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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:12 pm
exclaim Calling all Trappers! exclaim Once upon a time a little mouse appeared inside Amityville Academy. It was deemed Harmless and left alone (after all, the sound of a skittering mouse adds quite the ambiance to the quiet hallways!). All was well -- that is, until another one showed up. Then another. Followed by yet another. Now? Now the neat and hushed skittering of little paws is constant. Banging on the walls doesn't help, the mice are too smart for normal traps, and to top it all off there's been a recent ban on cheese to try and thin their numbers. What's to do? Simple:
It's time to build a better mouse trap.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:14 pm
exclaim How to Play exclaim  - Check out the following post. These are your supplies. - Pick at least THREE items from the supply list and write a short RP post (please no longer than three or four paragraphs!) with any character (currently enrolled and existing, approved, or questing) working with the materials in some way in relation to capturing mice. - PLEASE DO NOT USE ANY FEAR OR NATURAL ABILITIES. Using either is instant disqualification, even if you ARE a Pied Piper of Scrags. - No RP, no loot. Please put some effort into this! - The success(es) of your traps will be announced at the end. - This event will end on Monday, September 13th at 7pm PST.- If you already possess a black and orange Scrag, you are not eligible for another one. Sorry! You can still earn Pumpkin Points, however. - ONE ENTRY PER PERSON PLEASE!- At the top of your post, please include the following form:
[b]Items Used:[/b] (Minimum of Three!)
[b]Your Character's Name:[/b]
[b]Race/Subspecie:[/b]
[b]Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable?[/b] Yes/No
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:28 pm
exclaim Your Supplies exclaim Remember, you need to use at least THREE of these items! You may use as many as you'd like. LOST AND FOUND BOX SUPPIES:x2 Dry Chalk Erasers x3 School Desks x1 Chair x1 Shovel x1 Stick x1 Empty Lunchbox x2 Jackets x1 Anti-Charm Bracelet x3 Pens x5 Rubber Bands x3 Rubber Erasers x1 Card Game Deck (contains 47 cards) x2 Buttons x2 Toy Carriage x4 Shoeboxes x2 Pairs of Socks x2 Bleached Undergarments x3 Skull Bead Necklaces x1 Metal Coiled Spring x1 Top Hat x2 Toy Hellhorses x1 Potted Plant x1 Empty Lost & Found Box
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:29 pm
NOW OPEN!
Remember, you have until Monday, September 13th at 7pm PST to get your entries in! Good luck, and have fun! exclaim FAQ exclaim
What do you want us to write about? Using the items, working with other students, building the trap...?Oops! Edited it in to make more sense. XD ;; I'd like the RP posts to be in relation to using the materials to some extent -- you can use it to build a trap or something completely different if that's more your character's style. Can I use every item?As long as you don't write me a novel, knock yourself out. How many entries can I have?One entry per person, please. I want to use just three items. If I pick the desks, will those be my three items?Not at all! Please specify what you're using and how many -- if you want to use a desk, a coat, and a stick then you'd list x1 Desk, x1 Coat, x1 Coat in the items area. Someone else picked the items I wanted.Everyone can use every item. : D It doesn't matter if there's only one of a specific item and six different people use it. Pretend the supply list is what everyone was issued, rather than a pile of supplies that everyone can grab from. But there's only one empty Lost and Found box. HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT MARU???More than one department in the school had a Lost and Found box before Red stole it For Greater Justice.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:14 pm
Items Used: 1 Top hat, 1 Shovel, 2 Rubber bands
Your Character's Name: Maggie
Race/Subspecie: Monster/Werecat
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable?No
Maggie was awakened by the obnoxious skittering once again. At first she didn't really mind. Mice were cute and quite tasty. But then, it became more frequent and increasingly annoying. Mags was going stir crazy and decided to catch some mice to stop the racket so she could sleep. And get a snack, of course.
