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 Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:16 pm
Danny stared at the suitcases placed randomly about her room. The boxes of Rabos were still piled up everywhere around her room- those definitely weren’t leaving any time soon. Her lava fountain had been turned off, leaving the room oddly silent. Normally her room was a hub of noise and sounds. There was the lava fountain, quietly bubbling in the corner. Ignis, who would occasionally wake up and do whatever it is that puppies do (whether it be barking or whining or just plain old falling back asleep). There were the rabo boxes which stirred every so often, and seemed to make noises at the weirdest times, causing Danny’s head to flick towards the noise, only to be disappointed that the boxes still hadn’t opened. She was really just waiting for the day when they’d all realize they could break out of their boxes and destroy everything. Luckily they hadn’t done anything thus far.
Looking around the dorm, she tried to remember if she had forgotten anything. Ignis was asleep, like always. Gamyiel was nowhere in sight- perhaps he was sulking somewhere? It didn’t matter. Tiff was somewhere in the room- food had been layed out for her, and a makeshift bed (really just a pile of clothes) had been strewn across the floor for her. Tony was staring at her expectantly from her little spot on the big, Danny-sized bed, clearly irritated that she hadn’t been given the same treatment as Tiff. Little did she know that she was joining her owner on this adventure. Mayhaps she did know, and was just silently judging Danny anyways. Minipets.
With a loud breath of air, Danny took one last look at her dorm, to remember what it looked like. Though it might have been dramatic of her, Danny wanted to remember every inch of it. Sure, she would be back in a weekend, but let’s face it- this fire demoness had the memory of a goldfish. Being gone for a weekend, she might forget her dorm! If she forgot her dorm, how would she know where to come back to?
Her hands moved out and gripped the handles of her suitcase. She wasn’t a very good packer, as evidenced by their trip to the Haunted House, when she brought a clock, but she also didn’t pack that much in terms of gear. She was only leaving for a weekend after all, what else could she need? Two suitcases was plenty. A flicker of flames, and her lanterned tail was out the door, along with the rest of her body. A monologue occurred within her thoughts; If I get lost, I guess I could ask Roch where it is. Asking Roch was definitely a last priority. She couldn’t just let her guard down like that! Moure is always trying to help too. Although … he was so close to Edel lately. She had just shown up at his dorm like it was no big deal. Was she losing Moure? Nevermind, it didn’t matter. Moure wouldn’t be asked either. Come to think of it, who could she ask? Since coming to Amityville, she had made a lot of friends. More ghouls than expected, but definitely a good turnout. She was still mostly friends with boys. That phase probably wouldn’t ever be outgrown.
Walking through the halls, she could see some of her not-so-close friends’ dorms. There was Yaya’s dorm. Danny still had decided if they were friends or not. Claire’s dorm; the ghoul had been pretty nice to her. Were they friends? They were friends. Passing Edel’s door made her cringe. She didn’t even give that ghoul a passing thought. So there. Hmph. Along came Xiu’s door. She hadn’t seen the ghoul since before the Haunted House, but after all this time, they were friends right? Rather, Danny felt friends with her through Roch- with the way he was always hinting at her, she knew Xiu pretty well.
Finally Danny made her way to the Demon dorm doors, which were (of course) gold, like everything else it seemed. Not that Danny minded. She rather liked the color gold. As her hands extended to push the door open, she shuddered a little from the draft that blew into the dorm naturally. Halloween was sometimes a bit chilly after all. Didn’t make the feeling any more welcome to the flame demmoness.
Her maroon-brown eyes scanned the field as she looked for the stereotypical fancy schmancy ride that her mother would undoubtedly provide, followed by some sort of parade surely. Well no, there’d never been a parade before, but Danny was holding out. She wanted that damn parade. One day, one day.
It seemed as though her escort hadn’t shown up yet, so she spent a few minutes rereading the letter her family had sent her through the mail.
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“G’BYE PUPPYYYYYYYY,” Danny wailed as she waltzed out of the hellhound’s dorm. A distinct growling noise could be heard, but Danny definitely ignored that. Puppy was her friend! He was probably just busy attacking some bat jerky. Right? Right.
A small presence distracted her. She swore she saw something moving over there. Maybe it was just her imagination? It tended to go a little wild after all. One time she spent an entire afternoon imagining that she was Super Danny, and she fought for justice with a spaghetti shooting gun tha-
No, there was definitely something there. What was that? It was like a shadowy blur that kept crossing her vision, but she couldn’t place it. It was a bird, then it was a squirrel. A car, a person … A person. It was a person! How could it be a person though, it was so small…
Out of the shadows stepped a black, short figure. Ridiculously short. Comically short. Wait a second, she knew this size … A gnome? A grizzled tone broke the silence in the hallway, “Package for…” he paused, searching for … well something in the hallway. Whatever he was search for, he seemed satisfied and relaxed as he finished his sentence, “Daniella Fitz.”
Danny’s eyes lit up like the 31st of Halloween. “That’s me! I’m Daniella Fitz!” She was apparently incredibly excited at the discovery of who she was. The gnome wordlessly handed her an ordinary looking letter, all while searching the hallway again. What an odd gnome this was! Danny greedily grabbed the letter out of his hands and said, “Thanks Mr. Gnome!” She patted him on the head roughly, much to his dismay. The gnome sneered and disappeared down the hallway without another word, clearly glad to be rid of this unwieldy assignment, and the idiotic ghoul.
