint smirk.
"Tell me, Miss Donahue...Are you aware that what you did today not only counts as grounds for your GPA to be lowered, but as a number of felony charges? You see, miss, if this is added to your record it is going to be somewhat detrimental to your pursuit of a college education. At least, in any half-decent one...Now, I'm a reasonable man, I would very much like to see a young lady such as yourself move forward and better herself, but what to do about this record of yours?"
"Get to the point, sir..."
Chuckling quietly, he nodded and took the folder back from over the desk, folding it closed and taking a moment to ponder the situation. After all, he had expected Kurtz and the others to be here by now, discussing this with them present made things much simpler in the longer run.
"Not quite yet, Miss Donahue. You see, you aren't the only person who is meant to be here. Please, have a little patience and all will be explained to you. I'm sure I can stretch enough to offer you a drink whilst you wait, coffee perhaps?"
Behind the pleasant, charming attitude he presented, his demeanour only as deceptive as he chose, the cogs in his head continued to turn...
'By the end of this little meeting, Miss Donahue, you will be just another puppet....'
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 14, 2007 7:33:14 GMT 1
“Water, please… Just water.”
…Valencia said, voice still and secure. Her eyes were locked on folder and its contents while all her other nerves and senses were going haywire underneath her collected composure. The sound of the principal’s voice, the creaking of the chair as he leaned back, and every teeny, tiny thing in between, she heard and could’ve sworn that since she’s in a more alert state of mind… She could’ve sworn that she felt it too. A tiny, off-topic-sorta movie clip was playing in her head as her fingers lightly dug into the arms of the chair she was sitting in. That one scene where Harry, Ron, and Hermione are about to meet Fluffy or something and Hermione says something along the lines of “We could get killed! Or worse… Expelled.” and Ron replies “She NEEDS to get her priorities straight!” Now Valencia can relate to that Harry Potter scene. Responsibility, shame, and pain, she can take. The course of her future, on the other hand, was something else. As long as it was anywhere within her control, she was fine, proven by how willing she is to do virtually anything anyone says is “impossible”. Her academic future was something she was able to manage through hard work and more while everything far, far ahead was out of her reach.
Every situation has its solutions… Some are… Just the ones we don’t like, but have to put up with it. If I get expelled, Rosemary might be able to help me with the educational end… I mean, performers and actors who aren’t legal yet still go to school. Hmm… I’ll always be on the move, though, and she’ll probably make me stuntwoman full-time, that’s something I’ve figured… But… She has a family to take care of—Huh.
In spite of the contained nervousness, Valencia was still trying to think, even though it was like trying to think while deactivating a ticking bomb. Take in every little detail you can slap your awareness on and let the other two “I’s” do their thing if one fails. Intellect, Instinct, Impulse. Hmm. Dang. So if her permanent record is about to get torched, why isn’t Mr. MacMillan getting it over with? She’s not the only person he wants in this room, huh? Who can they be? She heard earlier while she was tied up that the School Captain, Darren Blayne, would have to meet the principal later, so that was a possibility. Valencia didn’t feel like filtering those thought patterns into the “Three I’s”, but one thing for sure… For a second, she couldn’t shake off the sinking feeling that something was afoot and she hated it. It was the inborn instinct of “fight or flight” acting up and she could do neither in this chamber. Valencia sighed quietly through her teeth and gulped even quieter. At this point, a Pillar or two ought to have made it in here.
((OOC: Aiya... Pardon me... I usually type up whatever's within Valencia's immediate consciousness, so my apologies for any mistaken rudeness...))
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 14, 2007 22:30:36 GMT 1
(OOC: Sorry, would of been here sooner if I knew of its existance beforehand. And short, not much input from me at the moment. ^^)
"Why am I here?"
Tiao Lei Shen half-asked, half-demanded as he walked through the door to the principal's office, closing it behind him. He had been in the middle of PE class before he was called down here, and that was by far Tiao's favorite class though he did get marked down for not passing the ball enough.
"Not to be rude or anything MacMilan, I was just not informed of the what or why, just the where and when."
Tiao looked back and forth to MacMillan and Kurtz, stopping his gaze on the girl before he shrugged and took a seat in a chair on the back wall, lifting his feet up on it as he waited an answer.
