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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 6:58 pm
Dust curled around a shabby cardboard box, bent and ripped in places, as it and its contents were ceremoniously dropped on top of a desk. Evidently it had been a while since a student stayed in this particular room, and even longer since staff may have taken their time to give the furniture a good dusting and de-webing. While some monsters might like spider companions, the young wolf demon begged to differ. Nothing was more cliché than cob webs clinging to the corners of a bedroom; nothing, that is, except for strategically placed toilet paper.
And only the poor would ever consider that as proper decorating, Tristan thought in disgust. Why would anyone want to hang tissue meant to clean your dirty bits on a wall? He eyed the box, its lid already opened from the impact of the drop. This was the very last thing he took from his parents, and seeing that he hardly needed any more help to move things into his new living quarters, they decided the best thing to do was to wish him luck, remind him that failure was not an option, and take their leave back to the Bailey Manor.
Tristan did not want to spend the rest of his day unpacking his belongings and unconsciously sulking about it. His tail flicked in agitation as he thought the possibilities to himself. No, he simply would not be spending the rest of his day locked up in a room. He was in a new environment, with new people and new places to explore! Perhaps he'd find some students to call friends later. Maybe. Or maybe not. Either way, he needed to get out.
With his mind made up, he pocketed a few essentials (dorm key, skelephone, wallet, an odd pack of small white paper...) and left the demon dorms. He wasn't sure where he was going, but it didn't really matter in the end. That's what exploring is all about, right?
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 7:54 pm
Okay, now that she'd gotten the last of her stuff into her room, Shehk found herself at that one passage that most girls did. Her bed had been pretty much dropped in the middle of her room (Where else did one put a dog-sized bed? Clearly it was ideal to her. But after that, it was mostly a halfhazard tossing of things into some semblance of an order (onto the floor or a chair or onto a desk). It didn't help that putting her stuff down was causing all sorts of dust to stir up, amongst other things, noting a certain creepy-crawling vanish away into one corner.
THERE.
SHE WAS UNPACKED. Or something like that, she hoped. Either way, it was with a moment of staring at her own skelephone (WTF, how did this thing work??), her eyePod, plugging one earbud into an ear before pocketing her room keys in one pocket and heading out herself. She needed fresh air! Since her room smelt like someone had left a body in the middle of the floor for a few weeks and let it get rancid.
Which was both delicious and disgusting at the same time to her.
Door locked behind her, however, Shehk made an unusual escape out of her window, balancing carefully on it before she'd managed to circus-performer herself down to the ground.
GOOOAAALLLL!!!!
"Hope an open window will air that out a little..." she frowned, glancing up at it, before going on a jog to get away from the building for a bit.
Nobody would eeeevveeerrr miss her~
Now she needed to make a note to get a broom to clean off some surfaces (like all that there dust), and maybe someone who wanted to eat some spiders. Could she stash a.... s**t, what ate spiders???? She didn't know! AHH!
Though obviously she'd taken to thinking about that once she'd hit the pathway between the dorm buildings. Hmmm.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:03 pm
Tristan's hands were skillfully fiddling around with a few things while he made his way down the cobbled path from the Demon Dorms. For someone who showed little interest in the world around him, he certainly held a sort of attentiveness that only followed a curious cat with a death wish. Perhaps it was the new environment that laid before him, or perhaps it was that he didn't wish to walk into any living or inanimate being on his first outing on campus.
It was with those keen golden eyes that he saw her leap from her bedroom window and land in the dried grasses below. A furry eyebrow rose, his curiosity peeked by the recognition of a pair of ears and fluffy tail that matched his own, only lighter in color. The building she evacuated so haphazardly was not connected to the dorms that he belonged to, which would mean that unless she was escaping a dorm she did not live in, she was no demon like he. Tristan was unfamiliar with other monsters and Halloween Town miscreants (or so his parents call them), and so he changed his route to follow her.