That idiotic ghoul would’nt be opening the letter until she was situated back on her comfy, cushy bed, surrounded by her minipets and the quiet buzz of her hexbox as Left 4 Live loaded on the screen. Why she had chosen such an odd time to open the letter could only be described simply: it was Danny. Carefully, she peeled away the odd looking family seal, and read the letter written in fancy script. It was almost written out like an invitation. As she read through the letter, the voice in her head slowly faded from her own, to a version of her mother writing the letter. Perhaps that was just from habit though.Letter My Dearest Daniella, Congratulations on your passing into the year of twos! I believe they call it the “knob!” My doesn’t that sound silly? I would call your little group something stylish, something akin to … Well nevermind. I heard about that nasty teacher of yours. Miss … Well I do not quite recall the name, but could it matter less? I am so terribly sorry you had to endure that horrible ordeal. You must return home at once and tell me all about it my babykins. I do wish you would have just given in to me and attended the all ghoul’s high school I had picked out. More importantly, your lovely brother Oersted is in town! He took us to see the fantastic “Cirque du Frique.” Wildly entertaining! Has he told you of his latest business exploits? Absolutely fascinating my love! Oh I can still recall the witty joke he told us as dinner tonight, and quite vividly! Alas, he will be gone before you even arrive here! Now I know how you do not quite comprehend things immediately, so I will reiterate. Arrive here. That’s right my Baby-Danny-Fitzy-Poo, I’ve already made arrangements with the school and everything. You will arrive next October 31st, and stay here at your home once again! Most likely for the weekend, but who knows what is in store for the future! Is that not the most exciting thing you’ve read all week? I know it is definitely the most exciting thing I’ve written! I myself thought that was incredibly poetic. I could be a poetic star don’t you think! Hahaha. Well I do hope this letter finds you in good temperament. Ah, that is; temperament, not temperature Danny. Yes well. Fondest regards, Your Mummy
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So it had come to be that Daniella Fitz was waiting on the front steps of the Amityville High School front doors. She thought she hadn’t forgotten anything, though during trips it always seemed there was something forgotten, wasn’t there? Speaking of which, Danny had made previous arrangements to ensure her minipets safety. She reread her plain text to Bea.Scyerline hey Bea! im gonna b gone 4 the weekend. can u watch my minipets??
It wasn’t an exciting text to say the least, but it got the job quite well done, didn’t it? Surely Bea would do this for her. Why wouldn’t she? Nevermind the whole fire spewing room, that didn’t matter in the least. With that accomplished, Danny continued fiddling with her eyephone for a while. Anything to pass the time. Should she have maybe told her friends she was leaving? Roch wouldn’t care, he was going on vacation soon anyways, wasn’t he? Or did that already happen … Danny couldn’t remember. Colette would probably miss her tons because they were best friends. Rikki … Danny couldn’t really place Rikki right now. He definitely knew something she didn’t … but what?
A loud honking noise broke her concentration (though what she was concentrating on was anyone’s guess). Danny looked up with surprisingly excited eyes. That was the family car. Black, sleek, and definitely worth a lot of seeds. The family car though … that could only mean…
“Perkins!” Danny flitted across the field and flew into Perkins’ arms. His blonde, messy hair was hidden under a rather becoming little top hat. His appearance faded out and became that of the famous actor Boobert Downer Junior.
Jokingly, Perkins looked at her and said, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it madame.” With that, he kissed her hand lovingly, his eyes never unlocking with her own. There was something rather perverse and creepy in his stare- very Halloweeny. It really was amazing how believable his abilities were.
“Perkins!” Danny giggled, hitting his arm playfully. Perkins’ appearance immediately changed back to his usual self. Such were the shenanigans of a bhoot after all. Danny giggled and wrapped her arms back around Perkins, who dutifully took this smothering.
With a creepy, Halloween smile he said, “Just having my fun is all.” He stood there with his arms around Danny for a moment or two, and then looked around hesitantly. “Let’s … let’s be off miss.” Danny never really understood why, but Perkins never wanted to stay in one place for too long. Then again, she was the same way, so she certainly didn’t mind.
Perkins nodded and opened the door to the back seats for her like a true chauffeur. Danny, however, pouted and shook her head. With a knowing roll of his eyes, he shut the back door and opened the front door. Danny squealed and threw herself into the front seat. She really was a little kid at heart. A slow, creeping grin grew on Perkins’ face as he shut the door for her.
The next few hours passed without incident. Danny contented herself fidgeting in her seat, sending texts to various school friends, counting all the vampire cows along the roadside (she saw 56 and then lost count), and overall just bother Perkins with what had happened since she was gone. Apparently her mother was the same as always- eccentric and crazy. Her father had secluded himself for a while on a journey to “find himself,” only to realize that it was complete … well poppycock, and then later return to his crazy lifestyle with his wife. All in all, things were exactly as they left them. Perkins, of course, also included Oersted’s visits. Danny grew rather quiet during those parts, but still added the occasional “ooh that’s neat,” or “Uh huh, sounds cool.” Apparently Oersted had just made a contract with the mayor of some big town. It was a big deal, but Danny really couldn’t see why. She would never understand his line of work, that could be assured.
As Danny stepped out of the car, still wiggling to the lovely tunes of the “Katy Scary,” her chauffeur couldn’t help but crack a smile at her. In an almost ominous way, he said, “You’ll be sparking things up around here now, won’t you?” He had a sort of knowing in his eyes that Danny wouldn’t fully comprehend until much, much later. “Watch your step,” he huffed, “Welcome home Danny.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:33 pm
A flurry of lime green and black was waiting for her at the door. As Danny set her suitcase down, her mother was already flinging herself towards her daughter. Danny only saw a glimpse of feathers before her vision was completely encompassed by them. Danny giggled and smiled though, as emotions rushed through her. Despite how excited she was to be at Amityville, nothing was like home. The smells all smelled different now, there were new decorations, but the people were still the same. The house was … in true essence, just as she had left it.
