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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 21:09:30 GMT -5
Amanda moved the bags away from him for a moment but then thought better of it. She held the bags out to him, watching him like a hawk. She'd been telling the truth. The bags held some new outfits, jewelry, some makeup and other girly things like that. There were a few little skimpy articles of underclothing in there too that she hoped for her own entertainment made Trial blush.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 21:18:22 GMT -5
"Sorry miss, just making sure it ain't a bomb..." Trail murmred, taking the bags. "Sort through the bags in the Blink Room," Boss rumbled. "Yes, Boss," Trial replied alertly, scampering off to the Blink Room.
Boss and Dirk continued through the mansion, through an endless number of doors, up unending staircases, and rounding an infinite amount of corners.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 21:23:08 GMT -5
Amanda frowned and sighed when her only source of entertainment left. She did her best to pay attention to where she was being taken but everything looked the same to her and soon enough she knew she was lost. Still, she continued to try and figuire out where she could be in the mantion. It gave her something to do since she figured if she talked she'd say something slap worthy again.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 21:38:13 GMT -5
Dirk arrived at his office room. He plopped down at his desk and picked up an old phone. It was that rustic tan kind of phone, that stereotypical office phone with the knotted cord and clear buttons. He smashed a few buttons, then waited for the important man on the other line to pick up. Dirk kicked up his feet and leaned back in his high-backed leather swivel chair.
Boss put the girl down. "What's your name?" he rumbled.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 21:43:09 GMT -5
"Amanda." she answered then turned to face the guy on the phone. She put her glasses on top of her head once more so he could appreciate the full heat of her glare. "Are you calling my father?" she questioned coldly. Her father always took forever answering phones.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 21:51:44 GMT -5
"Perhaps," the Boss said mysteriously.
"Yeah," said Dirk, glancing over at Amanda and obliterating all mysteriousness that Boss had just mustered. "Now shaddap, I'm on the phone."
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 21:57:19 GMT -5
Micah Aldo very much enjoyed making people wait for him, just because he could, so it wasn't until the last ring of the phone that he picked up. "Yes?" he questioned after glancing at the caller ID. He clearly was not in the mood to deal with the baby gang.
Amanda chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched and strained to listen to the conversation. She knew her father was not going to react well to the news of her whereabouts.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 22:00:35 GMT -5
"Yeah, Micah. It's Dirk. Guess where we found your daughter?"
Boss got up and stood at the door, clasping his hands in front of him. It was clear that nobody was going in or out that door without going through him first.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 22:06:22 GMT -5
Micah swore darkly and rubbed the bridge of his nose to fight off the headache he could feel coming. "That stupid mutt... She's unharmed, I assume?" There was something threatening in the man's voice.
Amanda scoffed when she heard her dad call her a mutt but didn't say anything about it.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 22:50:05 GMT -5
"Oh yeah," Dirk assured him. "She's fine. But she was trespassing on Paw territory. And you know that is in blatant disregard of our truce we made a few years back. She should know better. Now, usually the punishment for tresspassing is death," here Dirk looked over at Amanda, "but since we're all such good friends, I'm inclined to be lienient. It's fairly obvious that she doesn't know the basic rules of the street, so I suggest she goes through our training school to learn. It's educational, and it saves you the trouble of doing it yourself. Wadda ya say?"
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 7:36:22 GMT -5
His daughter, go through Paw training? It was ludacris. Still, it would keep her breathing and she'd be able to probably pick up some information for him. "And after her training is complete? What would she do after that?" Micah questioned. Amanda was a clever girl, he knew somehow she'd be able to find her way home.
Amanda growled softly and picked at a loose string at the bottom of her shirt. "Just trying to get home... 'Trespassing' makes it sound like I was sneaking around.." she muttered darkly to herself. She was beyond pissed. She wanted nothing to do with gang training.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 9:14:26 GMT -5
"Well, that depends. How old is Amanda? Sixteen? Eighteen? It's a two year training course in Europe. If she's still young enough to be in your custody, we'll give her back. If not, she'll make her own desicions about that. Either way, she goes free. But we do have a history of people who didn't intend to join ending up staying long-term by their own free will."
Boss raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He noticed Amanda listening in on the conversation and pushed the middle button on his suit jacket. A low whine sounded, just loud enough to drown out the other side of the conversation. "Eavesdropping is rude," Boss rumbled.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 14:27:30 GMT -5
"Amanda is almost twenty." He wasn't concerned about Amanda deciding to join the gang, he knew there was nothing in life she despised more than the thought of being a member. "And what would happen should she fail to complete the training for any reason?" Like if she ran away. If his daughter was good at only one thing, it was running away.
"I believe that rudeness fails to extend to conversations about one's fate." she told the large man, looking up at him and frowning slightly at the noise. It was her life that was being decided in that conversation and she felt she had the right to hear it.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 15:41:34 GMT -5
"Well then, in that case, she fails the course and must do the whole thing over again." Dirk stared right at Amanda. "And if she tries to run... Well, let's just say she's lucky she's got such a nice daddy. If such is the case, then she'll be stuck doing KP for her pod for the rest of the year. "She gets one day of her choosing every month off, during which time she to do as she pleases, within reason, of course, up to and including leaving the base to see you. She will be given a nickname and remain anonymous so long as she keeps her trap shut. She will be instructed by my colleagues Doc, Gunner, Proffessor, and Night in the arts of healing, combat, mental skills, and subtletry, respectively. Recruits are trained in pods of three members. These members will have to live together, bunk together, eat together, and put up with each other or die."
"Perhaps," countered Boss, "you should respect your elders a bit more. Did your father teach you nothing about proper respect?"
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 15:56:59 GMT -5
Oh I'm sure seeing me won't be on that list. What Micah couldn't understand was how sending Amanda to training would be more benefical to Dirk then killing her or just letting her go. "She'll have to have a guard with her at all times, provided by me of course."
"No, he didn't. If he had I probably wouldn't be such a delinquint child." she retorted. "I fail to see how trying to listen in on my fate is at all disrespectful."Amanda said, though her voice remained polite.
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