Slapping on a pair of jeans under her overly large "I <3 Jack" shirt, she padded out into the hallway and saw a box sitting by the stairs. On it the words "LOST AND FOUND" had been scribbled out and underneath was written "SUPPLIES". Attached was a note telling students to pick a few things in the box and try to catch some of those stupid mice.
"Alrighty then. Time for a midnight snack", she said to herself with a wicked little grin that was quite uncharacteristic. Maggie began digging through the box and pulled out the top hat and putting it on. "Who would forget their top hat? Sheesh..." Somehow, someone had also stuck a shovel in there. Maggie shrugged and picked out a couple rubber bands and ran off to try to find a possible mouse hole in one of the walls.
She listened and noticed the scurrying sounds were particularly heavy in one area, so she stopped and stood, staring at the wall. Leaning on the shovel, she contemplated what to do next without damaging the building. Maggie began wondering what would happen if she did start into the wall with the shovel. Would they fine her? Give her detention? Make her repair it herself?
Finally, Maggie decided it was best to find out on her own and used one rubber band to tie her long black hair back, and the other to hold the excess of the shirt she had on. After all, who wanted to get tangled up in their own night shirt? Pushing the top hat back a bit further, she raised the shovel and began chipping away at the poor wall, hoping to eventually get some sort of reward in the form of a tasty mousy morsel.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:25 pm
Items Used: 1 Jacket, 1 Shoebox, 1 Card Game Deck, 1 Bleached Underpants, & 1 Stick.
Your Character's Name: Colette Lacroix
Race/Subspecie: Reaper
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? Nope!
The dorm room door slammed closed as a pile of junk was dropped to the floor. Colette let out a loud huff before surveying her room. Little brown pellets trailed around the walls causing her face to scrunch in fury. I just cleaned the room. The somethings must have produced another trail of nasty reminders they existed while I was getting supplies..
The Scrags had been leaving crap all around her room and Colette was tired of cleaning it up. She finally decided to take action and had picked some junk up from the lost and found to hopefully find out what it was and stop it from ever coming back. Plopping to the carpet, Colette stared at the items now laying on her floor. A jacket, one stick, some cards, a shoebox and.. a bleached cloth item. I hope that's a handkerchief. She picked up the jacket and stuffed it in the crack under her door so the thing couldn't escape or enter.
Quickly crawling to the hole in the wall, Colette took the shoebox and ripped off the top then proceeded to rip the top into two halves. Carefully angling the stick right on the front of the hole, she leaned the inside of the box onto the stick. Taking each half of the top she tightly put them against the sides of the box and led it to the wall. Perfect! No little blur from that hole can get passed that! Though it really was nothing special she hoped for the best. All that was left was to wait, and as soon as the trap went off she'd stuff the "handkerchief" into the hole which would surely keep all away.
Laying close to the trap, Colette played with the cards in wait...
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:28 am
Items Used: 2 rubber bands, 1 sock, 2 buttons, 2 bleached undergarments, 3 skull necklaces, 1 potted plant, 1 pen, 1 toy hellhorse, 1 card
Your Character's Name: Chloe
Race/Subspecie: Ghost/Lady in White
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? No
Normally, Chloe wouldn't have paid attention to the tiny rodents. Being dead tends to make you apathetic to minor annoyances. (Or, in Miss Chloe's case, plain apathetic.) However, seeing all the others freak out and do something about the mice invasion prompted the ghost to follow and help her fellow students.
Normally, she would have just observed someone and made the very same trap as they did; but the first two “traps” she'd seen had quickly turned out to be complete failures. Therefore, she attempted to come up with her own construct. Maybe someone would notice she's the author and thank her?
(Also, this wouldn't make for a very exciting entry if she didn't come up with her own thing.)
