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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 4:15 am
The day started off dull. In the morning, Claire had only 15 bowls of cereal in the cafeteria. The most interesting thing that had happened so far was her dilemma over which seat she should take. As she sat and ate, she looked around. The time was ticking on and on, everyone was rushing. Then she had to get down to the bus stop.
No, she didn't actually.
At least it was Frightday.
That song... She thought. It had brainwashed her.
Speaking of brains.
A figure in the distance. A beautiful, beautiful figure.
"Riley." She said, shocked. "RILEY! RILEY! RILEY! RILEYYY!"
I see my friend! she thought to her self. Her constant chats with Riley over groanspring had increased the total longing to be near to her.. To feel her presence. So Claire ran. And ran.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 4:20 am
Frightday morning started out the same as every morning did - she'd already had her run with Malodore and Luce, and now she was stretching before heading to the Fitness Club gym. She had one leg in her arm, and was pulling it up in an arc behind her, when she heard her name.
Louder. Louder now. Someone was simply screaming her name out over and over, and it reminded her of something. Something familiar. Something.. spammy.
She dropped her leg and turned around, her head tilting slightly as she watched the ghoul run towards her. She was vaguely impressed at Claire's running ability - it was her favorite activity, after all.
She waited until the ghoul had reached an appropriate distance before interrupting her screaming with a response. Good morning, Claire. I haven't seen you in some time. Out for a morning jog?
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 4:27 am
"Hello, Riley! I haven't seen you either. Well, not when you've seen me, anyway. I only see you when I'm watc--- Nevermind. Yes! No... Wait, yes. Forever jogging. Never not jogging." she beamed at her. Claire had to be sure to be careful around Riley. She didn't want to ruin anything. She did, however, have to start a conversation. "Do you... Uhm... No. Hmm... HOW IS MALADORE?" She said, being very loud and SRS. "Has he still got lots of bandages? I hope he gets well soon." She said sympathetically to Riley. She wondered if Riley would make a good nurse.
Probably.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 4:32 am
One brow rose just as Claire tried to change the subject off of when she saw Riley. She found that her mind had to work overtime just to keep up with the way Claire veered and side-winded off into other topics without notice - or even finishing a thought.
And never not jogging? Did Claire always jog everywhere? Riley felt a surge of pride at knowing she was a kindred spirit. She would have made a comment on it, but oh, look, they were off on another topic again-
Gets well soon? Is Malodore hurt? She bent in, putting her hand on Claire's shoulder, and her voice took on a touch of urgency. Claire, is there something I don't know? Has something happened?
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 4:40 am
Claire looked very seriously at Riley. A moment passed before she nodded slowly.
"Maladore is hurt. He is covered in bandages. You can see his bones. He has even gone through the effort of wearing a mask to hide his look of complete pain. He might even be crying. I thought---" A deep breath "I thought you knew. He may be a doctor, but I think this time... Not even he can save him from himself."
Claire gave Riley a comforting pat. The news... She knew it would be hard on her. From her bag she pulled two icky sticks. Riley was sure to appreciate this. And surely Riley would realize the rarity of the situation. Claire handed the stick to Riley whilst closing her eyes.
The Claire sits in its natural habitat. It guards its food with caution, knowing the enemy may be approaching. Its supreme skill at gobbling up food has given it the title of food contest champion every year since its birth.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 4:46 am
Riley's hand tensed the moment Claire nodded, and confirmed her fears. She stood up straight, searching the area quickly.
We must get to it before-
Wait a minute.
Her eyes flickered down, casting an unsure glance at Claire once some of her words sank in. Ah. Claire. Are you assuming Malodore is hurt.. because it wears bandages? And a mask? I thought perhaps you had come to tell me Malodore had recently injured itself. That.. ah..
The words slipped away from her as she saw it. An icky stick. Not just any icky stick. No..
A blue icky stick.
Her fingers itched and twitched, looking as though she was about to snatch it up- except without realizing it, they already had.
Why.. thank you.. I shouldn't..
The top of the icky stick was already ripped off, even as she said it.
Perhaps, just one wouldn't hurt..
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:09 am
"Yes, that's what I was saying. And don't worry! They're not poisoned this ti... Mm. Long story. So Maladore is okay? That's good. I was worried." She watched as Riley took the icky stick.
She seemed... Hesitant.
Maybe she didn't like them?
Claire didn't know.
"Riley... Why are you shaking?"
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:34 am
I'm not shaking. She quickly returned Claire's last question with her own, because the rest of whatever Claire was saying had been lost on her. She had been staring at the beautiful blueness of the stick in her hand the entire time. It's just..
