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dorm lobby ; tuesday afternoon

The vending machine full of guns was still there.

Flick had stopped to actually look at the selection after he'd finished up his classes for the day. He was pretty flush from a day spent looking for the money that was popping up across the island so he had enough to afford something in there. He just wasn't sure if that was something he wanted to do. He'd always been more the type to use his hands or whatever was convenient (bat, pipe, box, whatever). Guns just weren't his thing.

But, this machine had to be there for a reason and with all the other weird things that were going down, he figured protection wouldn't go amiss. So, Flick guessed he was gonna do this. It was making him twitchy just thinking about it but still.

Had to be done. He pulled out some money and kept his eyes on the selection of guns, trying to figure out which one he might be able to deal with. He'd have to explain this all to Jude at some point, he knew, but whatever.

Time to buy a gun.

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It wasn't long before Sparkle sidled up beside Flick, looking with a wrinkled nose at the vending machine.

"I've got one of those things I'm looking to get rid of, if you're that desperate, man," he said. "Buyer's remorse and all that. I don't trust it."

He'd lived on the island long enough to know better than to trust most things that seemed a little too convenient.

Flick glanced over at Sparkle, money still in hand.

"Buyer's remorse," he repeated with a slight snicker, looking back at the selection of guns in front of them. "Not desperate, though. Just wondering if I should be prepared for whatever might be about to happen."

"The way I see it? If whatever's about to happen is going to be courtesy of the people who put this machine here in the first place, you're probably buying your gun from the wrong place," Sparkle noted, shrugging. "What are the odds of them going, 'hey, we're taking over your island, come use our own weapons to shoot us in the face?'"

That was actually a really good point. Flick scratched his cheek and glanced over at Sparkle again.

"Why'd you buy one then?" he asked, curious. "Compulsive purchase?"

"Thought it was a joke," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "There was money sitting around, so it wasn't like I lost anything. And then, bam. Gun."

He held his backpack out at arm's length, looking kind of disgusted by it.

"The idea of a machine just spitting out guns for next to nothing was so fucked up, I had to know, you know? I'll probably dump it off at the arms place or something."

"Yeah, I'm not really a guns person but I also don't want to be caught with my pants down," he said, making a face. "If something wants to kill me, I want it to be while in the midst of doing something fairly important."

And not while sitting in his dorm room or having coffee or something.

"But, thinking about it your way, the convenient money does feel like a setup where the guns are concerned."

"Seriously, it's like they want us to have these things. And they give me the creeps, man. I don't think I want anything they're literally paying us to take."

Ever. At all. He'd chuck it in the garbage, but that would probably end up accidentally killing a garbageman or something.

"You really want a weapon, it's not like there aren't people around here that can get their hands on 'em, you know? Friend of mine handed me a blaster once, like, this laser thing, for taking shots at sharks? And he got it off another friend. Hell, the shooting range has weapons, and there's nothing stopping us from walking off with those if we need to. And if shit gets real out there, the weapons shop is usually pretty good about selling 'em. They don't want us dead, here."

"You're being pretty philosophical and big brother-y right now," Flick said, momentarily amused. "And I know you're not wrong either."

The prevalence of weapons in this place was pretty amazing. "You almost sound protective, Sparkle. I'm getting a little sentimental right now."

He was teasing.

Sparkle followed that up with a totally mature moment of sticking out his tongue.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it get around or anything. I have a reputation to keep up here as the kid who doesn't give a shit." Not that he was clinging to that reputation too fiercely, granted. "Besides, if everyone else ends up dead, who's gonna save my ass?"

And now he was teasing.

"What makes you think I'd save you if I survived?" Flick said, curling a brief half smile. "Self preservation is the name of the game. I might give you a second look if I had the time."

That was a lie. He was a lot more giving and helpful than he let on.

"I might come in handy," Sparkle proposed, pursing his lips. "I'm good at plenty of things. Just not, like, killing shit."

A beat.

"Well, I can take pot-shots with a bow and arrow from the roof or something. I've learned that much since coming here."

He had his ex to thank for that. Things he wasn't mentioning for love or money, right there.

"Well, you've got one on me there," Flick admitted with a shrug. "Never used a bow and arrow except briefly in a video game. And even then I sucked at it. I preferred just to go just head on with my fists."

"So, you don't know your way around a gun, either?" Sparkle was smirking now. "If you want, we can head to the range sometime, poke at what they have there. People shouldn't be buying guns thinking to use 'em unless they actually know how, anyway."

Sparkle was sometimes shamelessly Canadian.

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"Never picked one up in my life," he admitted. "I've been shot with a stun gun before but that's probably the closest I've come to a gun."

And he preferred to keep it that way even if he was thinking about buying a gun right now.

"Kinda silly since I did a stint in military school, right?"

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"I dunno, seems about right for around here," Sparkle noted, raising an eyebrow a little at the 'stun gun' thing all the same. "Be a good idea to know how to use the thing before running around with it, anyhow. I mean, anyone can put messy holes in people, but you don't want to be putting 'em in yourself while you're at it. Shoot yourself in the foot, then you're good and fucked."

"I'm pretty sure I could handle a gun. It's just the fact that I don't want to," he admitted with a shrug. "I just tend to be a lot more productive if I use my fists. And maybe a convenient bat or stick or pipe that's lying around. Make use of the environment and all."

"Well, bats are easy to get your hands on," Sparkle noted. "Bet we could raid the gym and leave with like ten."

Now he wanted to try. He could just cite 'self-defence' and people would be okay with that!

"Amazes me that a school that has no sports team has all that sporting equipment and a stocked gym," Flick said, shaking his head. "I hardly ever see anyone down in that gym when I'm down there."

"Yeah, this school likes to make plays at convincing people that they're normal, but then you look at like the class listings and... you know, at the school."

Which was a castle. Not really normal.

"I don't even know why they bother with that sort of thing, but I guess presumably there are gym classes now and again or something."

Considering the last school he'd been at, the class listings weren't all that jarring. These classes were weird whereas the classes at Mandel Academy were just preparing you for a life of crushing the peons in illegal ways.

"I like the gym," he said, shrugging. "Gives me a place to beat on things. And occasionally people. But that's a lot more rare than I'd like."

"Apparently the island used to have this place where people would all meet up just to beat on each other," Sparkle noted. "Like, this kind of fight club thing. Kinda sorry I missed that, you know?"

He wasn't really a fighter. That didn't change the fact that he was inclined to throw a punch now and again just to prove a point.

"Huh." He wouldn't have expected that here. It seemed too...whimsical to have a fight club. But, this place was surprising.

"Guess it would be a good way to relieve stress," he added after a moment. "I guess with the lack of fighting here, you're just left with sex to relieve stress."

Oh, Flick was sure there were other ways but he wasn't a drinker and didn't do drugs so...fighting. And sex. And stealing, of course.

Mmm, sex. Sparkle missed sex. Drinking, drugs, and stealing were just going to have to fill that void for him unless he found himself a guy who was into that sort of thing.

"I guess that depends who you are," he noted, shrugging. "Most of my ways of relieving stress tend to get me into more trouble, go figure."

"Just means you're not very good at staying out of trouble," Flick joked, smirking. "There are some things I like do that aren't one hundred percent legal either but...I've stayed out of trouble."

So far. And he knew he was kind of asking for it with saying that.

"Shit'll hit the fan sooner or later. Like, look where we're standing right now," Sparkle reasoned, nodding toward the vending machine. "I'm good at staying out of the kind of trouble that'll kill me. That much, I can be proud of."

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