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Post by Darren Blayne on Mar 15, 2007 5:55:30 GMT 1
"Just stay calm, Tiao," Darren spoke suddenly, catching the closing door before it managed to completely shut, and making his own way inside. He nodded back to Kurtz, still catching up, acknowledging his presence, and holding the door for him as he slipped inside as well.
"Trust me," Darren said quietly, continuing his speech to his pillar and close friend, "If you even knew the details, you'd alread be taking swings. We just don't need that right now." Darren's dry humor bit through the still room, a slight, wry smirk crossing his face. Not wasting any time, he took a seat to the left of the principal's desk, where he could face both the girl and his superior easily. Lacing his fingers together and placing them on the desk, he eyed both of them in turn.
"If I know you like I think I do, Mr. MacMillan," Darren said plainly, as if simply just stating a fact, "you've just finished building up to a dramatic pause, and are now going to deliver the final verdict."
(Extremely short, but again, all I'm doing is walking in the door.)
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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 15, 2007 8:48:27 GMT 1
Smiling lightly, he pressed a small button on the phone, asking the secretary on the other end to bring a strong coffee and a pitcher of water...Only a minute or two passed before the two beverages were brought through, and as she set the cup down in front of him, he gave her a polite smile and waved her off. As she stepped out, he almost returned to speaking to the girl when the door, not quite closed, pushed fully open again as Kurtz stepped in.
"Thank you for joining us, Kurtz. Feel free to take a seat whilst we give the others a few moments to get here."
Raising the strong, bitter beverage to his lips, he took a slow sip, savouring the scent and exhaling slowly before setting the cup back down, glancing up as the last two arrived in somewhat quick succession of one another...
"Firstly, Tiao, the what and why were the reason for you coming here. Sit down and learn some manners, and yes Darren. I have been waiting. Whilst you will already have something of an idea of what I called you three here for, let me refresh things..."
Shifting in his seat, he leaned back and fished up the cup, taking a quick swig of the coffee before setting it down, continuing on in a steady, smooth tone...
"The young lady present is Miss Donahue. If you happen to have heard any rumours today regarding golf-cart rides across campus, a student jumping from a third story window and flamethrowers in the gym, they're all true. The CCTV in the school captured the largest majority of the events, and several eyewitnesses have given statements to the same effect. Consequently, as I'm sure you will understand, these are not just little things that can be dealt with by lowering grades. Some of these are felonies that would stand to paint an ugly picture of the young lady should she still wish to attend a good university."
Smirking calmly, he decided to finish what he had started saying beforehand, deciding that the girl had waited long enough...
"Of course, your felonies will only stand if I choose to press charges. I haven't been in contact with them yet...Your record can still be untainted for future decisions. You were as rigid as a stone when I mentioned your future prospects, young lady, so I can only assume I'm striking the nail on the head, aren't I? This is how I see things. I will drop all charges against you, ensure that the details of this are twisted to sit in comfortable favour for all involved, keep your record clean. I think that for someone as intent on bettering herself it's the fairest choice...."
Raising an eyebrow, he fished up her file and thumbed through it slowly, shaking his head with a light, almost deceptive grin on his lips, "In return for this, you will work with the pillars. Keep this school in some sort of order and use your...Interesting little tricks to the betterment of Hircine. As such, you will associate yourself with them within our grounds, lend assistance when they require it, regardless of the method."
With one soft, rumbling chuckle leaving his lips, he closed the file once more and set it down in front of him...."That, or not only will your permanent record be graced with every detail of todays escapades, but they will be....accented, to put it mildly. The felony charges will be made, you will not only have your educational record tarnished, but your criminal record will get off to a fine start. Putting it bluntly, Miss Donahue, it's in your best interest to accept the offer I'm making you."
Glancing around the room at the others, ensuring they were aware of the situation, he added, for their attention, one last remark. "I trust there is no dissent with my decision, gentlemen? And what say you, Miss?"
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Post by king on Mar 16, 2007 12:33:47 GMT 1
Kurtz took a seat as he was directed, holding back the "Hey Darren made a funny!" in the back of his throat, knowing his usual games had no place in this office. He knew that this place was probably the only place in the school he would likely ever get his ass kicked. He simply let the boss finish before starting up, not interupting for the same reasons as earlier
"So what Boss? Your going to make her a Pillar? I'll give her point for ingenuity, but I still think that's a bit premature."
