Galafray's Monster Academy ~*P*R*I*V*A*T*E*~

Pointless poll tiem~!

Noob.	10.0%	[ 2 ]
HECK YEAH!	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Eggs.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
Haha.. I'm ignoring the "private" sign.. XD I'm cool.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
*raeps poll*	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Total Votes:			[ 20 ]

[spaztastic psycho]

"Math...." Gwen said, looking at Claire. "Nothing like... ah.. reading, or sports... just.. math?"

~*~

After about 10 minutes of Dex just sitting around and doing nothing, he stood up. Banging on the bathroom door with his fist, doing a slight potty dance, he shouted to Sable, "Seriously dude, get out already, i have to use the toilet..."

[Seven Strike]

Claire shrugged a bit. "I like to read, I guess... but I'm not very good at sports..." This was mostly true. She had never really tried playing sports- mainly because they involved hanging out with other people. Other.. very.. competitive.. people... That made her nervous. She looked to Gwen, expecting her to ask the next question.

~

Sable continued to run the water through his hair, washing it over and over and over... He pretended not to hear Dexter. The little twerp could go pee on himself for all he cared.

[spaztastic psycho]

"Ah..... That make sence.." She said, smiling a bit. Gwen thought for a moment, "So, Whats your favorite color?"

~*~

Dex shifted from foot to foot. "SERIOUSLY!!" Dex reached down, turning the handle to the door. Dexter knelt down infront of the doorknob, getting ready to open the door if Sable didn't reply.

[Seven Strike]

Claire paused. She had never really thought of that. "Well... I suppose...." she absent-mindedly blinked a bit before continuing, "I.. like the color.. yellow?" Tilting her head she asked, "What about you?"

~

"Then go use the bathrooms in the hall," Sable shouted, blowing his cover. He didn't care- he was just sick of listening to Dex whimper about his poor little bladder. And it was true that Dex COULD have used the hall bathrooms.. it WAS a school after all. There WERE bathrooms other than in the rooms.. however, the nearest one was about a 5 min. run from here... which is a LONG time when you have to pee. But Sable REALLY could care less. He wasn't getting out of the bathroom early on Dexter's account.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter's eye twitched. He slamed his palm against the doorknob, a flash of light shone threw the hole where the lock was. Dexter threw open the door, heading straight to the toilet, on his way, he fliped on both sides of the sink, just letting the water run. After using the restroom, he flushed the toilet, not once, but twice, then washed his hand in the still running water, and left the bathroom, leaving the water going. He slammed the bathroom door behind him. Dexter was slightly hoping for the change in tempreture in Sable's shower. That'd show the parrot to stand between him and the bathroom.

~*~

Gwen looked thoughtfull, "Yellow.... Hmmm.. Yellow is a color representing optimism, enlightenment, and happiness. It is a color that promises a positive outlook on the future, and it helps spark creative thoughts. It also helps activate memorys, enourages communication, AND it stimulates the mental and nervous system..." She said, smiling at Claire. "Yellow is a very positive color... Personally, I like the color green..." Gwen gave a small nodd.

[Seven Strike]

Sable blinked a bit. The water got suddenly cold... VERY cold. It now beat against Sable in a stingy and uncomfortable way. "C-C-COLD!!!!" he exclaimed, quickly drawing back the curtains, eyes wide as he shivered, wet and naked. "YOU LITTLE-!!!!" He stepped on the bathroom floor, slipping in his rage. He slammed onto the cold tile and howled out "CRETIN!!!!!! WAIT TILL I GET A HOLD OF YOU!!!!!!!!" The room got VERY hot and the mirrors steamed.

From underneath the bathroom door, fire exploded.

~

Claire blinked. "Oh." She had no idea a color could mean so much. She just liked the color yellow because.. I don't know.. it was a pretty color! She didn't realize all the psychological reasoning behind picking that color. Suddenly, she was curious. "What does that mean.. The color green, that is?"

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter looked back at the door, "Clean up what ever mess you make.." He shouted back. Then sat on his bed, staring at the door. He was wondering if now would be a good time to go get a new roommate, or if this parrot was harmless.

~*~

"Well...." Gwen started, "Green is a color that occupies more psace in the spectrum of visable Earth to the human eye. The natural Greens create tranquil and refreshing feelings, because of the natural balence of cool and warm undertones. Green is considered the color of peace and ecology. It's soothing, relaxing mentally and physically, and it also helps alleviate depression, nervousness and anxiety. Green offers a sense of renewal, self-control, and harmony.." Gwen smiled at Claire.

[Seven Strike]

Sable was boiling with rage. He thought he could KILL someone.. when suddenly.. he stopped. No... he WOULDN'T kill Damion.. instead, he would wait... plan.. and when the time came.. that little pixie would get his.... Rising to his feet, Sable steadied himself at the mirror, then grabbed the hairdryer attached to the wall. He began to blow dry his hair...

~

Claire looked a bit confused. She had to rethink what she had just heard a few times.. Liftingan eyebrow... she simply said. "Uhhm... wow."

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen nodded. "Colors are very important.." She stated.

~*~

Dexter floped backwards on the bed, listening to Sable fix his hair. Dex wondered if his roommate might have a feminine side.. which brought him back to his original train of though... Should he get a new room mate? Dexter rolled over onto his side, facing the wall. He closed his eyes, sliping into a deep state of thought.

[Seven Strike]

"So I can tell..." Claire stated, still a bit taken back. There was a moment of silence before she finally asked, "So... what kind of....." she paused, thinking about what she could ask her friend.

~

Sable felt the hot hair blow through his hair- which he rather enjoyed. He smiled at the feeling of his long locks tangling and untangling in the light breeze created by the standard dryer. He ran a hand through his drying hair... His locks were both soft and silky. If there was ONE nice thing you could say about Sable.. you could NOT deny he had awesome hair.

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen sat quietly while Claire thought.

~*~

Dexter was still laying on his bed, facing the wall, his eyes closed. His train of thought was now on a completly different track then it had started. He was now thinking about all the different flowers he had seen outside.

[Seven Strike]

Claire pondered a bit before finishing, "....fears do you have?" It was all she could think of. After all- she couldn't ask anything she wasn't willing to answer herself....

~

Sable continued to comb through his hair with his fingers as he dried it. He glanced at the mirror- which was TOTALLY checking him out and gave a little wink and a quick lip pucker. Yeah.. who's the man?

[spaztastic psycho]

If Dexter was in the bathroom right now, he'd probably really want a new roommate. But, Alas, he was still meditating on his bed... in his dojo.

~*~

Gwen looked thoughtfull again. "Hmm... I would think fire.... I dun like it that much..." She said, looking at Claire, "What about you?"

[Seven Strike]

Sable finally finished up his hair. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his bare waist and made his way out the bathroom. Het sat down on his bed, relaxing a moment, and then began to get dressed. Wouldn't be long till he'd have to go eat...

~

"Well..." Claire blinked a bit, "I don't like..... spiders... or ghosts... They scare me..." she nodded a bit at her answer.

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen nodded in agreement, "Spiders are ikki...." She said, "Then again, most bugs are.... " She smiled a small bit.

~*~

Dexter lay motionless on his bed. He was completly opposet of how he slept. His skin was still the same pale human color and his hair was still dark, and he wasn't flopping around like a fish out of water which is the only thing that the writter can think to compare his sleeping habbits to. Dexters train of thought seemed to still be on track, because now he was thinking about what kind of berries grew on the island.