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Tweak says, "Gimme da kees!"

disappear_npc (disappear_npc) wrote in disappear_plot,
@ 2010-12-23 16:56:00

Investigating Ishino
Who: Open
What: Investigating Ishino
When: Between Christmas and new years?
Where: The visitor's centre
Why: plotplotplot

Getting in proved easier than anticipated - rich kids, as it turned out, were low on the threat list. The guards were sober and surly and not exactly pleasant, but the group was led to Ishino with minimal hassle. Now, they were alone together, save for the guard manning Ishino's side of the divide.

"Hello?" The literature teacher looked tired and worn and more than a little confused at the cluster of students coming to see her - she hadn't even taught half of them. "What brings all of you here?"

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ofmanydevices
2010-12-26 04:10 am UTC (link)

Tom moved to sit down in front of Ishino, and cleared his voice, nodded, and slipped into the friendly persona he used last time he spoke to her.

"Hi... Ishino-sensei. I don't know if you remember when we talked last, but I was worried about the... umm... the whole thing." He glanced tot he side, feigning being uncomfortable with the topic.

"We think you didn't do what they said, but we need your help to prove it."

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daioujou
2010-12-27 01:01 am UTC (link)

Kouchisei was seated in the back, and from there he was glancing occasionally from Ishino to the guard. He had found the strength to look at people directly, but still believed it rude so he switched to staring at the bulletproof divide.

He preferred being able to observe Ishino's movements and have time to analyse her words. The thought of doing the talking caused him to cusp his hands in his lap and say nothing.

If Ishino was an angel, it didn't strike him as productive to be in custody.

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lotus_beyond
2011-01-10 12:42 pm UTC (link)

Renju was seated near the front, looking as serious as ever, with her legs neatly crossed and her hands neatly folded. Her eyes were on the guard, and it was difficult for her to suppress her annoyance; if he weren't there, they could just drop the facade and do this directly. Dealing with Raphael had been so much easier. Paradise, she had to admit, occasionally had its advantages.

But they had to play this game, and Tom was one of the best of them at it. For the time being, she sat back and let him talk, ready to interject if an opportunity arose.

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