Monster High - The School Grounds

[Felix Faun]

Tori Underbridge

He gave an awkward grin, "I mean, I've never met the ghoul, so I guess she must be something to be a great friend of yours, but don't worry, I got it," he gave her a shrug of the shoulders before thinking of a way to leave the awkward conversation.

"Ah, man look at the time, I should head to class, catch you on the green side, Tori,"he gave a wave before clopping off.

He felt so embarrassed to even think of Tori that way, I mean, common. We're just friends, right? Yeah. Friends, he let the thought simmer in my mind as he went to class.

Friends.  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

Perry Hartley

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine... Just peachy." Vinnie grumbled, running her claws through her mohawk to make sure it wasn't out of place. Only after she was happy with the state of her hair did she even look at the manster she'd run into. She had seen this creature fang out with Dashner after school, and decided that it was more than coincidence that she ran into him... he wasn't bad looking, either. Her tentacles coiled up into a shy sort of smile.

"I, uh... I'm Lavinia--Vinnie!! I'm Vinnie." Her cheeks burned a deep forest green.  

[Perry Hartley]

Perry stared at her for a moment, then grinned and extended a hand. "Vinnie it is then. I'm Perry." He noticed the blushing, but dismissed it as ghouls being well... ghouls.  

[Jewels Underne]

In a rare example of parenting, her father had absolutely put his foot down when Jewels had tried to feign illness that morning. Her acting skills simply weren't up to par in order to fool the old mole man, who'd simply told her to pull herself together and get to school.
Muttering darkly about stupid parents and stupid school, Jewels emerged from the Catacombs and trudged toward her locker.

"Everyone seems sleepy this morning." She forced a brave smile for Sally, trying not to think of the nightmare of the previous day. Maybe today would be better, she decided to look on the bright side.  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

"Perry. Sorry for running into you like that..." Vinnie wrapped her claw around Perry's hand, and instead of shaking it, she instead gave it a gentle squeeze. She wasn't sure how to read this guy; Perytons were out of her realm of expertise, so his mere existence intrigued him. Pair that with the fact that he was very handsome, and didn't look like all the other conformist were-sheep at this school, and Vinnie found herself standing there staring for way too long, still holding onto his hand.

"Oh, f'taghn! Must've floated off to the Dreamlands there... Must be the pajamas." She released his hand, instinctively wiping her claw on her pajama pants. "So, where're you headed, Perry?"  

[Perry Hartley]

He pulled his hand away, chuckling a little. "You're a bit odd aren't you?" He shrugged and checked the time. "Chop class, not in much of a rush though. That little gremlin dude somehow manages to cause something to blow up or malfunction. It's funny when you're not directly in the line of the explosion." He snickered. "Hey, Pyjamas aren't so bad, it's tomorrow that's gonna be crazy. "  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

Vinnie cocked her head to the side, feeling her mohawk flop over; she quickly righted it with a laugh.

"I'm sorry, I don't usually do this Spirit Week thing..." She watched Perry's eyes trail down to her pajamas. "...today was a fluke. What exactly is happening tomorrow? The way you worded that, it sounds like I'm gonna have to brace myself..."  

[Perry Hartley]

"Seriously?" He laughed and recited the theme. "Boos will be ghouls and ghouls will be boos." He shook his head. "I'd launch a protest, I haven't the legs for dresses but coach demanded we all" He raised both hands in air quotes " Showed our school spirit or else so yeah... " Another shrug. "I figure at least it'll be amusing to see Manny in his sister's skirt."  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

Vinnie snorted, her tentacles curling into a sneer again at the thought of Dashner in a dress.

"That's something that makes me reconsider ditching tomorrow. I might actually get in on that too. I've got this wicked suit..." She paused, laughing again at the imagery of several mansters in ill-fitting dresses. "What are you gonna wear? I'm picturing hellhoundstooth... maybe floral print? With that red hair you could be another Moan Halloway!"  

[Perry Hartley]

He cringed a little. "I struck a deal with one of the fearleaders. I'm not about to go dress shopping, can you imagine?" He made a face. "Seriously sketchy. you got a suit? Sweet. I think the ghouls really get off lightly to be frank, I mean, it's not like guy clothes are that different to what most ghouls wear anyway."  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

"Aw, I would've taken you shopping! That would have been hilarious!"Vinnie slapped Perry across the shoulders, playfully, just as the first warning bell rang.

"Whoops, there's my cue. Normally I wouldn't care but, hey, I like Hiss-tory enough to show up on time. Sit with me at lurch?"