Without a word, and very calmly, she selected a whole bunch of things, seemingly randomly, from the lost and found supplies box. It didn't take Chloe long to fiddle a bit more with the objects: stuffing the bleached undergarments in a sock (blissfully ignorant of the implications of having undergarments in a lost and found box), tying a rubber band around the open end to make a tail, gluing two buttons for the ears, drawing a very dead “x_x” face to perfect the makeshift dead mouse doll, then wrapping another rubber band around the plushie's “neck” to hang it on a branch of the potted plant. The hardest part was done. Here was the gibbet!
The Lady in White placed it in the area she last saw a mouse. Then she took the skull beads from the necklaces, discarding the rest completely, and placed then under the parody of a gibbet on the ground, as if the doll hadn't been the first victim. In the middle, she left a small toy hellhorse for good measure. It seemed ferocious enough for an immobile toy.
The artistic construct lacked one thing: a caption. Using the plain back of a card, she wrote in big letters “keep coming and you're next” and carefully placed it near the pot.
Perfect. A threat should be enough. And even if that didn't work, she wasn't above replacing the mouse doll with a real one. Or leaving dead ones among the skull beads.
Of course, as she left, Chloe still hadn't considered the fact it was unlikely Scrags could read.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 6:21 am
Items Used: x2 Shoeboxes, x1 Card Game Deck, x2 Dry Chalk Erasers, x2 Toy Carriage, x2 Toy Hellhorses, x2 Pairs of socks, x5 Rubber Bands
Your Character's Name: Rain Rottingham
Race/Subspecie: Zombie/Hunter
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? No
Rain did not understand as well as the other students. While she was faster and smarter than your traditional zombie, she was still a member of the walking dead. Her brain had the wear and tear of rot and sometimes, even a simple concept of catching mice went over her head. Why were the mice troublesome? She liked their movement at night. They were hunters, like she. Survivalists, like she. She really didn't want to play a part in their capture. However, she couldn't sit back and do nothing. Would they recognize her as an ally? Even if not, she couldn't stand by and let them get captured by the others. They'd be tortured, squished, or even eaten! She could not allow this. Not to her little buddies. She knew what it was like to be undesired and unwanted because of what you were.
She jumped out of the room and over to the lost and found box. After making a quick assessment, she grabbed a large quantity of items. She had to walk back to her room, an action that felt foreign to her but she had no choice. Her arms were too full of items to be of use.
First, she took the shoeboxes and tore off a space for a door and a couple for windows. She unrolled the socks and folded each individual sock in half before placing them in the house. There, that makes four beds. She took out a few of the cards and began to make a short pathway from each house. Taking the two dry chalk erasers, she set them up. Ok, they were ugly trees but she had little to work with. Her final touch was placing a carriage and hellhorse nearby each home. Perhaps they could pretend to go on adventures in them. Rain paused and looked over her leftover supplies. She put all but one rubber band around her wrist. She'd need extras in case they broke easily. She took the remaining cards and folded them in half and then in half again, making little pieces of ammo. She turned and pounced up on her bed.
If any mouse came through the door, they'd be allowed to scamper over to the protective houses. If any student, creature or unwanted object attempted entry, she would pelt them with paper cards faster than they could say Jack Skellington. She spread the rubber band between her finger and her thumb and took aim with one of the paper cards. She would be ready. She could lay still endlessly and never feel a cramp or grow tired. It was good to be dead.
If any mice accepted her offering of help, she'd take them somewhere they would be accepted and not treated as a nuisance. Perhaps a boneyard? A part of her hoped that she could befriend one and keep him as a pet. Sometimes it got so lonely here at school.
But now was not the time to think of such things. This was a time of war. As loudly as she could muster, she yelled out,
"SANCTUAAAAAAAAAAARY!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:46 am
Items Used: x1 Empty Lunchbox, x1 Card Game Deck, x1 Stick, x2 Pairs of Socks
Your Character's Name: LW (Little Wolfe) Tamaroc
Race/Subspecie: Monster/Werewolf
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? Nope!
Clickclickclickclick...sneeze.