Kurtz jokingly used his nickname of Boss for the principle, possibly the only form of respect he gae anyone in the school. The Boss had been the only person n school to ever beat Kurtz at his own game, even if all he did was make him switch sides to control him. It was humbling for him to say the least, but not enough for him to become a obedient soldier like the rest of them.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 17, 2007 0:20:14 GMT 1
Valencia’s brain hit a blue screen. Her eyes were more dead-looking than ever and if it weren’t for her nails still wrecking the arms of the chair she was sitting in, you’d probably think that she’s a wax figure. Heck, she’s even melting at some spots. But the cold sweat reminded her to hit the reset button and start over again. Wake up, this wasn’t the time to freeze. Mr. MacMillan decided to spare her because of one reason and one reason alone: She was useful. That was almost the same exact reason why her ex-boyfriend continued to date Valencia while he was hanging out with all those other dames: She was useful. As nice as it is to feel useful, Valencia would rather lend her assistance than be forced against her will to do something. Much like you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. However, the problem here was that the principal called in the Pillars and the School Captain because he wanted to give them this horse, Valencia. Valencia didn’t like being a horse, much less treated like a tool or a piece of property. Ever.
So… This is the so-called conspiracy do-hickey that’s shrouded behind the curtain of the System. To think, I wanted my answers for a while… And now, I believe I’m in the belly of the beast. But I wanted to CUT IT OPEN, NOT BE CONSUMED BY IT!!
Oh yeah, Valencia was now thoroughly assured that the peace she had weird feelings about was weird alright. She just didn’t think that it’d be this weird. Her pupils flicked to an air vent in the corner of the room and somehow felt relieved at least by a couple degrees. There was still hope.
Can I still find a way to get out of this… I can do anything once I put my mind to it, let’s just think a little more… A future is a future. It depends on what I make of it, so if I get bad grades and I can’t go to a university of my choice, I can least retain the knowledge I’ve gained and work myself up from the very bottom. I’ve done it before, so I can do it again. Yeah… Community colleges are good for their transfer programs… The big thing is the criminal record. Think. If they jail me, hopefully I can get bailed out and make sure that I don’t make any other strikes, at least whatever strikes they can nail me with. That will set me back several grand, but I can always do a hundred more things to get it back… Money may be useful for a hundred things, but it’s still material… And then… If I get kicked out of this school… That means… They couldn’t handle me.
That’s a refreshing start. See? You can even see some of the color returning to Valencia’s complexion and the spark in the dark of her eyes. Improvise, improvise… And adapt to the present. She was thinking too far ahead and that’s when she crashed. Kurtz managed to get in a say and deep down, the words he said just strengthened her resolve. In a weird way. Nonetheless, whatever hope she can find, she’s gonna snatch it right up then and there. I mean, who wouldn’t when faced with a principal who can give ya the heebie-jeebies with every move he makes?! Valencia poured herself some water and some into the palm of her hand before wiping it upon her face.
“I… I must say, the odds really, REALLY are against me on this one, sir.”
I’m still alive because I’m useful. I wonder what’ll happen to me if all the Pillars don’t agree with the principal’s opinions? Will I be discarded without a second thought because I have no use? If so, I wonder what can I do from there… One thing for sure, I just learned some freaky weird stuff. Like… Our principal is tr00 3v!l i|\|(aRn4tE. And he scares the crud outta me. Not like I’d admit that, though.
“I truly can’t see myself as a Pillar, so I agree with Kurtz on what he said, but you probably meant that I have to do whatever they say, huh? Meaning I’m more of a… ‘Helper’?”
Or “slave”…Unfortunately. His words didn’t have enough ambiguity for me to twist things around. But I’ll think of something… Just watch me, you can’t keep me tied up for too long…
“I must apologize for asking, but… What will happen to the other two? Sure, I was the one who dragged them all over the place, but if things ‘don’t get messy’, what will happen the second I walk out of this room?”
AKA hellhole. And hopefully not in a bodybag.
“It’s the fishy-factor that’s bugging me.”
