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 Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:21 pm
Calder huffed for the bagillionth time that day, frustrate that no matter how much he washed his face, the Spirit Gum from his Forms and Faces class would not get off. While he got the blonde hair dye and most of the glitter off, it still looked as if he had two long horns coming from his forehead and along the top of his head, long ears, spikes, and scales on his face. In short, he went from a glittery, blonde dragon to a pale white one with golden horns. He was NOT a dragon. He was a very proud kelpie and he was close to clawing at his face to make it that way.
Still, ,he paused to look himself in the bathroom mirror before sighing. It was somewhat okay to look scarier than he typically looked, but it hardly was too scary. He looked ....elegant.
Grumbling, he reached up and ruffled his hair, making a mess of it only to have it fall back down in silvery tresses. Damn his kelpie good looks and damn Remi for making him pretty instead of scary!
Flustered, he left the bathroom and moved down the hallway to see if he could find some industrial cleaner from somewhere to clean his face. He heard some of the ghouls in school had some killer makeup remover. He just needed to find a girl. The first one he saw, he would stop.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:49 pm
Almost as if on cue, a ghoul walked by.
This particular girl didn't look like she cared much about her appearance; in fact, she looked about nine years old. Too young to really care about such things, probably. Though even if she was interested, it would probably be very difficult to get good make up on her; her face was half missing, the white skull underneath shining through, and the fleshy half of her face looked bruised and in various stages of decomp.
She hadn't noticed the pretty dragon looking student, her attention seemed to be the ground...or rather her reversed feet. Everything else bent normally and in the proper direction, but her feet from the ankles down - and her hands from the wrist down - seemed completely backwards, twisted in an almost painful way. It seemed the was concentrating more on walking than she was on where she was walking, or who she could potentially bump into.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 6:54 pm
Calder should have taken the time to be more selective, but by definition, if it was a ghoul, they knew makeup. Seeing as his father was a master at it, he could only imagine what any girl could do given the time and the imagination. Despite the missing half of her face and a rather bad complexion for the other, Calder only saw one thing. A ghoul. Right now, that's all that he needed.
Even if she was looking at her feet or straight ahead, Calder rushed up to the smaller creature and seized her by the arms. "Ghoul!" He said, as if he had just won a prize for finding one. He did. He found a ghoul and the prize was that he would be getting the hideous junk off his face.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:10 am
Calder's grasp of her arm gained him a surprised yelp and the distinct snap of bones cracking as her head turned to stare up at him, eye wide and lips drawn together in pure panic. There was a...dragon...holding her arm? A dragon?! A pretty dragon! But...a Dragon! Trying to her her attention! Hers! She'd never seen him before, she'd never heard of him before, and yet here he was, holding her arm and calling out to her like he'd won something for finding her.
"What?!" She cried out again, still in the same panicked voice she had yelped at him with. Her entire body was frozen and tense, apparently too stunned to have triggered a fight or flee response. She just stood there, staring wide.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:24 am
Not the most perceptive of monsters, Calder could only grin wide at seeing her, not showing a row of sharp teeth, but average rows of square ones. They were for smashing up hay and other weeds, not devouring small creatures - not yet anyways. As he gleed at having a ghoul in his hands, he stared at her right in the eyes and smiled, oblivious to her discomfort and panic.
"You're a ghoul so you should know makeup. I need help with makeup. Can you help me with makeup? See this makeup? I need it off. You need to help me." To this he pointed to his horns and well, his face in general. Unfortunately, seeing as this girl had no idea what he looked like before, she couldn't tell what was makeup and what was originally his from the start. Still, the firm principle he had was that ghouls knew makeup and this one WAS going to help him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:55 am
The undead child usually wasn't the brightest of creatures, and her being, well, undead didn't help much either. But she did know that Dragons were supposed to have sharp pointy teeth, but this dragon...did not. Was that a side effect of the skull pin? For a moment or two she was too busy staring at his mouth and contemplating what kind of dragon would have flat teeth to realize that he was talking to her. When she did, her gaze snapped back up to his eyes, her expression falling back into the one that suggested she was a panicking failure.
"I...I should?!" She squeaked out. "Make up? I don't see any...I...I don't know if I can! I-I d-don't own any and I don't know how to use it and..." Amrita started to babble, telling him pretty much the same thing over and over like a broken record. The boil had hit the bottom of the helpful pool when he found her. "I...I think you've got the wrong ghoul!" She lamented, feeling like a failure as a female now...even if her body was only borrowed and about nine years old.
Being people was hard!
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:13 am
Frowning, he huffed at the girl. She wasn't being much help, and it just seemed silly that she wouldn't know these things. Ghouls knew makeup. It was in their blood or natural instincts or whatever ghouls had. "That can't be true. My father does make-up and hair all the time, and he's a boil. Now you, you should just....just........know!" He huffed, and released her one hand but held the other.
"Maybe you just never had the chance. I'm sure you're a natural." All ghouls were. "We just need the proper supplies. I guess you wouldn't have any make-up remover of your own then, would you?" Probably not. Well, there was ways to solve that. Namely, break into Forms and Faces class and "borrow" a kit to get rid the rest of the junk off his face. He needed to look better, and he needed an expert. Not some clumsy boy like Remi who was the cause of all of this.