Her eyes flashed and LW focused on the hole that housed the little nuisances. Little feet scampering around inside the walls. Nails clicking against the wood. It was driving the she-wolf crazy! Crazy to the point of needing to exact some revenge on the little buggers. But in order to do that, she needed them to come out of the walls. Which was why LW was sitting a small distance away from their front door. The hole in the wall she'd discovered upon a little exploration. Along with a few other nifty things.
Needing to find something to do about the menaces, LW had gone looking for any sort of holes in the wall that she could stalk and try to capture them from. While looking, she happened to slip on a sock and went crashing down, some how or another getting a good whiff of the stinkers. And boy, were they stinkers alright! She almost passed out. But they gave her an idea and she spotted the toxic twin just to her side. Right by a menace hole. And then she stumbled across what she at first thought was a "junk" box. After a pawing through it a bit, her eyes lit up and she grabbed up a few items. With a devious grin, she shuffled over to the hole.
After some careful work (and trying not to gag at the horrific smell of what she swore were someone's long forgotten gym socks), LW had an empty lunch box balanced precariously open with a stick. The socks were placed invitingly inside the lunch box while the werewolf sat and played around with a deck of cards she'd also discovered. You just wait, nuisances. Those socks will make you drop dead! At a distance, the socks smelled like rotten cheese to the werewolf's nose. Perfect bait for the critters. But as soon as the stick was knocked and the lunch box lid closed, trapping them in there with those socks? Buh bye nuisances! She snickered and waited to see her trap in action.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 10:47 am
Items Used: x1 Shovel, x3 Rubber Bands, x1 Undergarments, x1 Chair
Your Character's Name: Johnathan Apollyon
Race/Subspecie: Demon/Pit Lord
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? Nope!
Johnathan wore his tell-tale Face of Determination - brows furrowed and tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth. He was out to catch Scrags! Or mice. Or mouse-scrags. Or simply something, but damn this trap would be EPIC. He had scrounged together all manner of bizarre objects - a shovel, one rubber band and some underwear. Bleached, of course. Smiling to himself, he thought his trap was nothing short of pure excellence. He would put an end to the mice's total domination of the school and would be deemed a hero! A legend! His chest puffed out as he surveyed his items: a chair, a shovel, a pair of bleached underwear and three rubber bands, all the Weapons of War.
The mice were littering (figuratively and literally) the hallways with bodies, droppings and other assorted nastiness. Personally, rats were somewhat allies of Johnathan - his pet of choice being locusts, but rats were gross and gross was Good. The Pit Lord smiled as he danced around his supplies, imbuing them with Mice Trapping Capabilities. He was so excited that he busted out in a terrible Irish jig before setting everything up in the hallway.
The idea was as follows: the chair would act as a slingshot, Johnathan laying beneath it with one rubber band strung between the front two legs. His weapon of choice? Undawarez. He would shoot the underwear at the mouse to disorient it, then bop it on the head with a shovel. What use were the other two rubber bands used for? Well, if the first one broke from his genius plan!
What made it all the more special was Johnathan's special War Stance - butt in the air like a cat ready to pounce, shovel waiting by his side for its moment of truth. Mice, beware!
"This... is... AMITYVILLE!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 2:22 pm
Items Used: 1X Empty Lost& Found box, 1X Stick, 5X Rubber band, 1X Pair of socks. Your Character's Name: Leviathan Race/Subspecie: Monster - Midgard Serpent Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? Nope It was that sound again. That horrible sound. Levi always hated mice, but not this much. Now, they really started to get on his nerves. So, he finally decided to kill some of them. To keep himself sane.
He walked himself to the small Lost & found/Supplies box. He started shuffling the box, but none of the items were really useful. It was at that moment he remembered that trick his dad used to capture those mice.
He quickly emptied the box, then putting the box on his head. He then took a stick, all the rubber bands, and a pair of socks, that just so happened to smell like cheese. Cheddar to be exact. He then went into his room.