Without even waiting for a response from Perry, Vinnie happily skipped off to class. Maybe Tombcoming could be in the cards after all.  

[Perry Hartley]

What a strangely forward ghoul, he chuckled at the random encounter and headed off to class.  

[Marceline LaGhede]

The ears on Marceline's VooDoo Bunny slippers (the beloved cartoon character of her youth!) floppled around as she ran up the stairs to the main entrance. There was something illicit about wearing pajamas to school that she couldn't quite let go of, and her stomach turned in knots feeling like she was bound to get deadtention for doing it; even though literally every other monster was! Tucked under her arm was a 4-pack of Red Ghoul, intended to replace the one she borrowed from Glen's locker...

Glen da West

"ALRIGHT!!! WHO DID IT!?!?!?"

... and judging by Glen's reaction, she was right on time. She shuffled through the crowd, the 4-pack brandished high above her head, reaching Glen just as his ruby high-tops touched the ground again.

"Now, Glen..." Marceline eyed him sternly. "Before you fly off your broomstick at me, I'll have you know that Red Ghoul was for Rorrim! He was crashin' and burnin' at the murk trial -- and that bein' my fault, anyway -- this was the only thing that was gonna crack him outta it! Now, I'm replacin' what I borrowed, with int'rest! Looks like you need it."  

[Skinny Sally]

Jewels Underne

"Everyone seems sleepy this morning.

Sally looked at Jewels and nodded in agreement "Yes. Seems they must have slept longer today. Maybe because they could." She looked at a boo beside them, sleeping against his locker, and just tilted her head. "Its making me sleepy."  

[Draconia St George]

Marceline LaGhede

"Now, Glen..." Marceline eyed him sternly. "Before you fly off your broomstick at me, I'll have you know that Red Ghoul was for Rorrim! He was crashin' and burnin' at the murk trial -- and that bein' my fault, anyway -- this was the only thing that was gonna crack him outta it! Now, I'm replacin' what I borrowed, with int'rest! Looks like you need it."

"Oh, thank Arthur, Marceline!" Draconia took one of the cans, cracked it open and poured it into Glen's snoring mouth. The change was almost immediate; Glen's eyes snapped open and started darting around. A second gulp and his fingers and toes started twitching again.

By the third gulp, Glen had snatched the cans away from Draconia and Marceline and was drinking them as if he'd been trapped in the Scarabian Desert for a week.

"There we go." Draconia beamed. Glen's 'reliance' on Red Ghoul was a bit concerning to her at times, but seeing him walking around like one of the zombie students was just as unsettling. "So, Marceline, do you-"

"Er...hexcuse me, Marceline LaGhede? Draconia St. George?" Iris Clops walked up to them, with a pencil and notebook in hand. Draconia turned to regard the cyclops ghoul.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Iris Clops, with the Gory Gazette. I'm trying to get a grimterview with each of the Tombcoming royalty candidates today. Normally, Draculaura would be covering this beat, but she's lost her voice, so it's down to me. Can I take a couple minutes with you two?"

"Oh, certainly!" Draconia replied. "What would you like to ask?"

"Well..." Iris flipped through her notebook. "As you ghouls know, each of you were nominated by someone else-"

Draconia nodded. In fact, she had been the one to nominate Marceline. She had just been about to ask her if she needed any help campaigning. And Glen had nominated her, much to her chagrin.

"-And those nominations had a great list of items hexplaining why each of you were great candidates. But, what I'd like to know, and what I think every student who reads the Gory Gazette wants to know is...why do YOU want to be Tombcoming Scream Queen?"

Draconia paused as the question hung in the air between Iris, Marceline and her. That was a good question. She hadn't asked to be nominated, and she had a pretty strong case of stage fright - the idea of going up there and accepting the crown sort of petrified here. But still...to be Scream Queen of Monster High...

"I suppose, I'd like to be Scream Queen of Monster High because it would give me a chance to face one of my biggest fears," Draconia finally replied. "It would be scare-ifying to take that long walk up on the stage at Tombcoming and accept the crown and sceptre, but if you think about it...you're given the title because everyone WANTED you to have it. That's a rather clawesome thing, to think so many of your fellow student bodies wanted to see you up there! It puts a lot of pressure on a ghoul...but it also shows a ghoul that everymonster is rooting for her to succeed."

Iris scribbled down the answer in her notebook, nodding along as Draconia spoke. Then she turned to Marceline.

"How about you, Marceline? Why do you want to be Tombcoming Queen?"