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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:18 pm
"Rochester England Scythe, please report to the main office. Rochester, England, Scythe. Please report to the main office." It didn't matter that the young reaper's folder was marked with a "Preferred Name: Roch" in bold and highlighted. Someone at one point had underlined it too, but then used white-out to erase that bit in order to make room for a note to be scribbled in. It appeared that there were notes all over the reaper's file. The Boogeyman ignored it. The main office, Arel's office was devoid of the secretary leaving the lone boogeyman to pace back and forth, his bells quietly jingling with each step. His brow was furrowed, distracted as he was with a thought.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:35 pm
Roch cursed all the way down the hall, feeling people looking at him strangely. His jackin' name--blurted out over the entire school! What the hell?? As if it hadn't been bad enough-- He shoved the anger down, trying to focus. Somehow, he was busted. He wasn't sure why--
Oh, well maybe it had to do with trying to mug Johnny Danger... Or maybe they'd found actual evidence for those accusations in his file, or maybe--
He opened the door, looking in before stepping in. "I'm Roch," he said. His eyes fell to the bells, and he frowned slightly, writing off the rest of his education as easily as that. "If this is about Johnny Danger--"
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:42 pm
"Don't know, don't care," The boogeyman interrupted, waving a hand as if to fan away the conversation. "It's also not my department, and --" he broke off, staring at the reaper. "I'm not going to eat you or arrest you, by the way. Come in, close the jangling door and come here so I can get a look at you to make sure your ghost-sense returned to normal."
He paused, tilting his head to one side and considering. A mischievous smile quirked at his lips. "That is, unless you want everyone to see exactly what's going on and hear every little word... Rochester, was it?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:13 am
Roch's eyes went to the folder. How could they not? "I swear that thing gets thicker every time I see it," he muttered under his breath, closing the door behind him. "And don't joke about eating me, please?" he added, certain memories rushing back to mind with far too much detail.
Then he gave the boogey a suspicious look. "Where's the bad boogey?" he asked abruptly, looking around. "I thought these things always happened with pairs? Or maybe you're one that can go both ways at the drop of a hat? Play the mentally unstable card? Now that I'm in school I got a HELL of a lot better alibi--wait, should I be asking to see my lawyer?" Not that he had one.
He glanced back at the door, belatedly. "And are you SURE that's gonna be sound proof enough? Cuz I'd rather NOT have some people hear some things..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:08 am
Saebel didn't bother concealing the irritated roll of his eyes at Roch's comments. "Dear Jack, what are you snots learning these days? You act as if every boogeyman is out to personally get you and chew your head off. I think you have been watching far too much skelevision, or live a life of extreme paranoia. Have you considered --"
He broke off quickly, giving a huff of irritation. "Look. Just hold your hand out towards me and I'll fix your Fear. The only thing that's noisy and will get out of this room happens to be you and your loud mouth."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:37 am
Roch hesitated, then lifted his left hand, not willing to offer up his dominant. He was sure the handcuffs or something would come at any moment, so he stubbornly hid the right hand behind his back, intent on not going down that easily.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:28 pm
Roch's actions drew a blank stare from the boogeyman. "Really." He shook his head before raising his hands, his fingers curling into a claw-like shape. He held his hands on either side of Roch's hand six inches apart, twitching them as the air between his hands seemed to disorient.
The Fear inside Roch rippled, shaking before settling down. Saebel lowered his hands. "There, you're free to go." He waved his hands at him, adding, "I highly doubt you have any questions for me, so feel free to leave."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:44 pm
Roch looked at him, frowning. "I didn't go to Red's wake, but... I get the feeling they're gonna not want us to tell what happened at the haunted house, aren't they? We got some seriously rich and influential kids in this school--not me, of course, but I'm doubtin' they should have been in that house, should they have? And they definitely shouldn'ta been abducted by hunters, right?"
He gave the boogey a little look. "So... what are you going to do when they show up again? They're real, you know. They're jackin' bastards, too. They made me dissipate twice."
Then he shook his head. "Never mind," he said quietly. "You probably aren't going to tell me, and you don't gotta bother threatening me not to tell. Nobody would believe a guy with a file like that," he said with a nod towards it. "Hell, I wouldn't believe me. I'll leave this deep throat crap to the other kids in the school."
Then he turned to leave.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:00 pm
"Do you know what it's like? To hear that one of the Boogeymen elite and one of your close friends won't be coming back?" Saebel said quietly to Roch's back. "Do you know what it's like to be a boogeyman? Dissipating twice is nothing. A boogeyman must be ready to dissipate again and again, and be prepared to take on the risks that come with dissipation. Have you known someone that ever came back as an undead and didn't recognize you? Or as a ghost?"
"The job isn't pretty. And then we have people like you. I don't think you can even begin to comprehend what life is like as one of us. I'm not asking you to, as I highly doubt you'd last even one turn as one."
"Besides, what is there to tell? You were there. You already know what's going on. I highly doubt you'd care what some boogeyman thinks given your attitude."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:21 pm
"All I want," Roch said quietly, "All I ever wanted, was to be a regular old fashioned grim reaper. I never thought about how hard it is to be a boogeyman, you're right. My biggest thought was how I could live up and surpass what my old man is. It's a simple goal," he said, looking back at the boogeyman.
"It ain't supposed to be scary and dangerous, it's just supposed to be a job. One I was born to do. One that would get me off the streets and some seeds in my pockets. I came to this school expecting to learn just that," he told the man, looking him straight in the eye.
"I found myself, before I even turn sixteen, fighting for my life like you boogies go through serious training to even think of doing. Yeah, it was only twice. It'll probably happen again, I accept that. But I am sorry for your loss," he admitted quietly. "I never got the chance to take a class with her, which I'm really sad to say. But it doesn't change the fact I never wanted to be some major badass like you boogies are supposed to be, or anything. I just want off of Croost Street."
Then a little smirk pulled at his lips. "And sure I care what some boogeyman thinks. I finally have a place I WANT to come back to. Friends that aren't liable to get dragged off to jail at any moment. How easily do you think one of you guys could get me kicked out? Stuck in juvie, or something? All you'd have to do is bring up my past to the right people."
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