In his room, he searched for the corner that seemed to have the most noise. He then put the stick under one of the corners of the box. He then tied all of the rubber bands into a rope and tied it under the stick and places the sock in the middle of the box. Now, wait.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:26 pm
Items Used: Pen (x1), Card Game Deck, Shoeboxes (x1), Potted Plant, buttons (x2), skull bead necklace (x1)
Your Character's Name: Calder
Race/Subspecie: Monster - Kelpie
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? Nope
When moving to a new place, he expected a level of class for a school his parents said taught some of the best families around. The facilities had been grand as far as he had seen (lots of rivers and swamps), and he was just in the process of arranging his room when he started to notice the mouse problem. It wasn’t something he was unfamiliar with. Mice came from the woods into his house all the time back where he lived, but he was finding it hard to just grab one of the clever devils and toss them into a jug of water like he typically would do. This wasn’t just one little critter coming in to run around, but a whole block party located in the walls, moving about with the clear impression that they were getting settled in for a long stay. It was the noise that bugged him and the constant surprise of moving one of his chests (he had yet to unpack all the way) that caused him to neigh in a much too high pitch. It wasn’t making him any friends when he had to explain to his dorm neighbors that it must have been some other horse-like creature making all the ruckus, but that had not been the last straw.
It was in the process of moving some wicker baskets that he noticed a small hole. For anything else, he would have cared less, but it was this particular basket that sent his heart clenching. Falling to his knees, he lifted up the lid and gave out a little sob. Tenderly, like cradling a wounded pet, Calder dipped down and picked up a chewed copy of Leather Reigns, a classic September edition that he cherished. Pressing his lips tightly, he opened the pages, watching a ripped up centerfold fall onto his lap in little scraps of it’s former, glossy self. He stifled a whimper as he picked a piece by the corner, having nothing more than pieces of the once dashing blonde stallion that graced its page. A slender leg here, half a tail here, and a piece that could have been an ear were all that were left.
They had gone too far! This was WAR.
Securing his magazine collection, Calder set out to gather anything he could that could harm a mouse. (It was times like these he wished he was friends with a maniac butcher.) What he gathered was less than fatal. A pen, a deck of cards, a shoebox (for horseshoes), a pair of buttons, and a skull bead necklace he never did wear. He sat on the ground, wondering how fast he would have to be to stake a mouse with a pen when he glanced back at his chewed magazine and felt the fire of determination. Then an idea came to him.
Kneeling down, he popped the cap of the pen and started to scribble on the box, creating windows and fake siding with a sign that said “Mice! Mice! Mice! XXXXXX!” and pushed out the windows to make them look like they were open panels. It was a rather crude brothel, but seeing as they had eaten his magazine, he knew they didn’t have an eye for art. With the cards, he found a couple of Queens and mouse-ified them, drawing ears, whiskers, pointy noises and tails. He placed these cards inside the box in front of the open windows. Sexy bait to lure in the mice – or at least the male ones. He’d have to try it out with the Kings later to catch the rest.
Then, laughing in a way that would have made a mad scientist proud, he lifted the “roof” of the brothel and placed in a potted plant. A rather deadly creature somewhat related to a Venus Fly Trap with snapping teeth and a huge appetite. Setting it in, he closed the lid and noticed that the door to let the mice in gave away the snapping plant inside. Thinking, he leaned over and set the beaded necklace in front of the door, stringing it like a beaded curtain and using the buttons to pin the thing up. The buttons, generic ones meant to inspire, somehow seemed fitting with the words “WOW!” and “Great Job!”
Proud of disguising his trap, he got ready to leave. They were bound to be suspicious after all. Closing the door to a crack, he mustered up his best squeaky voice and started to call out. “Ah man! This place is great! Yahoooo! These mice are HOT!” He closed the door quietly, snickering. He was such a clever kelpie. If all went well, he’d have a fat plant by the end of the day.
