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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 2:58 pm
While Riley was glad that her world had stopped spinning, it was only to find that she was quite suddenly toppling to the floor - or, rather, G was on the floor. She was on G. In the middle of a dance floor filled with their peers. And Riley suddenly felt very self-conscious about the entire affair.
When G rolled off, Riley tumbled quite quickly to the floor on her rear. She looked up at G, her face the picture of exasperation, and pushed herself up to stand.
I think dancing is, ah, much less movement than that. She murmured as she brushed the back of her dress clean. And I'm sure both our feet should be on the floor. Here, give me your hands.
She took both of his hands, and placed one of them around her waist, while the other she held out. Instantly she felt ridiculous at their outstretched arms, and the difference in size between them, so she gave up on the idea entirely and curled his other arm around her waist as well. Her hands lifted up, just barely managing to rest on his shoulders.
Okay. So. You.. sway. Very gently. She added, eyeing him carefully. Just.. sway to the music.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 2:58 pm
Calder was excited to see G. The swamp creature was a great person to talk to, even with his limited speech and understanding, and was a neigh and a half to be around. It wasn't even hard to spot the boil, but it was hard to catch his attention. However, it seemed G had other plans that evening and the boil rushed off to find Riley. Riley? Why were so many people friends with Riley? It never made any sense to him! She was a perfectionist prude who liked things done her way and hardly ever had any fun. The singing bit she did was a surprise just for the fact she actually went out there and did something not boring and droll.
He watched the pair and then watched G carry the ghoul from the stage and to the dance floor.
Wait.
He wasn't.
Was he?
With her?!
What happened next had caused him to lean in and then break out into a fit of laughter. BEST. DANCING. EVER! Oh, oh, oh his sides hurt. Watching Riley and G turn into a blue of green and purple had to be the best highlight of the night, and he was lost as merry tears danced in his eyes. It was over far too soon, but he applauded G and Riley, but mainly G. The boil at least knew how to have fun, and it was great he was dragging the ghoul to have some too. Awesome.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:08 pm
Calder wiped a tear from his eye, composing himself as he looked back at Colette, and gave a shrug. "Riley was the one that hooked me up with you." He pointed out, wondering why this was not know. Did Riley just not tell her she was going out with him or that it was a blind date. "You are friends with her? Didn't she say she was finding you someone and to meet her at her room? You were there after all. I thought you knew it was a blind date. I mean, I didn't even know until she told me, not that I really had much choice seeing as she won me." He stuck his tongue out at the idea of Riley winning him in any way. "...so she probably was the one that called you." He was really getting confused by her questions, and frowned. "Didn't you want to go to the dance?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:33 pm
He was inclined to agree with her about what this school was all about; it was why he joined, of course, to become a nasty, terrible, FEAR inducing creature so he could be half more the boggart that his father was. That and eventually try and become a bogeyman, that was indeed his dream job but if it didn't work out then just getting to go to the human world and scare as many people as possible would work just fine. That and getting to eat their children.
Icky didn't feel the crawling of whatever small creature was scuttling across his scalp, nor did he notice as if leaped off toward the floor. He was so used to things crawling or dripping from himself that he paid none of it any mind. What he did pay attention to, though, was when Sarias changed the position of his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she did that, he looked up and found he was unable to pick his feet up without keeping a watchful eye on them so instead resorted to simply swaying back and forth as he examined the banshee's face.
Was she actually enjoying herself? Surely it wasn't as much fun as their rough housing but after the auction incident and thinking he was the cause of her tears he was willing to take whatever enjoyment she was having. The fact she was pressed against him -- though in a less intimate way than he could hope for -- was a nice change from the norm. Taking his eyes slowly from her face, he leaned forward slightly so his chin hovered over her neck and craned his own so he could look down and around at his feet again and move them properly. From there he resumed his slow steps, if only to keep her clinging to him for longer.
"I'll bet," he mumbled, able to keep his voice low and husky since his mouth was so close to her ear, "I know a little abou' banshee's, ye know." It would probably be a surprising notion to most but the boggart was picked out of the pumpkin patch by not only his boggart father but his banshee mother, along with an adopted and wandering banshee sister that he couldn't be sure hadn't experienced her second death by now. It was all irrelevant to him, really, having lived without family and on his own for so long. Regardless, her disapproval of the idea was disenchanting and the boggart pressed on. "No, really, ye should sing," he eyed the stage, it currently being empty, and added with a low growl "Kick th'other shet te th'curb."
