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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 10:25 pm
It had taken her hours.
First, she'd had to find someone to write their names. She'd finally settled on tearing their names off the very parchment Aislin had read to her earlier that day. It was a shame, because it was such a pretty note, but she didn't want to bother her friend a second time, and she didn't think she could write their names nearly as nicely.
Eventually, after long, cruel minutes of spelling, she followed the directions to two seperate dorms, taping the little notes on their doors where they might be seen by the room's owners.
Finally, it was time to wait. She made her way to the library with a deepening sense of fear and trepidation. The last time she'd been here, the books were... alive. And this visit was no disappointment. However, it was huge, and had lots of tables, and seemed like a good neutral place to meet. For the first time in the manticore ghoul's life, she was nervous. Sure, it was normal for manticores to pair in groups - each male typically had more than one female - but Gladys had told her that sort of thing was Bar-bear-ick. Whatever that meant. Either way, from what little she knew about Prom, or dances in general, they were supposed to make some effort to dress alike, or go in together, or...something. Cady liked to face the enemy head-on, so to speak, and the only way to do that in this situation was to call a meeting.
She probably could have been clearer with the notes, though.
She twiddled her fingers, waiting at a seat not far from the door. She wasn't sure how she'd tell who was who - she guessed they'd be one of the few who didn't come in with an eye for the books.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 10:52 pm
Part of Emily had been expecting the note, after getting her matchmaking results. She knew it had been coming. She deserved this. Mr. Monty had told her to bring some brass knuckles or a sock full of silver seeds or at least a big rock. But no. This is what happened to witches who took the easy way out and left others do the work for them. You get an angry lady who wants to fight you for trying to hone in on her man.
Recalling the note, Emily couldn't help a small shiver. Obviously the other girl has been shaking in rage as she wrote that. So overwhelmed by her anger at Emily (The Delinquent) Device that she couldn't even spell library correctly.
"You should really have picked up that brick on the way here. I mean you suck at magic, but a brick to the head? It's hard to go wrong with a brick to the head." Strolling beside her, the cat familiar paused for a moment in consideration, "As long as it's not your head, which is a distinct possibility. Do you think she brought a brick?"
The witch sincerely hoped not. She very much would like this problem to be solved with maybe some strong language and finger shaking. As she reached the doors to the library she took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Monty, you stay out here. I brought this on myself so...so...so I'll take care of it myself!"
She took another deep breath.
And then another.
Oh look she's hyperventilating now and...
BAM!
Crashing into the library she called out, "I AM SO SORRY, CADY! I DIDN'T KNOW! WE CAN SOLVE THIS WITHOUT BRICKS, RIGHT?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:18 pm
Deacon had been more than a little giddy surprised to end up with two dates rather than one, but just like any other boil with a brain he was certainly not going to complain. Riley's letter had been a welcome lift to a boring day, and when he had returned to his dorm earlier that afternoon he found Cady's note taped to his door.
He couldn't help but wince. The grammar, or lack thereof, reminded him of Claire. He had to remind himself that said demon was not one of his dates.
Once the approximate time rolled around, Deacon headed toward the library. On the way there, he mulled over whether or not he was supposed to bring something for the ghoul, assuming that this was who he was meeting, or if the gifts were exclusive to the night of the Prom itself. Damn, now he was having second thoughts on hanging up with his mother when she was pummeling him with advice. Oh well, too late now.
Crossing the threshold, the feline looked around for a moment. His gaze quickly settled on the two, to whom he offered a pleased grin as he stepped over to where they were. It was perhaps a good thing that he'd arrived after Emily's outburst, or else he just might have wondered if Riley had intentionally set him up with a pair of nut jobs.
He hadn't quite expected them both to be here, but in afterthought, it did make sense that Cady would expect the three of them to meet up together.
With a polite nod of his head, he greeted the two. "Evening Emily, Cady. You ghouls work fast, don't you?" The question, of course, referred to the fact that they were meeting up mere hours after Riley had sent out the notices. Of course, if left to him he would have simply waited around until the night of Prom and expected them to meet him there.
"I got your note, obviously." He stated to the manticore. With his typical 'harmless' attempt at teasing, he couldn't help but add... "You write that all by yourself?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:35 am
Cady didn't notice the cat boil walking in at first - she was too busy attempting to puzzle out the ghoul who'd burst in before him. She must be Emily - she certainly didn't look like a Deacon. She also seemed to breathe rather fast - maybe that was normal? And yell. OH. Obviously, the poor ghoul had some kind of hearing problem. No WONDER she'd been paired with two dates. Cady made what she hoped were consoling hand motions, nevermind the claws. "I'M SORRY, IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU EMILY, AND I DON'T BELIEVE WE NEED BRICKS, THE THEME IS DIKES OR SOMETHING AND I AM PRETTY SURE THOSE ARE USUALLY NOT MADE FROM BUILDING MATERIALS RIGHT? PLEASE HAVE A SEAT ." Dikes. It sounded ALMOST right. She couldn't remember for the life of her- she stopped then, noticing someone else was addressing her.
