|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:53 am
Deep down in the basement of the Undead dorms, a strange smell starting to waft. Now it wasn't decay but nor was it perfume, and for some the scent would be hard to place, but for those with a keen sense of smell it might be obvious; fish. Somewhere below the ground, in the cold confines of the basement, there were fish. Judging by the smell and the simple fact that the cold generally did not allow for such things to get past, one would assume that it was, in fact, a shittonne of fish.
They couldn't be closer to the truth; in a room with a mysteriously open door there were a lot of fish, a whole metric shittonne of them, all Floresce failfish and all in aquariums of various size and fullness. If anyone stopped to take further stock of the room it did appear to be in some use; clothes folded neatly in a pile on the bed, which had been untouched for years by the look of it, a pet carrier with a heat lamp and a heated blanket and of course the makings of a student's room.
More importantly, the room seemed completely empty, and wide open.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 4:30 pm
It was the dorm with the funny smells coming out of it. Upon arriving at Amityville, she'd come across a demoness one evening and found herself in a sleepover at this dorm. Shehk's room looked personalized and neatly to her liking, but there was always a smell. She had Popcorn with her at the time, so a light cloud of white smoke had luckily drowned out some of it. The ghoul was not going to be offensive and claim that the smell was from these folk themselves (even though this was likely the case). Currently, she wanted to see if she could get a better understanding of this odor by revisiting the dorm; sans Popcorn. Respect the smell- respect the folks.
She wandered the halls, just sniffing away. irk! So many scents- just how many bits of folks were in here?! Going lower and lower down a few staircases, she'd come to a new lingering aroma. This was something she'd smelt before. Whatever it was, it smelt lusciously sweet and savory. She followed her nose with ears folded back till she came to a wide open door.
Utter. Speechlessness.
It was fish. Fish everywhere. Fish covering the walls. Fish that were alive still. Big fish. Little fish. Fish in glass cased containers she could just reach into with the sweep of a hand. Her tail curled and uncurled happily while she entered the room, immediately going up to one of the tanks and tapping on the glass with one nail.
Aye fishy, fishy, fishy~
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 2:23 pm
While the ghoul was wandering the undead halls, Amrita was on campus, looking through an ancient yearbook to use as a basis for the one she intended on making. When she felt she had enough, she naturally packed up her things and started to head back, making it into the dorms just as Levi was falling in love with her room.
The patchwork eventually stumbled down the stairs, one hand clinging to the banister for dear unlife and the other holding books and papers against her annoyingly prominent chest. Stairs weren't as easy as she remembered them...actually, they've never been easy. Such was the fate of those with backwards feet! Now she had backward feet and breasts, a combination that had no cooperation whatsoever. She took a bit of a breather at the base of the stairs, shifting the items in her arm to hold between her backwards hands, and made her way to her own room. She rounded the corner, and---
"HOLYJACK!" Books went flying, papers scattered, and the poor patchwork fell backwards onto her carefully selected rear, gray eyes wide at the intruder.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