Such words of encouragement.
He wanted her to sing, wanted to see her perform, but he also didn't want her to move yet. His claws were quite firmly holding her hips, but not so hard it would hurt, and he dared not move his face which was now just barely brushing against hers as he became enthralled with her pristine white neck. If she listened closely she would hear his breathing as he took in her scent, his mouth opening slightly as though it were making him hungry. Quite the opposite, really, or as far opposite as 'amorous' was from 'hungry'. "Ye look..." he started, tongue wanting desperately to have an encore of its performance at the auction, "...Really good," Icky managed to finish with a breathy sigh. If someone tried to pry his attention away from this ghoul at that moment, it would be nigh impossible.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:39 pm
Colette shook her head. "I don't know Riley much at all, really. And the text message came from a 'secret admirer.'" Frowning, she again considered that she may have made a mistake, but that just wasn't possible! She went to Riley's room like she was supposed to. "I thought that was you. It said 'Please come meet me in Riley's dorm, signed your secret admirer.'" Okay, that wasn't exactly it, but she said the gist of the text. "I mean, you were the one there taking me." It seemed obvious it was him at the time.
Sighing in frustration, Colette opened her phone again but paused to explain. "I wasn't going to go, I didn't have anyone to go with. Once I got the message, I figured someone wanted to actually go with me so I showed up." Augh. She realized how pathetic that sounded.
Riley didn't send it, did she?.. Colette was thinking about it. She wasn't her secret admirer - she clearly had someone else from what Colette saw. Was it a joke? She didn't really know what to make of it. Colette had the text brought up now and furrowed her brows. Perhaps the answer was quite simple.
Selecting a few buttons on the screen, Colette called the number the message had come from and flopped against the back of her seat with an unhappy face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:43 pm
Still sucking on ice cubes and attempting to nurse a battered ego, Christof jumped as his eye-phone suddenly screamed. Who would be calling him here? Who would be calling him EVER? He frowned, lifting it to check the number and- Oh Hell's Bells. He glanced up to where Calder and Colette were sitting, face white as he quickly silenced it and tried to look as though he hadn't just received a call.
There was a lady waiting for him on a bench, afterall... He couldn't waste any more time with Colette's tongue lashings.
Or even Barth's if he found out he had spammed her phone.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:57 pm
Secret Admirer? He didn't even KNOW Colette until now, and he had assumed Riley just wanted someone to take her friend and that she knew. His eyes darted to look at Riley, but the ghoul was busy teaching G how to dance or at least not crush people on the dance floor. It seemed that the girl with all the plans and good intentions hadn't covered her bases and had let Calder step into a fake crush he never had. Did Riley even GET what he liked? Of course not! She just magically assumed she could pick and pair people better than they could.
Now he was left in a situation with a girl who was going to feel like dirt if she didn't already. Huffing, the girl called the number, and Calder looked over to check Riley, but the girl didn't even glance at her phone. Calder then glanced at Malodore seeing as he was beside Riley's purse. Nope. Nothing there. At long last, he glanced around and caught Chrsitof by the punch table, and then noticed his hand slip something back into his pocket.
That dirty little….
Reaching over, he plucked the phone from Colette and checked the number. Christof. He knew that number anywhere. Frowning, he looked over to her and smiled. "You know what, it's probably a fake number. Whoever has a crush on you clearly didn't have the guts to meet you at Riley's place, and it was a good thing I was there. I would have been all alone, and you wouldn't have gone at all. A ghoul like you needs to be taken out. I'm just sorry that whoever called didn't have the balls to take such a fun and considerate ghoul out. It's clear why someone would admire you, but they probably will go on admiring you since they didn't feel inclined to find you." He deleted the number as best he could, hoping it did it right (technology was a new thing he was figuring out), and handed her the phone back. "So screw that. How about we just enjoy yourself? Want to dance?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:03 pm
Malodore shook his head at the goings-on on the dance floor - oh, the plague doctor was most definitely amused. But, as it glanced around the room, it realized there was someone else that it very much wished to speak with... given that its target was apparently currently capable of answering without resorting to paper and pencil.