Her eyes finally lifted up to Claire. As they did so, she lost track of what her tentacles were doing. Sometimes, they seemed as though they had a mind of their own. This was one of those times. I'm really not supposed to eat these. You see, I am highly susceptible to - ahhhh.. Her tentacle had already sucked through half of the Icky Stick before she'd realized it, and Riley sagged down to the grass, sitting in an odd position as she relished the rush of sugar to her brain.
That's nice.
Riley blinked once, a long lasting blink, and then reached out to pull Claire down into her lap. Let's sit and chat, Claire. Just sit. And chat. You ask me so many questions on Groanspring. You never ask me up front. Why is that?
Riley's tentacles were around the ghoul, sliding into her bag, searching..
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:16 am
Claire looked at Riley cautiously. "Are you sur--" Riley pulled Claire into her lap and her tentacles started to plunge into her bag. NOT HER BAG! SHE LIKED HER BAG. IT WAS SPESHUL. "Are you okay Ril--" Riley insisted she asked questions.
Something is wrong. BUT I LIKE QUESTIONS. I wonder what's for dinner... I'm hungry...
"Okay, Riley. I shall ask you questions. Uhm... IF THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD... WHO YOU GONNA CALL?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 1:08 am
Riley giggled at Claire's question.
Let us pause there and go over that moment in time again.
Riley giggled at Claire's question.
She giggled.
Somewhere in the woods, a beautiful little runic skitter fell from the sky, its wings beating one last time before it curled up in death.
I could call any number of people, Claire. What is considered strange, anyway? If I saw something strange such as a Christmas creature, I would call Malodore. It would come and detain the creature for further study, hopefully involving slow and torturous vivisection. She said these words wistfully, as if she was speaking of a dream. Wouldn't that be lovely? I think it would.
She was rocking Claire back and forth just slightly.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 1:52 am
OH MY... THE... WHAT... POTATOES... CHILDREN SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROLS WHAT THE JACK JUST HAPPENED
Riley giggled.
Gig
gled
GIGGLED
This was bad. Very, very bad.
Claire jumped from her place on Riley's lap and ran to get a fire extinguisher. She fiddled to open it and then
/INSERT FIRE EXTINGUISHER NOISE HERE
Don't worry, she didn't aim it at Riley.
She aimed it at her bag
SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH IT, OBV.
"RUN, RILEY! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THE ICKY STICKS!"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 1:56 am
Unfortunately, most of Riley's tentacles were inside of the bag.
Claire what are you - CLAIRE NO! But there they went, all of the lovely Icky Sticks that might have been, suddenly turned into one big pile of white fluffy snow-like (how horrific) mush, along with all of Claire's belongings.
Riley shook her tentacles out like a wet dog, and slumped her shoulders visibly.
Why did you go and do thaaat. She whined. Childishly. The situation was only getting worse.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 2:14 am
"RILEY! IT'S DANGEROUS!"
And so, Claire ran once again towards Riley and tried to pull her. Everything was in slow motion now, as though the bag was going to blow up.
"I HAVE MORE IN MY DORM, RILEY! WE NEED TO MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
When she realized that Riley would not budge, she grabbed a bush that was just suddenly next to them and put it on Riley's head.
Then she bolted behind another bush that just happened to be there.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 2:21 am
But Claire was wrong, Riley would move - when promised the opportunity to get more Icky Sticks.
Except there was now a bush on her head. The dirt crumbled off of the roots and fell in rivulets across her face.
Shaking her head to get the bush off, she stood and plucked Claire out from her hiding place.
Nonsense, now. You've made a mess, and there's no danger. She snatched a corner of a strap of Claire's bag, and picked it up gingerly between two fingertips while keeping it as far away from her as possible. Let us head to your room and get all cleaned up.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 2:33 am
Claire gingerly eyed Riley as she took the bush off her head.
SURELY THAT WASN'T SAFE.
And now she was picking up the bag
WHAT IS THIS? Riley was out of her mind. But Claire trusted her and the offer of Riley cleaning up in her dorm was... Amazing.
"Alright. I have soap and stuff but I don't know how you wash yourself because I haven't asked you that before so I guess we'll just have to find out. And be careful with the bag! It could have crazy sticks in there. They might not have blown up, you see." Claire thought about Riley cleaning herself. "How long have you gone without a shower? Not now, I mean, but ever. Because you smell fine now, really. Do you even bathe? Well, you probably do... You just said that we were going to clean up which I assume would mean to clean yourself, not my dorm because my dorm is quite clean I think. Unless you do mean that in which case how do you know my dorm room is not clean? Because it is. Did you assume? I don't like assumptions because they are often not true but this doesn't mean I don't like you because I like you, Riley. You are my friend."
Shut up, Claire.
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