…And everything in between, inside out, over and under. Is there a bright side to this at all? Obviously, I see very few… Will people finally leave me the heck alone and stop attacking me and my friends? Maybe, but not likely… I hate this… This bad aura. Make me want to hate this System as much as I hate communism.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 19, 2007 21:48:00 GMT 1
Tiao threw his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, lacing his fingers behind his head as he leaned back against the wall. Darren came through the door and Tiao's eyes shifted towards him as he spoke, MacMillan cutting in not a moment later.
"Hn."
Tiao grunted in reply to both his superiors, giving a lazy smirk to Darren before his eyes drifted back to the Principal, becomming much more dull as his boredom sunk back in. As MacMillan explained everything, Tiao raised his eyebrows as he scanned the woman in sitting in front of him. She seemed normal, but apparently she was a terrorist. Funny.
"You're a crazy bitch." Tiao stated to Valencia as he tried to hold back his laugh, letting a small chuckle out in the process.
"I'm all for having underlings, but I'm in agreement with someone as unstable as her being a Pillar being premature. Hell, you already have me and thats unstable enough for all of us." Tiao grinned, knowing full well how his temper was viewed by the others around him. "But it'll have to be a tight leash. She did some crazy things, things that sound punishable, and a loose cannon like that can cause problems."
Tiao spoke more to Darren than he did to MacMillan, not caring that he showed more respect to his peer than he did his adminstrator, or the fact he spoke about Valencia as if she wasn't here.
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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 20, 2007 23:26:55 GMT 1
ooc: I think apologies are needed for my delay. Sorry!
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"You misinterpret what I said, Kurtz...At no point did I say Miss Donahue would become one of this schools pillars. Right now there would be no reasonable benefit to doing such things. After all, she could simply turn around and try to stick the knife into any one of your backs, including my own...Instead, to make it clearer for you three, let me explain-"
Before he could continue, the girl had spoken up, a few drops of water still gleaming on her face from whatever method she had attempted to utilise to calm herself...Her agitation had been stark and clear when he had made his point clear, and he had been waiting for her to remark on it as opposed to any of the three already working under him. A slightly calming smirk emerging on his face, shrouding the bare facts in a sugar-coated manner, he elaborated on her response...
"As I was saying...Helper is one way you might consider it, I suppose. However, as I did say, it's in your best interests to comply with me here. I'm a reasonable person for whatever some might think, if I say your file will stay out of sight, it will. That much you can be assured of, as such I think you could best consider this...Volunteer work for the school. We might even be able to note it down as another of your 'extracurriculars', Valencia..."
'In other words, you would be wise to just accept your cornered status and go with the flow of things here...I would rather not have to utilise other methods of attaining your coercion....'
He allowed a moment to pass for his words to settle in to her head before even considering answering Tiao, who in typical fashion spoke brashly and with contempt for his position...His head craning just enough to look directly over at him without moving noticably.
"Watch your tongue, Tiao. 'Crazy' is a term not lightly thrown around, especially by someone with your record...I think my point has been made acceptably to you three for now, the question remains of course whether Miss Donahue wishes to...Consider the options present to her...", glancing back over at her, he gave that familiar, knowing grin before continuing..."Your choices are as such, then...You either face the felony charges present, not to mention the punishment the school will impose upon you, or you comply with the offer I have given you. Do you have anything you wish to add?"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 21, 2007 1:40:22 GMT 1
“Hmph…”
…Valencia quietly scoffed. She drunk a few gulps of water, not really affected by Tiao ignoring her. She was used to it and took no offense whenever someone paid little notice to her presence. That’s how the world spun. Summing things up, everyone here obviously knew that Valencia could raise hell a couple times over and having her join their “ranks” was a bad decision if they didn’t have some sort of bridle on her. To think, all this began because she was bored or “stressed out”. And she was ready for the consequences too, don’t forget that! Now it’s going to end up with this miss becoming a passive-aggressive rebel of the System because of... Oh I don’t know, blackmail? What else is new. Alrighty, fine. They got themselves a horse. It’s all a matter of breaking her, right? Ehh… Well…
It’s not like they’re going to call on me for every single one of their whims, hmm? I doubt so… As is, they already seem to be going along fine without my help and I don’t think their demands are going to be too trying… They don’t know my capabilities…
What else could she do? The cards were drawn and she knew that her hand was dead against the principal’s malicious cunning. Valencia sighed, figuring that for now, all the choices were exhausted and the doors of opportunity were closed for the time being. She just wanted to get out of this room away from that darkly-aura’d Mr. MacMillan… Before he noticed that she messed up the chair she was sitting in big time.