Looking up, he noticed one monster, a furry beast with 3 eyes, blink at him, no doubt wondering why he thought mice were hot and using such a strange voice. Blushing, he lowered his head, turned, and rushed off. He had a magazine to repair after all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 10:13 pm
Items Used: 2x Dry Chalk Erasers, 1x Top Hat, x1 Chair, x1 Stick, 1x Empty Lunchbox, 2x Rubber Bands, 1x Skull Bead Necklace, 1x Metal Coiled Spring, 2x Jackets, 1x Game Card Deck, 2x Bleached Undergarments, 1x Shovel Your Character's Name: Valencia (Questing) Race/Subspecie: Demon?/Hamadryad Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? But no~! Valencia stared into the box and let out a long sigh. They order hire me to catch mice, and this is what they give me to work with? she mused with annoyance. Brushing back her uncooperative hair, Val whimpered. “Why, oh why, did I not suspect their idea of ‘extra-curricular activities’?”
A second glance into the box perked up her spirits. “Ooh! But there’s a plant in here!” the hamadryad squealed. “That’s perfect! It’s the only thing I’ll need! I-“ She glanced at the form sitting in the box:
Miss Valencia – This is a test of your true worth as an Amityville Academy student. It is not, by any stretch of the imagination, laziness on the staff’s part (in case you had any such delusions). Without using your FEAR, construct a trap using these supplies we selected with your task in mind. This way, we can see what you will be able to do if your powers are no help. I will expect the results on my desk tomorrow, possibly grilled to perfection and slathered in a rich, gory sauce.
- Prof. Shox
P.S. Right. So we are lazy. What’s it to you, kid? It’s our JOB to assign tasks to students. So get to work.
P.P.S. If you can, use the bleached undergarments. I want them out of my sight.
“N-no FEAR?!” Valencia blanched. And, being the animal lover that she was, "GRILLED?! GORY?! SAUCE?!" Finally, with a grimace, she set to work. She removed the chalk erasers at first, and inspected them. Chalky. Good. She held the bleached undergarments gingerly by the waistbands. Better use these. She pulled the top hat out next. "Awesome." Must wear this - for the motivation.
Once she'd finished, Val retreated underneath the jackets. And now we play the waiting game...
(( Aaaaand... some hastily scribbled visuals! Trap set-up In Action (starts with Valencia ever so slightly moving the shovel, releasing spring!) xD Oh, and that last thing says, "unconscious mousie" - the S got cut off ))
(( Unfortunately, THAT monstrosity is my only reference pic for Val so far! x3 ))
(( Hope that isn't too long. ^^;; ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 10:50 pm
Items Used: x1 Dry Chalk Erasers x3 School Desks x1 Shovel x1 Stick x1 Empty Lunchbox x2 Pens x5 Rubber Bands x1 Rubber Erasers x1 Card Game Deck x1 button x1 Toy Carriage x1 Shoebox x1 Undergarments x3 Skull Beads x1 metal Spring x1 Toy Hellhorse x1 Potted Plant x1 Empty Lost & Found Box Your Character's Name: Nukpana Race/Subspecie: Monster/Skinwalker Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? Nope! "OwowowowOW not so HARD!" The nerd protested in a nasally voice, wincing as his back hit the rows of lockers lining the walls with an echo of hollow metal. Nuk gave the zombie a dark look, giving him a rough shake for good measure. Two for flinching. "Save it, nerd. Where's the plans you promised me?" The scrawny, brain-eating student made a face, pausing for a moment as if considering before reaching into his back pocket, producing a folded piece of paper. Nuk snatched it before he had the chance to say anything else, gold eyes gleaming, earning the skinwalker another scowl from his victim. "And you won't beat me up this week, right?" "Ehhhh, I'll think about it," the skinwalker replied in a noncommittal tone, already letting go of the nerd's collar and turning away, already losing interest in him. Instead, his attention was focused on the paper in his hand, already starting to unfold it with a devious, toothy grin. That scrag was as good as his. Already he was planning how just to deliver it to Shehk. Maybe with a noose-bow around it's neck. Or a fork in it's back, all ready for munching. It wasn't more than a