It was a boil. A boil with a long, cat-like tail and fluffy ears not unlike her own. She'd never met a boil that looked remotely like her before - well, her brothers, but they had Cooties. And of course, the resemblence was QUITE remote. Still, she found herself staring at his ears for maybe a second too long. A little blankly. "DEAC- I mean, Deacon? Yes, you must be Deacon right? I, um. Hi," she finished lamely. Hello, Cady, this is your brain. We'd like to inform you now that you'll be going on a date. Somewhat shell-shocked, she turned back to the other ghoul. Past the heavy breathing and the somewhat upset demeanor she was a bit of a looker too. That stylishly short dark hair accenting those red eyes. Oh dear.. She looked back and forth between them, slack jawed. What was she doing now? Did he ask a question?
"The note. Yes. I wrote it. Not good. At, um. Writing." Cady's mind seemed to be processing even more slowly than usual. It had all seemed so much easier when she was chatting with Aislin. Why was it suddenly less ok now? She shook her head. She had clearly been thinking entirely too much, which was quite an unusual dilemma for the ghoul. Yes, less thinking, more doing.
In that spirit, she forged ahead into unknown territory. "SO, EMILY, AH. HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD A HEARING PROBLEM?" Yes, what a wonderful way to break the ice.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:07 am
As the other girl yelled in reply that they would be fighting with dikes instead of bricks, Emily froze in place. Here eyes went wide and pathetic, like a deer rabbit hamster caught in the headlights of of an oncoming DOOMtrain. Her look said, "I am harmless. I am harmless. Please don't crush m-aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhnoooooo."
The claws motioning toward her did nothing to calm the witch's nerves, and Emily took a cautious step back, careful not to look directly into Cady's eyes or bare her teeth in challenge. Hopefully she wouldn't have to lie down and play dead, but she would if she had to! Because this time...this time she definitely wouldn't cry, okay?!
Deacon's entrance made the perfect distraction for the witch to calm herself down just a slight bit. Her breathing returned to...ok, it wasn't quite normal, but she didn't seem ready to pass out or have a break down. And she was still pretty flushed, but at least the blood was on the inside and not...Emily glanced back at the other ghoul's claws, for now. And wait...hearing problem? Was that like asking if she was ready to fight in manticore?
"I um, I don't know? I hope not? PleaseIdon'twanttofight! C-can't we be friends?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:50 am
Scratch cute. This ghoul was kind of adorable, with her big, wide eyes. Riley was awfully nice to have- no time for that. How did you not know if you had a hearing problem? Now it was Cady's turn to be confused. She cocked her head to the side, blinking. The way Emily avoided her eyes was even more disconcerting.
"I uh. Can you hear well? I think that that is usually the um, in-dee-caters. On hearing loss." She fidgeted, picking at the torn edge of her jeans. Fight?! Was that why there were two ghouls and one boil? They were... They were supposed to fight over him? That sounded bizarre, and more like something those Bar-bear Icks Gladys told her about would do. She wrapped her tail up into her lap, fiddling with the stinger. She hadn't really come in here planning on a battle.
She glanced up at Deacon. Well, if that was how it had to be... "No, no, I mean, yes, lets be friends? I think? I mean if that's ok with him, I don't see why he can't just take both of us to pron- uh, prom, right? Is that against the rules? It didn't say anything about fighting in the letter and I think it might get us kicked out of the Libredy." Cady nodded at this vehemently.
She ventured onward, the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel looking a bit unsteady now. "I ah... I just thought - well, I was tol' that... we should talk about things. Before. Dance. Like. What to wear and uh, S-Courts and things? Right?" She couldn't help but lean a little closer, trying to catch the ghoul's eye. Was there...?
"Is there something on my face? Or in my teeth?" she asked, spreading her lips to display a couple rows worth of serrated danger zone. "Because I thought I washed up pretty good before I got here but the shower makes the mirror all foggy and..." Cady trailed off, feeling significantly more nervous than she had from the start. Maybe this was a Bad Idea. Maybe she should be sick the day of prom. This was all so confusing. It was almost as bad as Sax Ed, which was decidedly NOT about saxophones.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:19 am
The small witch counter-figeted and flushed even harder, "Oh no...um...I was just, um...I can hear fine. I think?" She perked a bit when Cady agreed to be friends. Friends didn't fight each other! Except when the school made them. And the school probably wasn't making them at the moment! Emily's eyes gave the area a quick sweep just to make sure no gnomes or faculty were about to put them in any sort of death match. When it was clear that no one seemed too interested about their little group, Emily let out a long breathe and sighed with relief.
She had...she had judged this ghoul so wrongly! She was actually a really nice person and just wanted to meet up and plan, and why hadn't Emily thought of that, why had her mind just jumped to battle?! Delinquency, that was why. Emily Device was a hardened, hardcore, deviant who....who was staring into quite a few teeth. Sharp teeth.
Emily (The Hardcore Deviant) Device gave a small meeping sound and tried to scoot back a bit, all while trying to avoid eye contact. "I um...I was trying to let you ahh...establish dominance? Am I doing it wrong? I..." She finally met the other ghoul's eyes and finally noticed that Cady seemed just as unsure as she did. "Oh jack, I'm so sorry! I'm just...I'm just kind of no good at...everything? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. There's nothing wrong with you at all, Cady!"
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