He brought his hands to his face and, in one swift movement, he licked the edges of a white piece of paper. His fingers nimbly began to roll the parchment into a tight spindle before he called out, "Do you not have doors in your dorms? You should probably get that taken care of, as doors are rather useful, don't you think?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:22 pm
He had not been hard to pick up when the scent of smoke (lingering, it seemed..) caught her nose, immediately crinkling her nose while she- dammit. There wasn't, yet again, a bag at her hip for her to fish an air freshener out of. It seemed, unfortunately for Shehk, that this meeting was going to have to be spared the 'YOU SMELL BADS' counteraction.
So she'd be making a face the whole time. THE WHOLE TIME. Or until fresh air kicked in like the magical thing it was. Whichever.
However, the first reaction she had to Tristan's 'greeting' (which was accompanied by a crinkled nose) was to plant one hand on her hip and frown at him. It wasn't a really extreme frown, but there was a slight disapproval in it that was only multiplied by the crinkled nose.
God, what had he been baking in? There was just something that seemed 'soaked' in terms of how he smelled. Like he'd just been rolling all over in the stuff. Really, didn't boys know that a little went a long way?
"And after doors there are hallways and stairs and other doors. Really, this solution is more efficient than that. Besides..." she glanced at the building, and then frowned... "It smells funny the further down you get in there." She looked at the paper in his hands, and then crinkled her nose further. Oh no he wasn't!
"Not that you'd be able to smell it when you smell like that." she added in further observation. Really, this body had an even smaller nasal cavity than her 'true' body and yet this smelt that bad. She couldn't even imagine how bad it was when she didn't just have smelling-capabilities, but SMELLING CAPABILITIES. Noses were a curse sometimes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 8:48 am
It was just as well that Shehk had forgotten her spray militia, as it was certain that the young wolf demon would not have appreciated such a greeting and would have retaliated in the form of a smoke ring to the face, and well, that would not have been a good start of a newly formed friendship. Usually. It was as though love and hate intermingled and followed the Pricolici closely like a shadow, and unfortunately for her, Tristan would not be an exception to this curse.
A smirk pinched at the subtle dimples of his cheeks when she took her defiant stance. My, was she feisty, though a bit too up-tight for his tastes. Perhaps he would make it his mission for the coming evening to teach her how to...loosen up a bit. He continued to saunter towards her as he reached a hand into his pant's pocket, trying to find the lighter that would inevitably help him relax as well. Clearly, he was not bothered by whatever aroma clung to the furs of his jacket, or what other people might think of it.
"Wait, wait --- more efficient? Sounds more lazy to me, though it's puzzling that you would put yourself in that kind of danger. I don't suppose you can sew yourself right back up should you lose an arm.....though now that you mention it, the place certainly smells like you could."
Indeed, despite being trapped in his own cloud of stench, Tristan didn't not completely fail in having a sense of smell (after all, he is a wolf demon). As he got closer to the dorm, he caught a whiff of the mold and decay from the students that lingered for too long, or worse, simply decomposed within its walls.
"Aah, the undead. And you think my smoke smells bad? Tch." His fingers wrapped themselves around a cold, metal cube within the confinements of his pocket and lifted it out, giving it a little shake to pop open the lid. "Undead or no, you really outta exchange that scowl for a smile more often, it would do you good. And maybe if you tell me your name, I might not even light up right away, if it really bothers you."
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 9:35 am
"A little danger is menial compared to my previous death." she said, waving an arm with a sort of dismissal of the risk. It was really hard to feel 'too' threatened by more than fi-.. she seemed to bristle ever so slightly at the lighter, eyes flashing. It may have been a similar reaction amongst other undead as well; They just didn't like fire. She also didn't really like the sun all that much either, but it was less likely to burn her s**t than that lighter in Tristan's hand was. She didn't exactly have any way to fix up a burn-scar. To an extent she would heal it, since undead or not she was still 'functioning' to that extent. The minor she could deal with, the major was where everything got out of hand and ******** her over.