And how she had left it! Everything was a soft of orangey-brown, like freshly polished wood. There were odd pieces of pottery, some small, some bigger than Danny. Plants and fronds stuck out everywhere, black and ashen like the flora outside, some lit on fire, some not (most not). There were tapestries, straight off of the walls of castles; they depicted strange things from epic battles between oddly shaped figures to mythical legendary figures like Jack or Sally. Honestly, Danny never really understood what they were trying to convey, but then, she didn’t spend much time on it either. Apart from the ancient pieces, there were also modern pieces. Strange squares and dipping birds were over the fireplaces (of which, there were many) as well as drawings from the children from when they were little. Everything had a feeling of warmth to the touch, though Danny and her family would never know. It was rustic … but homey.
Danny sputtered a little, spitting bright, fluffy feathers out of her mouth. Her mother had chosen a rather … interesting green and black feathered dress, that went all the way down to the floor, and dragged in all of its tattered goodness. It was sheik, overdramatic, and perfectly Halloween. Her father, on the other hand, had selected a mocha pinstripe with a becoming macaboney-and-screams colored tie. They managed to not match in the least, while being perfectly in sync at the same time.
While Claudia was busy squeezing the FEAR out of her daughter, and Danny was busy coughing up feathers, Bernard Fitzgerald finally decided to break in to the little pow wow. “Ah, yes,” he said in his slurred, fatherly tone, “Welcome home Daniella.” He never quite caught on to the name Danny, thinking it was far too unrefined.
It was then that Claudia decided to stop crushing and start talking. “Yes, YES! Daniella we’ve missed you ever so much- EVER so much!” She placed another kiss on Danny’s forehead, which sent her daughter into a fit of squeals.
During this time, Bernard took the time to address Perkins, who was standing in the door dutifully. There were servants milling in and out of the rooms, or simply standing stoically at the door, but Perkins was deemed suitable for the job. Either that or he was the first one in Bernard’s line of vision. It was most likely the latter. “Perkins, good to see you made it,” he said, shaking the Bhoot’s hands forcefully. “See to it that her bags are taken to her room?” Perkins tipped his hat silently and headed up the stairs towards her room.
Now that the threesome was alone, Claudia ushered them all into the dead room and began her long monologue about all the exciting events and places she’d been to, all the new shopping malls that she’d been the FIRST to sample, and, as always, all of the wonderful exploits of one Oersted Fitzgerald. Danny responded rather despondently. Bernard would throw in his two cents when prompted, but it was obvious to everyone that it was her mother that was running this show. Occasionally throughout the stories her mother would gesture to a servant who would then put some sort of confection in front of them; nothing unrefined like snotcorn or potatoe chips, but instead small crackers with scream cheese and fancy scare slices. Regardless of the refinement, Danny still gobbled it down like a twelve year old. Finally at the end of her story, Danny’s mother turned to her daughter and said, “So tell me about your days at Amityville!”
The dreaded question. Danny decided to start with her accomplishments first. “Well I passed my exam …” She looked at her mother and father with pleading eyes.
She was met with blank stares and empty smiles. Claudia responded, “Yes dear, we know that. We mean your life, not your grades silly! We know all about your grades.” Her grin was almost wicked. Bernards horns glowed softly, matching the warm heat radiating from Claudia’s tail.
“W-well. I made a lot of friends. My best friend is Roch,” she began. No better place than to start with Roch, right? “He’s a reaper. I don’t think you’d like him.” If there was one thing she was, it was truthful, “But he’s really nice once you get to know him!” Bernard was grimacing something fierce, but of course it was her mother who broke the question.
“Is this boil … interested in you?”
Danny’s face twisted and contorted with sheer bafflement. “No! Oh Jack no. We’re just friends. Mom! Why would you say that!” she whined. It was obvious that Roch wasn’t where her heart was.
Bernard seemed to nod approval and coughed hoarsely to change the subject. He said, “Well … how about some of your other friends?” Her mother clearly wasn’t happy with the subject change (after all, “girl talk” was probably her favorite thing in the world), but she let it slide. No doubt she would pounce Danny later for all the details on this “Roch” fellow. Nevermind the fact that Danny had already explained who Roch was, as well as her other friends in the letter she had sent at the beginning of the year. Her parents had already forgotten all about that. They never bothered to remember minute details like that.
Danny shot her father a look of relief, and said, “Ah yes. Well … there’s Taryn and Colette,” Best to talk about upstanding ghouls so that it looked like she was actually making intelligent, influential friends, “They’re two really smart ghouls. Daddy I think you’d like Taryn.” Bernard always gravitated towards the booksmart types.
Claudia was clearly bored with this conversation already. With a sickeningly sweet smile, she said, “Yes well, Danny-dear you look tired. Why don’t you go upstairs and we can continue this tomorrow? After all, we have all weekend.” It wasn’t a request though, as the woman had already stood up and began levitating towards the kitchen, where her husband would undoubtedly follow her. If not, he would head towards the study. It didn’t really matter, did it?
Danny looked a tad disappointed, but was used to this ritual by now. Her mother would offer up ten minutes or so of her time, and then it was done. No more talk of Danny, it was boring. With a practiced look on her face, Danny stood up and said, “You’re right mummy, I’m tired. I think I’ll just head upstairs.” Practiced, routine.
With a flick of her tail, Danny was already off the couch and headed towards the stairs. Her room was on the third floor, but she didn’t mind. It was nice being up so high. The stairs were no problem either; running was one of her favorite things after all. As she ran up the first few stairs, she ran into Mrs. Perkins.
