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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:52 pm
"Me? Nah, I threw it into someone else's laundry and snatched another pair of pants from the laundry that were my size. They're comfier too! You wouldn't believe how easy it is to trade pieces of clothing! Last I heard, everything in that guy's load of laundry darkened a bit and had to go serve some detention or something because his shirt wasn't white anymore -- it was a lovely shade of gray!" Alex said gleefully, then took the opportunity to pop out the guitar hero CD from Demy's PS2 in order to swap it with the so-called "helpful" math CD-rom. He was here already, so why not? Except when Z told him to "smile," all he could give was a confused look before the light flashed. "Oh come on! I wasn't even ready for that! I could've at least looked like I was stealing something but nooo, you had to get me with a durr-hurr fa- HEY. HEY HEY HEY no way man!" Alex whined, wanting to reach over and take the camera from Z but knowing better and resisting. After all, you don't mess with a guy who makes you steal from someone else's laundry. That's just not cool.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:56 pm
"AH!...Do not make me trigger the door trap!" He said with warning tone pulling his phone close to keep it out of range.
Did you really want to test if there was a door trap? It looked like he was reaching behind him for something too...
"I -will- however negotiate, for the deletion of the picture -and- your release from the room." He said cooly.
"Back up... or I send it now and your trapped here till Dem gets back with your 'costume' of punishment."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:01 pm
Door trap?! "Wait, wait! Your desk drawers are rigged with traps, there's a trap rigged on the door... What about the bed and window? Are there traps too or are you just pulling my leg? Geeze, no wonder some people tip-toe past this roo-HEY what are you reaching for?!"
Alex threw his hands up in surrender, casting one forlorn look at the window. So much for using that as another portal. "Oookay, you got me. How can I guarantee that you'll delete that picture and not, say, upload it someone or photoshop it into something embarrassing? Or -- hell, I'm not in any position to negotiate, am I?" He sighed, took a step back, and asked, "So what do you wa- costume? Costume?! But I don't wanna be a furry!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:05 pm
"You can't... but you should always account for at least some degree of unknown variables before entering into hostile territory. I am at least -somewhat- positive that Dem warned you that I -plot- things, but by all means!... Do try the bed or window." He smiled.
"I'll hold on to the picture, and save copies in safe locations, safe -trapped- locations until such time as my condition has been met, at that time I will delete the picture, and neither Dem, nor anyone else at the Arcade need ever see posters of it, or of you in a monkey suit... Deal?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:24 pm
"...Pass. I kinda like keeping all my body parts in one place, y'know? Besides, he didn't warn me about 'hostile territory.' If he did, I'd have probably pawed through more than just the drawer! If there's ink in one, then what's in the others y'know? But since he didn't and since I already know the fun and profit from doing that's gone." He shoved his hands into his pockets for the effect, but really in order to prevent his fingers from getting chopped off. He did not want to experience any other traps, thank you!
Now if he could convince Demy to ever spring some of his roommate's traps...
"And your conditions are...?" Alex inquired, curious. "You aren't going to try and have a claim on my soul or anything, right? If that's the case, then I call rights to challenge you to a fiddle fight for a golden fiddle."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:27 pm
"You found the mousetrap too if I remember right." Z said sounding satisfied. "Which, you should thank me for turning down the tightness on the spring, on their own they can break fingers."
He shifted in the chair slightly.
"One favor, to be named, at the time and place of my choosing, that's all."
He said as thought it were nothing at all to ask for.
"No souls, no place to keep them"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:30 pm
Alex stared upon hearing that little fact. Mouse traps are supposed to snap the necks of mice, right? So it shouldn't be a surprise that they can break fingers... but at the same time, Z had a point.
He considered the offer, then nodded. "Those sound fair enough. Agreed! Now can I pass, door guardian?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:35 pm
"I'll need a way to reach you so that I can redeem my favor of course." He said unmoving.
"You'll need to be available, if you try and back out I'll not only publish it to Dem and the Arcade I'll plaster it all over the biggest game sights I can find." he tilted his chin down like he were a librarian peering over spectacles.
"So either tell me how I can reach you or prepare to be making yourself very -actually- available until such time as I say 'I'm cashing in the favor'. And if I catch you, or hear of you in my desk again, all bets, are off."
The dead serious expression turned back into that cherubic smile.
"But after that yes! You may go."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:41 pm
Oooh great. At least he had a cell phone so when Z called, he could get his number too. Why? The same reason why he adds random people to his AIM list: to feel special and important. And because he likes seeing when people sign on and offline, but that's beside the point.
Alex gave him his number, adding, "Texting or calling doesn't matter, and my door's right down the hall." He looked at Z's desk as the other mentioned it, shaking his head. "No thanks, I've already messed with that enough. Would standing back and watching someone else get into it count or...?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 8:42 am
"Thank you" He said and sounded almost sincere, saving the picture and quickly adding you to his contact list... was that a panda phone charm?
The phone vanished again from view and he stood up and glanced you over again.
"... actually if -anyone- messes with my desk I might just hold you responsible. I don't trust you." He informed you bluntly and pulled the chair away.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:41 pm
"Aww, that's no fun!" Alex replied, resisting the urge to scuff a random bauble on Demy's side of the room. It was sort of funny, really -- half of the room was chaotic with lights and glowing things, whereas the other was... Well, clean and more or less ordered -- a rare feat for a Hillworth student. Here and there pieces of clothing from Demy's side threatened the line, but really it wasn't any of Alex's business. What was his business, however, was getting out alive and in one piece before he made any more deals with the cold and calculating boy.
Without making eye-contact, Alexander hurried out of the dorm room as fast as he could, disappearing down the hall as fast as he could hurry without breaking into a run.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:46 pm
The cheshire smile lingered as he watched 'Alex' vanish down the hallway hastily.
His fingers tapped against the door frame as he watched, like he were listening to the beat of some music only he could hear.
He gave a nod at last and vanished back inside, closing the door and locking again with a smile.
'door trap'... he might actually have to set one up. That worked rather well. He mused and returned to his notes, and texted Dem a second time, this time just to let him know his 'friend' was gone, and that he needed only two servings of fast food, rather than 3.
He was still smiling as he picked up his pen and finished documenting what he had learned about Alex for later use.
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