Study Hall -- Friday, October 28th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah isn't in the room, but the words "Help yourself" have been hastily scribbled on the blackboard. There's a stereo playing incredibly random music on her desk, along with some junk food and pizza, a TV with a video game hookup, and a pool table that has almost magically appeared in the corner. The puppies are wide awake and playing under Sarah's desk. It's almost as if she's bribing the students.

(OOC: My job sucks. Still not done yet. *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*)

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[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Fine wiring work, computer games, pool." He gives a half smile, racking the balls again "Knitting."

He gestures for Hank to have the first go. "That little trick is actually very useful. You get something sparkley and pretty, stand so the sun hits it just so, and make it dance all over your hands. It works best if you're about 10 and really cute. And everyone stops to watch what you're doing. Your partner picks their pockets."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Hank raises an eyebrow in mild disbelief. "Knitting. Well, you did say that you made that present."

Hank lines up his shot and makes a clean break, sinking the 1 and 13 balls. "Solids. So basically, you ran a distraction ploy. Nice."

Hank sinks the 5 and circles the table, looking for the best shot to take next.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"One of the many useful things a psychdroid will teach you in the better juvie detentions." Han's next laugh is half scoff. "Of course, the next bust was for peddling non-union knitwear on a public street without a license."



[[I'm doing about 4 PW windows and sewing. Shall we just let them play pool?]]

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

In a cheery falsetto, Hank pipes, "'But officer, I didn't know I neede a permit! Perhaps I could interest you in a nice pair of mittens instead?'"

In a normal tone, Hank grins and tells Han, "You were quite the law-breaking little imp, weren't you?"

Hank takes his next shot and sinks the 3, incidentally lining up the 2 for a perfect line shot. He makes it, but scratches the cue ball at the same time.

"Dammit. You're up, Solo."

Hank sits back to watch the spectacle that is Han on a roll, thoroughly prepared to enjoy the rest of Study Hall playing pool.