Mrs. Perkins was a solid sort of woman. Her smallish figure was complimented by a square build. She looked around the same age as Perkins, that is to say, around her later 20s, but was far older than anyone could tell. Such was the case with most ghosts after all. Danny still couldn’t understand why Perkins, a goofy trickster type, had chosen to marry such a stern woman. Maybe opposites attracted? Either way, Mrs. Perkins just shot Danny an “if you do anything out of line, I will kill you” look that Danny was far too used to, and then continued on her descent down the stairs, where she gave a report to Danny’s mother and father. Perkins soon followed after, bopping Danny on the nose, and then chasing after his wife faithfully.
Danny would admit that she snooped a little, pretending to run up the stairs, and then carefully tiptoed back down as silently as she could. She only heard snippets of the conversation. Her mummy saying something about having Danny back in the house. Her father commenting on her exam. Mrs. Perkins said nothing, Mr. Perkins just followed her suit. Claudia said something about having a … social … something tomorrow. Danny didn’t like the sound of that! Then again, if it was something she could be excluded from, it might not be so bad. Just no dresses, pleeeease no dresses. Oh shoot, they were talking again! Mrs. Perkins said something about keeping … away … from the garden? Oh she was probably talking about Danny. It seemed as though Mrs. Perkins couldn’t get over the various accidents from Danny’s youth. Then again, Danny couldn’t blame her.
Suddenly the Perkins’ were on the move. Danny’s parents made their way out to the side patio, while the Perkins’ headed towards the front door, the same way that Danny was standing in. Quickly, Danny darted into the shadows of the stairway, attempting to hide from their sight. Hawk as she was though, Mrs. Perkins said, “Good night Danny,” without even turning to face her. How did she always know? Perkins, now alerted to Danny’s presence, shot her a wink and then quickly darted after his wife. They were headed towards their own house that was only a little ways down the road. It definitely wasn’t as nice as Danny’s, but it would certainly suit them.
Since all was said and done, Danny trudged up to her room, clearly upset that she had been caught. When she arrived, she found that everything was neatly packed away; this was probably the only thing that hadn’t been as she left it. Danny was a slob, and this room was perfect. Sighing, Danny set down her suitcase and flopped onto her bed. She opened her phone and sent a quick text to her friends, then just flopped there. There was absolutely nothing to do at this boring cottage in the dead of night.
Ideas struck though. Danny noted that her window still hadn’t been locked, and the roof looked very welcoming. With a slight sort of grin on her face, Danny tiptoed over to the window, intending to climb out. She yanked it open, and the wood gave a slight squeal. She was just about to reach her head out when-
“Miss, I would not do that if I were you.”
Well didn’t that sound familiar? Danny looked around outside. She wasn’t outside. So where was the zombie maid’s voice coming from? “H-Hello?” Danny crooned.
“Inside Miss Daniella,” the voice spoke again. Oh iiiinside. That made so much more sense. Danny reached back inside, and pulled the rest of her body through too. Slowly she turned around only to find her favorite maid standing in the doorway. The doorframe held Rosalie’s slight figure. She was in her maid’s outfit, with her hair cut the exact same way as Danny had remembered her. It seemed that Rosalie really never changed. Really, Danny couldn’t ever remember her looking differently.
“Rosalie!” Danny squealed, running across the room. She hugged the maid who didn’t respond in the least. Danny was used to it. Unwrapping her arms, she said, “I missed you Rosalie!”
“As did I, miss.” Rosalie’s voice was monotonous as ever, as was her facial expression. The smile in her eyes betrayed her emotions though.
Danny bounced over to the bed and said, “Rosalie I have so many things to tell you, there’s this guy named Roch, and he’s my best friend and there’s this teacher named Savage who’s really really mean and-”
Rosalie cut her off with stern words though. “I understand, but you must sleep right now. You can tell me more in the morning.” Danny didn’t quite like this change, but nodded, agreeing with her. Rosalie seemed to always know best after all. The maid’s eyes flitted to the lantern fitted crudely onto Danny’s tail. After all, it was still sooty from Danny’s many failed attempted, and Rikki was only so deft with a fireplace poker. The maid’s eyes analyzed it in less than a moment and said, “Madame, please allow me to take your lantern.”
Danny was surprised by the request. Not that she would complain. She was happy to get the lantern off her tail. It had taken a few weeks to get used to anyways; the first couple of days she had dragged it around like a dead weight, her tail absolutely unable to handle the weight. As time went on though, it had gradually grown easier to carry. What could Rosalie possibly want it? Maybe she was going to decorate it! Danny liked the sound of that. Carefully, Danny slipped the lantern off her tail, relieved to have the weight removed. She handed it to Rosalie, who took it by the handle with trepidation. It was still pretty warm on the inside from having Danny’s flame in it, and the maid wanted to make sure to protect herself. She was a zombie after all.
With that, Rosalie left the room without another word. She was so mysterious sometimes. Danny found herself far more tired than she had expected though, and quietly hopped into bed. She turned on her phone’s groanspring app (after about a minute of figuring out what to do) and began tapping away. It held none of its usual luster though. It was odd though. Her room didn’t smell anything like it should, didn’t look like it should. It was her room, but not. She found herself missing her dorm more and more, until eventually sleep took her over.
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She awoke to the sounds of wonderful bird sounds and animal life cleaning the house for her.
