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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 6:47 pm
"Urgh..." The groan of disappointment came from Colette as she sat in the cafeteria and poked her very questionable lunch for the day. It was jiggly, oozing, strange in color, and exactly what she didn't want to eat. The Reaper preferred plain foods with no alarming traits much more, and if it didn't move that was all the better. "This place needs better food," she told herself.
Giving up on her lunch, she turned her attention to the textbook titled The Basics of Spells located next to her food tray on the table and began to flip through the pages. Colette has read it at least twice, but refuses to put it down. You can never study too much, right? She didn't even notice her food gurgle and begin to slowly inch off the tray.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 7:33 pm
Claire had forgotten that the food at the cafeteria didn't stay there forever. She took her time and it was a terrible idea.
Terrible.
When she arrived, her face dropped so dramatically that if you concentrated you could see every nerve on her face twitch. She wanted to scream and cry. Sure, she had food at home, but this was FREE food. FREE. And she was used to coming here every day to pig out on all the cafeteria had to offer.
But alas, she had nothing to eat now.
This was a very unfortunate situation! If she was not to have food, she would die or something!
But she had a plan, and it involved one of her favourite things- stealing food.
She crouched low on the ground and scuttled like a crab until she saw a table with dripping food. She positioned herself directly under this table and opened her mouth wide so that it would drop directly into it.
Genius.
This went on until no more food attempted to make a getaway. She slowly lifted herself up to see if there was any more food on the table and to her great surprise, there was Barth's friend-who-was-a-girl sitting there, reading.
It was lucky she was, because this gave Claire a chance to steal her tray and get every last scraping from it.
Once again, she lifted her head and looked for more food from Colette. None that she could see.
"Hey Colette, do you have any more food?" she said loudly to the girl with a dumb smile and an eager expression.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:08 pm
Colette was of course surprised by the voice -- she didn't really expect anyone to come along to talk to her -- and was even more surprised to see it was young face she hadn't seen for quite some time, albeit unrecognizable for a second. Claire looked quite different to Colette as a blonde. She never could have guessed the demon would be coming out from under her table either.
"Claire?.. Claire! Hi. I, uh.. don't, I'm afraid." Colette saw that her gruesome food from before was gone and had a hunch of where it had ended up, but it didn't bother her one bit. "Wow.. you look different. What happened to your hair?" she asked. "Not that it doesn't look nice or anything." Colette smiled reassuringly, hoping she didn't sound rude. She rather liked Claire for some reason.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:18 am
Claire's expression didn't drop, surprisingly, when she found out there was no more food. Maybe it was because she suspected it, maybe it was because she was glad she had someone to talk to. She slid herself onto the chair opposite from Colette with a smile. "Hello! That's okay, that meal was fine for me." she looked at the tray in front of her and thought back to that meal of two minutes ago. "I do! I dyed my hair blonde... by accident. I think it looks okay. I'm not going to keep it like this, I don't think. I don't want to be a blonde rebel!" the last part she said with a strange urgency. As to what that meant, the world may never know. "How are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:16 pm
"By accident?.." Colette echoed. How did that even happen?
Getting comfortable, Colette closed her book to give Claire her full attention and rested an elbow on the table to lean her head in the palm of her hand.
"You know, you can be a blonde without being a rebel. I know one that isn't a rebel. At least.. I hope not. But that's a good choice. Being a rebel usually isn't very good. Causes trouble, right?" She nodded at herself. Right! Authority is important. Important to Colette anyway. Needless to say, the hair situation was entirely strange to her in relation to accidental color changes and blondes and rebels. "Anyway.. I'm alright. Just back to the usual school work, although it seems a little harder now that I've become a Knob. How have you been? I haven't seen you for awhile." Technically, Colette hasn't actually visited with anyone for awhile.
"And, ah.. how's Barth doing?" she asked. Colette tapped her foot nervously. "I mean, if you know or something. Not that you have to keep track of him." That wasn't a weird question, right? No, they're family. That was perfectly normal to ask. Yeah..
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 7:27 pm
"That's true." Claire said, biting her lip. Being a rebel wasn't really her style, anyway. "Knob work does seem pretty hard."
She nodded in agreement. "I'm dying my hair back tomorrow. It doesn't really work with my ringlets, I don't think. Ringlets are so hard to maintain!" she turned around to show Colette her well-groomed hair. It was much longer than when she was a snot. She whipped it around again. Claire tilted her head at the mention of Barth. "He's... okay, I guess! He came over to our's at some point after I stayed with Flea and he seemed okay to me... tired, as usual... he kept asking about my ringlets but fell asleep whenever I tried to explain them. He also ate a lot while he was there. It was only a day or two, I think. We watched TV." she tapped her tooth, thinking about it. "How was your summer, anyway?"
((do you mind if i rp this as if claire is y2 as well? to avoid confusion + so i can also get the points))
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:31 pm
[ Not at all, that's fine with me! o v o <3 ]
Hair complications were something Colette had definitely experienced herself at one point, namely for prom, and she nodded to Claire in complete understanding. While she usually kept it down and straight, sometimes switching it up was nice for a change, but it was never easy. Which, of course, was why it was always pretty simple when done up.
However, the conversation about Barth is what sparked an actual reply from Colette. "Really? Well that's good.." She had last seen him (actually conscious) through helping with the campaign. Unfortunately... he didn't win the position of President. "Glad he isn't unwell." Maybe she'd stop by just to double check. Or maybe she'd find something to do instead and forget.
"And my summer was great. Learned a few new things over the little break, got this nifty armor and worked a little more FEAR into my swords, spent time with my family..." There were some not so great parts, but Colette didn't even want to think about that.
"Ah, wait -- did you say Flea?" she asked with a clueless look on her face. That was a peculiar name.
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