"I think a lot of things smell bad, honestly. Just like there are things I think smell good... like fresh air." she answered plainly, forcing herself to straighten up and look less defensive than she'd suddenly jumped into. Better to just TRY to relax instead of look ready to bite someone's face off (though sometimes she was tempted to bite. But that was a blood!want thing going on there...), just folding her arms.. which was a slight upgrade from them planted on her hips earlier with her grimace-frown of disapproval.
"It's simply what comes with the territory of over-sensitive smelling abilities." she said with a little less bite and more of an explanation. Truly, she would have never wished her nose upon anybody else. Hell, the only reason she had any sort of 'clean' habits was because of said nose. Even then her dirty laundry would sit for weeks if she wasn't nagged about getting it done. Maybe this place would turn her into a somewhat 'proper' female. Hmm.
Though now it seemed she was being, more or less, blackmailed for her name. Which was, sadly, a very tempting offer... and honestly, that possibility to prevent MORE of the smoke somehow made Shehk a little bit more -pleasant-, even going as far as to offer a sort of lop-sided smile. Clearly she was a bit more 'prim from afar, rough-around-the-edges up close'.
"'Maybe'~?" she repeated, quirking a brow. "Well, there are certainly nicer ways to ask, but it's Shehk." it was followed with a shrug. "And you?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 10:28 am
"See? That's much better. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased, glad to see that the ghoul was at least trying to relax around him. As he may or may not have promised, he closed the cap of the lighter with a satisfying click! and returned it to its home in his right hip pocket. The joint itself had magically disappeared between putting the lighter away and forming his introduction; it would be up his sleeve for all Shehk knew.
"I'm Tristan. Tristan Bailey if you're curious, though that's all you need to know from me." He said with a wink. It could possibly be dangerous for him to joke about his full name with a stranger, but as it was, he was incredibly confident that nobody would guess his middle name and acquire his servitude as they see fit. Any traces or inklings have been carefully destroyed through the use of fire or sharpie vandalism.
"So, your previous death? How did you die, exactly, or is that something that is taboo to talk about?" The Undead was not a subject matter that he was familiar with, and besides, any story that involved death and overcoming its inanimate tendencies had to be at least a little bit interesting.
"I try to ignore the scents, to be honest. It became entirely too overwhelming to be able to smell so much in one breath, so I tuned it out. I can bring it back if I really want to, I'm sure, but I'm not in any hurry to know just how sour the apples are growing in that gnarly tree over yonder."
When he finally met up with Shehk, he gestured a hand to continue to move forward along the path. Evidently they were now going to go for a walk together.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 10:49 am
Oh, well they were getting fancy it seemed! Which of course meant Shehk needed to be 'fancy' as well. "Last names too? Well I certainly have that as well; Shehk Strigoi." she corrected. Hey, if he shared his full name (As she saw it. Who had middle names anyways?) she would share hers. Besides, it was rare to find multiple names amongst the citizens of Halloweentown.
Either way, it seemed she wasn't completely against the idea of going on a walk with ashmouth Tristan. Especially given how much more she relaxed when the lighter was put away. Hey, when not fearing she may randomly be lit-up things were a lot less stressful on the Pricolici.
"Well, to be honest I can only assume so much about my death. I barely remember anything of my unlife without even trying to figure out how my life before it went..." she trailed off, before sighing, that frown coming back as she thought about it. But after a moment of that thought, she reached up and grabbed one of her ears to tug on it.
"I was a werewolf, and.." she seemed to grimace, but she yanked up the bottom hem of her shirt to show the stitched up hole in her abdomen. It wasn't a big hole. In fact, it'd probably been smaller before whatever was in it was yanked out. "I was apparently hunted. That's all I can surmise of it. It could have been different." Honestly, she didn't seem to bothered by it.
Then again, she hadn't even shown off the autopsy stitching. THAT was a little more.. of a squick-y ground for her, because that was harder to explain what just had happened.
"So I guess, long story short, I just really failed at being a monster. We'll see if I do better with a little vampirism." There was a pause after this before she waved her hand again, "I'm a Pricolici." she clarified, in case it wasn't a 'common' thing. Hey, she wasn't sure just how common her 'race' was.
She had certainly never met another one. She would have remembered that.
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