Alright, not really. She woke up when she was damn well ready (which was, of course, later afternoon), to find Rosalie standing there with the lantern quite adamantly. Danny threw her a skeptical look, but decided not to question it. Taking the lantern from the maid’s hands, she noticed it was quite a bit cleaner, and the hole for her tail had been reimbursed with a washer. Well that was certainly nice for her. Danny shot a how-did-you-do-this look at Rosalie who responded with a sly shrug. However it was done, Danny was certainly proud of her lantern now. It looked official!
The day passed without any real incident. Mostly Danny just ran around the yard, looking for old spots she used to dig in, old hideouts she used to hide in, and old trees she used to climb in. Her parents were far too busy at some art gala to even think of caring about what she was doing, and the servants and maids were glad to have the rambunctious flame demmoness out of their hair, tentacles, baldness- whatever it was that they had.
The night was a different story. Claudia had decided to throw a party as a “welcome home” for Danny, but it was really just an excuse for her to have a social gathering. At first, during the preparations, Danny had come downstairs in her usual shorts and bikini, when her mother had given her a fierce look. She wouldn’t have her daughter showing up like that. Instantly her mother rushed her up the stairs and began playing dress up with her. She had so many dresses stored up for Danny over the years that it was easily done.
Danny, however, did not like the choices she was given. The first dress wasn’t so bad. It was red and black, and becoming. However, Tony was running around and tripped Danny right out of the dress, ripping the sides. The dress was a goner. Well no matter, she didn’t like it much anyways. Next Claudia attempted a longer, elegant style. Needless to say, it didn’t fit Danny at all. At all. The next one … Danny wouldn’t ever talk about that one. Never. They found a small black dress that she actually liked quite a bit,but Claudia thought it incredibly unbecoming for a lady of her status. Danny didn’t get that at all. A dress was a dress after all. Finally though, there seemed to be compromise. Danny found a red and black dress that was easy to move around in. Danny’s mother didn’t quite approve, but by this time she was growing bored with her plaything, and decided to just compromise. Claudia then ordered Rosalie to do something about Danny’s hair (they ended up throwing it into a sort of stylish ponytail. As stylish as Danny’s hair could be anyways). While she waited, Danny sent a text to Mandy.[ X_Bleeding Roses_X ] ugh look what my mom is making me wear ))):
Moments later her phone buzzed.
Danny shut her phone grumpily. Just what she needed. Maybe Mandy wasn’t the best person to text about this. Her responses were kinda snarky anyways. She decided she would leave her phone alone for the remainder of the night. Or at least, she would’ve if her phone didn’t buzz all of a sudden.
Danny was determined not to look at her phone anymore, but Nyyrikki broke that chain in an instant. Eagerly, Danny opened her phone to see the simple three word text. Oh that’s right, she hadn’t told anyone she was leaving. Oops! She answered in the best, most obvious way she could.Danny’s response trying on dresses for a party ))):
It was the truth, wasn’t it? Moments later the boil responded.
Ooh right, she hadn’t told him about the party, or that she was at her old house. Her fingers slid over the phone, and she was just about to type out a message to the boil when one of the servants, Vincent, knocked on her door. Hearing no protest, he decided to continue into her room. He bowed, and then said, “Miss, the mistress is awaiting your arrival.” Danny rolled her eyes and nodded, but not before a quick text back to Rikki.Danny Text i gtg. vincents telling me to go!
With that, Danny headed downstairs for the party. Mostly it was her mother and father’s friends, not her own. It wasn’t so much a welcome back party as it was an excuse for her parents to throw another lavish party. Danny didn’t notice this of course, she was too busy being whisked around by her mother to meet everyone, and stealing snacks from the table when she could. She tried her best to be polite, but in a lot of the conversations she got the evil eye or the “how uncivilized” look. She tried though dammit! There were also kids of her own age, but most of them were stereotypical upperclass types, and Danny never did fit in with them well anyways. She made small talk, but was really just itching to get out of the dress and to go play in the trees. By the end of the night, she was worn out far more than any sporting event could make her, and decided to go back upstairs to sleep. She didn’t even bother checking her phone.
Of course, right as she was about to get all snuggly in bed, her mother (of all people) came through her bedroom door, with Rosalie in tow. Claudia didn’t even appear to notice that Danny was about to fall asleep; in that aspect, both she and her daughter were quite similar. As she shimmied over to the bed where Danny was situated, her black silky dress flicked with the orange of Danny’s tail. She sat down and began her dialogue with her daughter.
“So did you enjoy the party?”
“Yeah it was fine.”
“Just fine?”
“It was the best party ever.” A flat response.
“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it darling!” Danny clearly inherited most of her genes from her mother. “But I have even more exciting news!” Exciting news? This would never be a good thing. “You’re going to go visit Oersted’s business for the next week! Oh isn’t that fun! You two can be together again; sister and brother!” Danny sat there blankly, clearly confused. She was only supposed to visit for the weekends, and she definitely did not want to visit Oersted. Not even see him. Her mother, not phased in the least, continued, “I did hope he would show his handsome face tonight, but he said he had important business things to do.” Oersted always had those important business things to do when it concerned Danny. “Isn’t that exciting?” Claudia asked with a clear, blank expression on her face; she was obviously very eager to hear about how great and exciting this was from Danny.
“Ah .. yeah its … um. Wow.” What else could she say? She didn’t want to spend that much time with Oersted! Inspiration, which so seldom struck Danny, struck. “Oh! I only have enough clothing for the weekend though. Oh well I’ll have to go back to Amityville tomorrow, darn.” Her mother would accept that, right? A ghoul couldn’t go anywhere without all of her fashionable clothing …
“Oh that is a problem, isn’t it,” Claudia said, tapping her chin. Internally, Danny was cheering herself on. Her mummy had totally bought it! She was in the clear! Suddenly Claudia clapped her hands together. “We can just go shopping tomorrow then!” Danny’s mood dropped like a bomb. No. No, no, no. She hated shopping, and hated shopping with her mummy even more. Whenever she went shopping with her mother, she just became a ragdoll for the older woman to toss around and dress up. No, no, no.