mouthful, but everyone seemed to be after them now-a-days... "What the...?! What the hell is this?!""It's your plans you asked for." The zombie replied in a testy tone, obviously feeling huffy that Nuk already wasn't appreciating his hard work. Which might have been an understatement. "You call these plans? I can't put this s**t together, what do you think I am, a geek like you? Screw this, I'll just use a jacking hammer." Crumpling up the paper, the bully pelted it between the zombie's spectacled eyes, skulking off. Once again the nerd wrinkled his nose, reaching up to push his thick orange glasses back up his nose and leaning down to pick up the paper ball as he watched Nuk saunter cockily down the hallway. "Brute." (In case you can't tell from the image [lawl, photobucket won't let me use the large image apparently wtf, so here's part 1 and part 2 for a better look at specific sections] a makeshift cart is made out of a box, two pens as axles, three skull beads and a button as wheels. A hellhorse and the undies are used as decorations. Rubberbands are used to act as a slingshot, with the first desk holding them in place. The cart is pulled back and released, rolling it until it hits the chalk eraser, tipping the whole thing forward to knock over the shovel. The shovel knocks over the cards, dropping a rubber eraser onto the lunchbox and releasing the clasp holding it closed. The door to the lunchbox swings open, knocking the flowerpot off the desk, onto a spring, where it bounces back up to land in the carriage, giving it momentum forward. The forward momentum closes the door, where a stick propped up over the door keeps the empty lost and found box over the x where the scrag is suppose to be during this time. When the door closes, the box falls, and tada! Trapped Scrag! Too bad Nuk's not smart enough to use it. Although at least he was smart enough to try to get a nerd to get his dirty work. Zombies eat a lot of brains, they have to be smart, right? ;D)
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:59 am
Items Used: 1 Shoebox, 1 Pair of Socks, 1 Stick, 5 Rubber Bands
Your Character's Name: Fauste
Race/Subspecie: Reaper / Necromancer
Do you currently own a black and orange Scrag clickable? Nope D:
Right, so enough was enough.
He stared at the empty box of cereal on his table, a small hole at the bottom corner where it had been chewed through, and the contents of the box emptied. On days like this, the pale Necromancer couldn't help but wish that he had been born - well, raised - an undead or a ghost. They seem to have less demanding needs... For example, he saw an undead chewing on someone's left-out-for-too-long sandwich the other day.
"Alright, Seth, I think its time to build a trap for those pesky mice..." Fauste sighed, turning his head to face the soul he had secured a contract with. It simply stared back, tilting its head to a side; to accompany the Necromancer in his daily life, it had "possessed" some old dog bones, although it often looked like it was barely able to keep the skeletal structure of the dog together.
"Alright, lets see..." He muttered, grabbing some items from the lost and found supplies box. Pulling on the pair of socks he had picked up from the box before wearing his shoes, he quickly changed into his sweatshirt for his morning run.
Once he was back, he flopped back down in his chair and took off his shoes and socks, tossing them under his table. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, Fauste started to doodle, trying to come up with the perfect mouse trap. He wasn't a very creative person, however, and the only trap that came to mind was the typical 'box held up by stick and connected to sting that is pulled once target is attracted by bait and goes into the box to get it' trap. Of course, he had to compromise by using what he was given... But still, traditional is best, right?
Setting it up by his cupboard stocked full of food, since Halloween Town cuisine caters more for monsters and frankly, scares him a little, the Necromancer grabbed his bag before heading off to class, leaving Seth behind to watch the trap and pull the "string" if the bait works... And it better work! He was running out of (good) food!
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