“…Very well then… No further questions, I’ll just leave everything to you…”
This round, you win. But just you watch… I’m not done yet.
((OOC: Aiya... School...))
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Post by Darren Blayne on Mar 25, 2007 9:50:37 GMT 1
(OOC: Oh. Uh, hi.)
Darren took his seat as requested, and listened quietly to the charges being brought against Valencia. He had little to say, little to comment. Unlike the other pillars, Darren had seen it personally. He had been the one to put down the other two involved in the fiasco, and had been the one who spoke to the Principal about disciplining the one before them all now.
What Principal MacMillan had decided as a punishment neither surprised nor affronted Darren in the slightest.
It was obvious the girl could be an asset to the Pillars and their collective goals. She could think on her feet, she was athletic and clever enough to boot. The only problems Darren found with the entire situation was that it relied much too heavily on fear and blackmail than he would have preferred. It was hard to have loyal followers simply because you were holding something over their heads, but Darren, as usual, trusted in the council of the Principal.
Kurtz and Tiao had their words, and were quickly silenced by the one in charge. Darren had little to say in anyone's defense, he simply watched the scene unfold with an almost disinterested look in his eyes. Finally, as Valencia relented, leaving it in the hands of MacMillan, Darren looked over at her, and spoke to her again for the first time since he found her rather inexpertly tied up in the gymnasium lobby.
"Your talents shall likely prove invaluable to us, Valencia. Do not, by any circumstances, let us down."
With that rather cold, blunt statement, Darren rose to his feet. It would seem that the meeting was soon to be adjourned, and the Captain had places he'd like to be. Once MacMillan allowed them leave, if he did, Darren would walk out, letting the words he told the girl sink in. While they would appear on the surface to be a cold reminder of her place, they were Darren's best attempt at letting her just how dire consequences would be.
In truth, if only for the slightest of amounts, Darren felt sorry for the girl before him.
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Post by king on Mar 25, 2007 13:50:21 GMT 1
Kurtz rose from his seat and stretched, making an obvious show of it. He was glad his worries were unfounded in the meeting, but knew he had something else to think about. You could only work so long in the current administration before you got your hands dirty, so if you got blackmailed in you were stuck.
However, the longer you stayed, the longer you had time to get dirt on everyone else. People always knew Kurtz's dirt, but he kept those who would act on it on the pay roll. It was Kurtz's trump guard for being a Pillar....he was the least touchable student in school, and they could not easily damn him for life. He knew the dirt too, so he could use it if betrayed.
This girl was in a desperate situation, which often caused a loss to self-preservation...that could cause trouble. Best to stay on her good side.
"We'll be watching, so try to maintain some composure....and remember that little problems of your own can be solved by us as well."
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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 28, 2007 6:00:20 GMT 1
Giving a faintest of nods as he reached down to the side of his desk, he pulled up the small metal trashcan and set it in front of him with a dull, hollow clatter as he stood himself, picking up the folder in front of him and taking pages out of it, crumpling them up and dropping them into the recepticle before ripping the cardboard holder all the paper had sat in and flicking it in with a smirk to the four students opposite him at the desk...
"Then, it would seem, we have a decent agreement...."
Lighting a match as he dropped it into the can, the paper soon caught light and began to burn as he reached behind him, pushing open one of his windows despite the fact that the few sheets would produce only the smallest amount of smoke. Of course, the smoke alarms would not have discriminated between such things, another valid reason he ensured that his office was disconnected from both them and the sprinkler system.
"Whilst you might dislike my methods, Valencia, I assure you that I'm a man of my word. Your file will remain unseen, and in due time the necessary edits will be made so your little escapades earlier go unknown by anyone else. All I ask, in return, is your cooperation with the pillars where you might find yourself required..."
As the small fire soon dissipated, the last embers of burnt paper charring at the bottom of the can, Liam calmly plucked it from the desk and set it back down on the floor, nodding with a short, curt gesture...
"That will be all for today, you three. Miss Donahue, I look forward to hearing of your involvement in the schools matters..."
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