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Post by jackkelly on Sept 21, 2011 19:50:09 GMT -5
Jack started laughing, "seems to me you'd fit in better as a newsie than where you're at now. You ever wanna try it out you're more than welcome."
((Cause my jack is a gentlemanl)
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 20:08:09 GMT -5
He set her down and immediately let it go of her, though he was smiling. "Good. You go first, I gotta hand this up to you." He picked up the cloth-covered lamp. "Trust me...we're gonna need it." It used to drive Wraith and Tara nuts the way he revealed his plans step-by-step, always leaving them in suspense about what the hell they were actually doing, but Script was apparently daring and trusting enough to just go with it. He couldn't help liking that.
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Post by Tara on Sept 21, 2011 20:12:48 GMT -5
"I wish!" Tara grinned wistfully. "I'm afraid my parents will hunt me down if they don't get regular reports from my school. They can be dreadful reports, they've learned to expect that by now, but they have to at least keep coming." She looked around Irving Hall, and back at him, with a sense of longing. "I'm sure I can be spared for the occasional adventure, though."
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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 20:13:33 GMT -5
"Ugh, more climbing." She scrunched her nose at him. "You totally owe me." She smirked at him over her shoulder as she climbed, then turned around once she was in the attic space, reaching down for the lamp. "I think I finally understand your nickname. Seriously, babe, how do you come up with this stuff??" She sent him an amused look.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 21, 2011 20:28:19 GMT -5
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," he said to her and genuinely meant it. He looked into her eyes and smiled. Jack cleared his throat. "You uh, wanna dance?"
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 21:10:48 GMT -5
He considered that as he handed her the lamp and climbed up after her. "When me or Wraith's in trouble, which is most of the time, I sit around planning how to get us out of it. All the rest of the time, I get bored...and come up with stuff like this." He pulled the ladder up after them and fastened the trapdoor shut, pulling the rag off the lamp as he did. And there they were, sitting in the pitch-black attic of a girls' boarding school, surrounded by a tiny pool of lamplight. He had to pause and savor the moment.
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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 21:19:35 GMT -5
Script laughed softly, pushing hair out of her eyes. "Remind me not to leave you on your own for too long." She pulled her legs up under her, looking at him as they sat in the glow of the lamplight. She bit her bottom lip, watching him, feeling that tug in her stomach again as she looked him over.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 21:57:35 GMT -5
Sitting this close to her, and with the dramatic lamplight and the adrenaline of a good adventure, he wanted to kiss her so badly that he was actually leaning toward her before he stopped himself. Yes, he could probably kiss her without any issues, but then there would be hands. And then he would freak out. And girls did not like guys who had panic attacks in the middle of a groping session.
He took a deep breath and turned to rummage through the nearest storage box. "You see any rope? We gotta find some rope."
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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 22:04:21 GMT -5
Script had seen the kiss coming, had braced herself for it, then felt that little tug wage an all-out war in her insides when he pulled away. It took everything in her not to pout. She did let out a little sigh of frustration, though. "Rope, right." She moved to look for one, then stopped, turning to blink at him. "Wait, rope? Why?"
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 22:08:48 GMT -5
He finally gave in and turned to explain the final stage of his plan--he owed her that much after the non-kiss. "I'm thinking we dangle the lamp down right outside the dorm window, wave it back and forth. 'Cause of the story--how Olivia set herself on fire and jumped out the window. In the dark, it should look very much like a flaming ghost." He smiled slightly. "And then we just bang on the floor a little, which is their ceiling, and before long, I think we'll be getting some very satisfactory results."
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Post by Tara on Sept 21, 2011 22:14:05 GMT -5
"I certainly do!" Tara said with a smile, grabbing his hand and pulling him out onto the floor.
((I kind of want Goblin and Script to get caught eventually so Jack can walk Tara back to school and they can rescue them together. ^_^))
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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 22:20:20 GMT -5
((Haha, oh, they have to get caught. Things are going too smoothly. And getting in trouble is a bonding experience  )) She had to purse her lips to keep from laughing out loud, eyes dancing in the lamplight. "You, sir, are amazing." She rummged through a box. "Oo, here's a jump rope, is this good enough?" She brought it over to him, her fingers brushing against his when she handed it over. |
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 21, 2011 22:29:12 GMT -5
((Im in on that plot))
Jack laughed and took her in his arms to spin her around the dance floor to the upbeat music.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 22:43:00 GMT -5
"Perfect." He took the rope and didn't comment on the finger-brushing. Tying it to the handle of the lamp, he grinned brightly--they were ready. "What do you prefer--the lamp or the floor-pounding?"
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Post by Tara on Sept 21, 2011 22:46:06 GMT -5
Tara twirled and kicked up her heels. This was simply fantastic. She spun herself against Jack's chest and then away again, leaping and kicking and ultimately finding herself back in his arms. She was working up a sweat and her hair was absolutely everywhere, but she didn't care. "I should be getting back to school," she finally gasped out. "What time is it, anyway? Must be hours past curfew!"
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