“Oh uh mom. That’s not really what I mea-”
“Yes, yes! We’ll go tomorrow first thing in the morning!” It was clear that this woman’s mind was made up, and there was no changing it now. Not even waiting for her daughter to respond, Claudia stood up and paced towards the doorway, clearly very excited. “Ooooh! Just rest up and we’ll go get you some new things! See you in the morning Danny-pumpkins.” With that, the woman exited the bedroom and darted down the stairs. There was no doubt about it, Danny was going shopping. With an apologetic bow, Rosalie left the room as well. Danny was alone. Well there was nothing left to do except sleep. So she did.
The shopping experience was … well predictable. Danny’s mother cooed and bubbled about every little outfit, while Danny was forced to try on fashionable, but unfitting outfits. Certainly anyone who saw her would think her clothes looked fabulous, but you really couldn’t put lipstick on a hyperactive puppy. Danny did manage to convince her mother to let her buy some not-so-sheik pieces, but it was clear to everyone that Claudia was running this show. Most of what they bought were dresses, but there were some semi-formal tops and jackets. Danny bore all this with a grumble on her face, but by the end of the day it was she who was carrying the shopping bags, and her mother who was talking about how fabulous it all was.
In the parking lot, Perkins was bug-eyed to see just how many bags Danny was carrying. He didn’t say anything, but shot her a sly smile, to which she responded by sticking out her tongue. On the drive home Claudia decided she would talk even more about Oersted.
“So remember, don’t cause too big of a disruption. He is a very important man! So no lighting things on fire my dear!” She said it jokingly, and with a laugh, but there was a serious undertone to her words. It was basically like saying ‘don’t embarrass our family.’ Danny just nodded and continued looking out the window, pretending to be bored and not seriously irked with this conversation.
It went on thusfar until they returned home. Two servants, Emily and Drizzelle carried her things upstairs and began packing them into a suitcase that belonged to her mother. Everything had been set, and Danny was the fly in the web. She couldn’t just protest to her mother and father; after all, they had already made all of the arrangements. Not to mention if she ordered Perkins to drive her home, her parents could simply veto that decision. It wasn’t fair! She didn’t want to visit stuffy old Oersted’s business to hear even more about all the great things he was doing. That didn’t feel very family-like at all.
Either way, she knew she wasn’t getting out of this one.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:44 pm
By now it was Moonday, and early Moonday at that. Danny was awoken by Rosalie who helped her through the moving process. Her bags had already been packed for her by some servant ordered to do so, no doubt. Briefly, Danny stupidly asked where her parents were, only to find that they had already left on a week-long cruise. So that was why they had to ship her off to her brother’s place. Why couldn’t they just let her return to Amityville? Why did she have to spend the week with Oersted? No doubt it was because her parents had already forgotten about Amityville in their eagerness to go on the cruise.
Whatever the reason was, Danny dutifully got into the black car, where Perkins was standing with the same-old grin on his face as always. Danny spent most of the car ride in an unfamiliar silence. Her dress was already starting to irritate her. She missed her shorts.
Maybe the trip wouldn’t be so bad. It was only a week after all, right? She could do that. She could put up with the insults. Everything would be fine. Yet at the same time … everything would not be fine. She just really, really didn’t want to do this.
Trees eventually gave way to buildings, and nature-filled acres gave way to concrete and skyscrapers. Everything seemed fancier here; even the people. Demons were rushing to and fro, it seemed like they all had somewhere to go and someone to see. Danny knew she’d never fit in here. Even the mention of a maceball diamond seemed unheard of here. Everyone was in a suit. Everyone. Danny looked down at her own outfit (the last clean pair of shorts and bikini top that she had brought, plus a scarf to stay warm in case the building was air conditioned). Yeah, definitely never going to fit in anywhere here.
They did arrive at their destination though; a large building loomed above them, dark and ominous. The only thing that wasn’t dark about the building was the large, golden ‘O’ located near the top. Perkins opened the door for her, and Danny hopped out. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps, and yet people were already giving her funny looks. Perkins wound his way around the car and pulled her suitcases out of the trunk. Without even looking to see if Perkins was following her, Danny started walking towards the building. With a sigh, her faithful servant followed after her. He couldn’t make her carry her own bags after all. That was just ungentlemanly.
With a deep breath, Danny waited for Perkins to catch up, and then pushed through the revolving door.
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Somewhere down the cooridor, a pair of black, shined shoes was walking down the hall. In their steps was a demon man, in a becoming suit. His hair was black and shined, just like his shoes. It hung down from his face in becoming strands, while his face was clean shaven. He had a tall build, and was pleasingly muscular, though not ridiculous so. As he walked down the mostly empty hallway, he nodded at various coworkers, who went back to typing furiously at their desks. His horns were easily twice the size of his hands, and his eyes gave off a dull red glow. He had sunglasses on at the moment, but took them off during the process of walking down the hall. Like a boss.
A buzz in his pocket alerted him. He paused for a moment to lean against a wall. He pressed a button and held the phone to his ear. “Yes?” He knew exactly who it was, anyways. “Need to … are you kidding me? I can’t just…” A pause. “Now? She’s here now?” A sigh, and then, “Fine. Have fun.” With an angry glare in his face, he lit a fireball, and then crushed it in his palm. Why now of all times? He took a deep breath to clear his mind. Well whatever. He could just throw her in one of the suites and leave her alone there. Maybe even lock the door. Dear Jack why did that woman have to do this to him? Either way, he kept walking down the hallway towards the entrance where she undoubtedly was waiting like the abandoned little puppy she was.