"Follow me. We'll get some makeup remover and get this all taken care of. You don't mind, do you? Of course not. You get to play with make-up." He laughed at the thought of her even thinking of protesting at the idea.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 7:00 am
Amrita was pretty sure this Dragon had something loose in his head. He was so sure while being so wrong she almost thought he was some sort of Undead with a rattled brain. But as it were he was too whole and too pretty to be Undead, so...so maybe there was something to the large amount of crazy he was spewing.
"But I...I've never used it!" She whimpered, glancing down at her reversed hand, trapped awkwardly in his. Clearly trying to argue with this boil was useless, and before she knew it she was being dragged off towards the Forms and Faces class. "I don't think this is a good idea!" Amrita despaired, stumbling in her attempt to keep up with him with her backwards feet. "What if I do it wrong?! What if...what if your face melts off instead?!" Clearly, this was turning into a terrible day for her.
"I-if it's makeup remover why do you...why do you need me to do it? I think you'd do great on your own!" Despite going along with him, she was going to try and talk him out of it the entire way there. There were too many things that could go wrong!
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:50 am
Stopping in front of the Forms and Faces door, he released to work on the door. He tested it and it slowly opened, but before it even let it go ajar, he stopped and looked down at the girl. "Never used make-up? But……..you're a ghoul? Why not?" He wasn't sure he was hearing her right so he knelt down seeing as she was small to listen. "I thought you all used make-up? Didn't you get pointers from your mom or sister? In fact, maybe you just haven't had any in your hands yet to see you are a natural. Anyways, half of this face is Spirit Gum anyways. You can melt that stuff off. The horns too. Just……not the important parts. Unless I get horribly disfigured. I bet that would look attractive." Would his darling love think he was attractive with a melted face? Surely better than this pretty, girly face he had now. He needed to find ways to fix that.
He opened the door and, reaching over, placed a hand at her back and ushered her inside. "Let's see what you can do anyways. Things really can't be worse than what this face is." He just couldn't live looking like a dragon. He was a kelpie! A KELPIE! He had too much pride to be anything else.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:19 am
"Umm..." 'Why not' was a very good question. She couldn't exactly tell him that she was too busy trying to possess a body that WASN'T mostly skeletal to even care about makeup...but she wasn't quite clever enough to come up with a decent excuse about it, either. She apparently settled for a shrug and a wided eyed stare.
"I don't think I have a sister?" She informed him quietly; she was wondering about that herself. She didn't know if she had siblings, she knew she had a parent - or at least something like a parent, but whether or not she had siblings was a huge question mark on her life. The rest of the conversation was ignored to focus on what was more important at the time.
"You...You mean you're not a dragon?!" She asked in a shocked whisper as she was ushered inside the class, surprised and somewhat confused as to why he would lie about his race. The thought didn't occur to her that she was doing the exact same thing, though. "Why do you look like a dragon if you aren't one?" she asked, now curious how he managed to do this incredible other-species shapeshift without possessing the body.
"What...do I have to use?" Was her next question, staring up at the bottles and tools that this particular class used. His determination that she could do this was slowly rubbing off on her and besides; he wasn't going to let her go, that much she could tell. Might as well play along and hope for the best!
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 4:09 pm
He turned about, frowning. "Of course I'm not a dragon?! I'm a kelpie. I just look this way because I was in Forms and Faces class and used some make-up and now it won't come off." He forgot that some students didn't take the same classes as him, and he tried not to get frustrated over that. He flicked his tail in annoyance all the same. "Nothing grand about dragons anyways. Lots of smoke and fire. Ugh. Who wants to be all hot and dry. Now cool and wet. That's where it's at." He turned about, going down on his hands and knees and, tail up, looking about. Looking at it, there were the faint signs of horsey-ness. The long hair of a horse tail, and small hooves, but there were also plenty of different dragons with similar tails and hooves, and pristine white did match some of them.
"Ohh. Where did that teacher put them? I need to find more of that goo-be-gone stuff and get this all off." He wasn't finding anything and he wondered if Professor Tailor just put them away for now until his next class. It would make sense, especially since the door had been unlocked. This wasn't good at all!
Huffing, he rose up and tapped a hoof, looking about. "Maybe I should take some scissors and cut them off?" He thought out loud, before looking back at her. "How can you not know you don't have a sister? Do you have amnesia or did you lose her?" He wasn't sure how someone wasn't certain. He knew he didn't have siblings because his parent said so and he grew up alone. Simple.
He rubbed his chin. "I would have used the goo stuff, but he hid that. I wonder how I can tear these things off." To which he yanked on his horns. "Do you have a small saw??" He asked. For whatever reason he thought she had and used makeup, he apparently thought anyone would have such tools with them too. "You don't know of any magic makeup remover that would get stuff off? Nothing?" Oh, she was a right fine ghoul to talk to. Maybe she was a boil in disguise?
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