It sidled around the dance floor again, heading towards a familiar hunch-backed shape who seemed to be fiddling around with ice cubes. "Ah, Christof... that was a most interesting performance," it said, as it approached the patchwork's side. "I was not aware you could sing." Its tone was wholly curious, not condemning in the least - oh, it very much wanted to know what had prompted this development!
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:07 pm
Christof gave a squeak, expecting Colette to come charging at him with swords a blazing but- no- no it was a different red-clad figure. Master Malodore! Who- he sagged, face going from patchy pale to patchy red as he slumped, "I... er... Don't. Er. Uthually, thir." He managed weakly, positively trembling to be speaking- actually SPEAKING with his hero. "It... it was Mithter Calder'th idea and I ah... didn't particularly care for it. Um." He tugged at his jacket, glancing over his hunch to the table with Calder and Colette again before quickly trying to lead Malodore more out of sight. See? He was busy. Too busy to be yelled at for his half-hazard matchmaking skills.
"Are... er... you hawing a good time, Mathter?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:15 pm
"Calder's idea? Hmm." Malodore tilted its head to one side and followed Christof, though it didn't put together that the patchwork was trying to get out of someone's line of sight. "Was there already a functional tongue inside your mouth? I do admit I appreciate being able to communicate with you in a wholly clear fashion, but... you look uncomfortable, more than mentally. Show me?"
It was more a request than a command, but it knew Christof appreciated commands.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:20 pm
"W-what, right here in front of eweryone?" The igor squeaked, glancing around frantically before somewhat-squaring his shoulders. Master malodore had asked and he would oblige out of respect. Although he didn't have to like it. Nervously, he opened his mouth, swallowing the most recent ice cube as quickly as he could. It hadn't done much for the swelling, nor the blistering it seemed, but it had helped numb it better. Sure, it didn't help with his enunciation, but who needed enunciation when you were about to go "Make Out" as Calder had put it, with the hotty probably getting annoyed that he kept running away. The seam was raw, more raw than when Riley had glanced at it, the stitches pulling and tearing through the rotting flesh of a tongue that seemed completely blocked from the Fear that usually helped a patchwork pop any ol' part into place. His mouth was a disaster zone, and he quickly shut it again once the Plague Doctor had had a good enough look. "Itth um. I... I uthually er..." He winced, the act of trying to explain only making matters worse, it seemed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:29 pm
"Nobody can see you," Malodore reassured it; it was certain the spectacle on the dance floor was more than interesting enough. It did, however, position itself so that Christof's face was visible only to it.
Its mouth was... as one would expect, quite frankly. Except for the tongue. If its beak allowed, Malodore would have frowned at it. "The rest of your mouth seems normal enough, given your circumstances, but that tongue... it does not seem to be meshing with the rest of your parts at all. What was the tongue's source? It could have been too old... ma non, you know your way around a slab well enough... something else is causing this."
Its eyes narrowed behind the lenses. "If nothing else, you definitely need a different tongue. That one is decomposing quite badly." It had smelled the stench of it, even through the smell of non-existent dental hygiene that had emanated from the patchwork's maw.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:32 pm
"A... another one?" Christof looked terrified, his pubescent, accented voice cracking again as he looked at Maladore with a horrified expression. "I... I... I c-c-couldn't! I- M-my- My M-math-" He stopped, wincing as he shook his head, "N-not thuppothed to..." He finished lamely. "I... I thould... go b-back to M-mith Morrigan I'we been keeping her waiting and..." He fidgeted, clearly on the verge of a panic attack.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:39 pm
"Calm down," Malodore said, putting one hand on the patchwork's shoulder (as best it could, anyway). "If you intend to continue using a tongue, you need a fresh one. That is all. And if you do not..."
Master, was it? And definitely not Riley or Bartholomew. No, this had to be a pre-existing condition. "... that is your own choice, surely? I appreciate your being able to speak, but not at the cost of such pain to you." That last was said firmly, almost a little protectively.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:39 pm
Siddie couldn't help giggling at Christof and Calder's performance, despite the patchwork's apparent discomfort. He could have refused if he really didn't want to, she figured. The scareoke was going better than anticipated; at least most of the singers so far could carry a tune, if given a proper bucket to do it with.
Maybe she should try singing herself. Sammy had done it, and been super-cute about it.
Before she'd made up her mind, however, G came charging determinedly past to "ask" Riley to dance. Once again, Siddie covered her mouth to stifle a fit of giggles. She supposed G's enthusiasm was a point in his favor, if nothing else.
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