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“Miss, do you have an appointment?” the secretary asked, clearly annoyed and bored with Danny’s presence already. Obviously these women didn’t know who she was. The one on the left thought she was another one of those crazy street people, begging for seeds, while the other one thought she was just in the wrong building.
“Uhhh no, I don’t think so,” Danny answered. It was the truth to what she had asked, right?
“Then why are you here?” the one of the left said, with a pointed sort of look in her eyes.
“Um I’m here to see-”
“Nobody sees anyone here without an appointment.”
“Well I know, but I don’t know where t-”
“Listen here kid,” the one of the right said, without taking her eyes off the memo she was writing, “No one goes anywhere without an appointment. So just see your scrappy little self out of here before I call security.
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“Her scrappy little what, Miss Brilica?” the man’s voice called out from the side of the room. Suddenly both secretaries’ eyes went wide with fear- they’d been caught. The man cleared the room in a matter of seconds. Danny, at the moment, was wiggling, but he tried to ignore that.
“M-mister O- … I mean … This isn’t what it…” both secretaries stuttered together.
“What isn’t what it look likes?” he said, predicting their words. “Did you even ask this lady’s name?” His eyes were like daggers. This was a trap. “Why don’t you try asking?”
What else could they do? “Ah … y-your name miss?” the one on the left dared.
“Danny Fitz! My name is Danny Fitz!” she squealed. She was still oblivious to this entire situation.
Both womens’ eyes went even wider than before. “As in … as in Fitzgerald?”
“Yeah, why? … Hey wait, how did you know that!”
The man rubbed his temples, trying to see past Danny’s stupidity. “I think that will be all ladies. Please return to work.” Somehow he managed to make the request sound like a threat. Without another word, he turned Danny towards a hallway with an elevator. He didn’t even bother to turn around when he said, “Perkins you will follow us up,” he finished, brusquely.
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Gosh that was cool. That was really, really cool. Danny pouted as she followed Oersted. She could’ve done that herself! She knew how to say her own name. Stupid Oersted. Sighing, Danny shot a knowing look at Perkins who said nothing. It seemed even goofy Perkins was silenced in the presence of Oersted. They rode up the elevator in silence as well. Oersted was staring at his watch, while Danny made faces in the mirror of the elevator. Oersted pretended not to notice. Perkins just stood firmly as always.
Finally they arrived on the designated floor, and Oersted showed them to her room. It was one of four rooms. He opened the door with a code number and then showed her inside. It was a typical business class room; a bed, a closet, a bathroom. Hotel-like. Except ten times more posh. Such was the business elite though, right?
Perkins hurried to set down her suitcases by the bed, and then stood by the door. He gave a quick bow, Oersted waved his hand and then Perkins was gone. Danny was alone. Oersted began a short, pithy monologue to which he expected Danny to follow to a T. “This is your room. The code is 9274, and the other three rooms share the same code. I expect you to find facilities on your own. There is a restaurant on the next floor. I will tell them of your arrival, and you can get food there.” Now he leaned incredibly close to her. “Do not, under any circumstances, venture outside this building without permission. You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to venture outside this floor and the next floor without any permission.” Now he actually turned his head towards her and said, “Do not Jack this up for me Danny. You’re a disaster waiting to happen and we both know it. Do I make myself clear?” Danny couldn’t do much but nod. “Excellent. I will have dinner every night at six pm. I could care less whether or not you are there.” Was that an invitation? Or what … “For the remainder of the time, I will be in my office or elsewhere. Do not need me.”
With that, Oersted exited the room and left Danny truly alone. As soon as he was gone, she shlumped her posture and let go of a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. He really was terrifying when he tried. Nevermind that though.
The first thing Danny did was throw off her shoes and jump on the bed. It was so CUSHY. She ran around turning on the tv and flipped to a random channel. She checked the personal fridge for food, to find complimentary beverages and candies sitting there. She definitely ate them. There was a small kitchen, but Danny was useless in the kitchen. It would probably go unnoticed. Eventually, after all of her shenanigans, she flopped back onto the bed already bored with herself. She reached into her pocket, only to find that her eyephone was missing. What the Jack? Where could she have misplaced it. She scowled and resolved to tell her brother about it tomorrow. This was going to be a week long of nothing.
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The week passed both quickly and slowly. Danny was thankful that she never truly had to engage with her brother, except for at dinner, and even that was easily avoided. There was the one time when she had to beg him to use his phone to call Perkins to bring her phone to her, but it had passed quickly. Although Oersted had been rather irritated about it, Danny didn’t notice. In that sense, it went by rather quickly. On the other hand, she had absolutely nothing to do. Her posh hotel room that so many hoped for was more like a cell for her than anything else. Occasionally she would find something new to do, or a new show to watch. Maybe she might go up to the restaurant and talk with the chefs (all of which brushed her off as quickly as they could), but all in all it was incredibly boring for her. There were no friends to go pester. No field to run around in. No Roch to goof off with. No Bea to make crafts with. No Rikki to …
Well she had to do something. One day, Curseday to be exact, she snuck down to the next floor below her to do some snooping. She was, unfortunately, dressed up in one of her mother’s outfits, so for once she actually fit in with the office scene, in apparel only. Eventually that had gotten boring too.
So she decided to pull a prank. Of course. Not even thinking about it, she walked into the nearest cubicle (which was empty, lucky for her) and burned up a single page of a stack of paper. The person probably wouldn’t even notice it was gone, but Danny thought she was the cleverest little scareling in the world. As she walked out of the cubicle, a nearby skeleton gave her an odd look, which she stuck her tongue out to. With a witch-worthy laugh, she walked back up to her room.
Even that wasn’t fulfilling though. Danny would never admit it, but she was not only bored, she was missing her life at Amityville. She missed Ignis and G, Tiff, and even Tony (as the Rabo was forced to stay at her parents’ house). She missed all the classes with the crazy teachers (except maybe Savage. She didn’t miss trollapus). Most of all though, she missed her friends. She missed the way Roch would tease her about things, only to embarrass himself later over Xiu. She missed Moure playing Scario Kart with her, even if he was dating that weird Edel thing. Heck, she even missed Edel to tell the truth. She missed Rikki too, but for reasons she couldn’t place; maybe it was sitting in his lap at Movie Club, or maybe it was the way his hair was so soft and smelled so nice …
Let’s face it, Danny was homesick, and bored. Another mischievous idea hit her though. If she couldn’t go back home, why not bring home to her? She whipped out her eyephone and sent a text to Moure:Trira wanna come over for dinner tomorrow? its at a fancy place!
Moments later a text buzzed onto her phone screen.So Danny says what? no! its at a fancy restaurant in a fancy building! Oh Moure Oh good. And sure? I don't know how much I'd eat, but yeah, sure. When tomorrow? (And do I need to wear something, uh, fancy?) Danny Responds tomorrow! and no ur fine in ur clothing. perkins will pick u up at like 5 ish!!
With that she shut her phone. Moure would entertain her for a while. She bit her lip. Should she invite Rikki? She had left him … well hanging at the party, but that wasn’t her fault! Danny thought about texting him, just like Moure, but it didn’t feel right. Instead, she hit the call button.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 3:12 pm
Rikki’s phone vibrated near him on his bed and he turned he head to blink blearily at the clock on his nightstand. What the… He glanced at the caller id and answered any ways, his voice husky from just waking.
“It’s before noon, Danny,” he complained, face still stuck to his pillow. “What’s up?” It was a light argument compared to things he’d said to callers in the past. There maaaay have been an instance where someone had been met with ‘Jack you… -click-‘ but Rikki couldn’t quite recall. Before noon was before Rikki was prepared to handle the world.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 3:41 pm
At first she didn't say anything. She was really just happen to hear his harsh just-waking-up tone. It was interesting to hear a new sound that she hadn't heard before. Lucky for her, he began talking first. He definitely sounded tired. Maybe she should just call back later.
Oh well, too late. "Ah ... hi," she began, "Um ... would you want to come over for dinner tomorrow?" Didn't that sound to forward? "Uhh it'll be at a fancy restaurant ... oh but you don't have to dress up ... um ..."
Was this too awkward? Maybe she really should have called back at a better time. After all, he was sleepy still, just waking up and all. He probably wouldn't give her a coherent answer. Something like "blargablargablarg" and then he'd fall back asleep.
Yet ... at the same time she hoped he would be able to come. She missed him, a lot. Plus she had to figure out what secret he knew that she didn't.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:20 pm
He realized with a bit of delay that if he was going to talk to Danny and actually comprehend the demoness, he'd have to find a way to wake up a little. He got up as she mumbled and staggered to his bathroom, the squeak of a faucet turning and the rushing noise of water drifting through the speaker. Somehow, Rikki managed to wash his face and talk to her without getting his eye phone wet.
"Setting me up to meet your new boilfriend Vincent?" the question lilted with a bit of light-hearted laughter, but the reaper scowled into the mirror. He hadn't forgotten the jealousy that had squeezed him at knowing she was out with another boil. He gripped the edge of the sink and focused on keeping that out of his voice. "How did you manage to score a reservation at a fancy restaurant?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:42 pm
"Vincent? Who's Vincent?" She paused to recollect her memories. Did she know any Vincents? Maybe there was one that went to Amityville? She felt like she had seen one in the halls, but then, Vincent was a pretty common name. Maybe he was talking about the servant at her house? How did Rikki know about him then?
Wait a second, did he say boilfriend?
"I don't have a boilfriend! You know that Rikki," she said into the phone. Could her blush be heard over the phone? She certainly hoped not. "And anyways, the restaurant is upstairs. I just asked the nice chef guy. He's really cool, you'd like him. He has this eye on the back of his..."
Was this getting off topic? This was getting off topic. "Uhh... a-anyways. Would you want to come?" Boilfriends aside, Danny did hope he would come. She needed all of her friends for this party to start!
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 7:24 am
She didn't remember what she'd told him. That was almost... a relief. He turned to lean against the sink, running a hand through his messy hair rather than combing it.
"The demon dorms don't have a restaurant upstairs Danny." At least, he didn't think they did? Maybe it was like a privilage that only the demons knew about. It would explain why she'd need permission from the chef. Would she get in trouble for inviting him there in that case?
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:56 pm
What in the world was Rikki talking about? "I know they don't." She was definitely confused. Did they have a restaurant up there?
Did everyone know about it?
WAS SHE BEING LEFT OUT???
No wait, calm down. Calm down."And if they did," she added, "I would know about it!" Of course she would. Everyone told her the truth all the time. What's a secret?
Hesitantly, she added, "Um but, we're not going there so. Um." How did she explain where it was? "Do you know the um... the building in the city with the big gold O on it?" she asked. Surely he'd seen it. It was pretty hard to miss after all. "The restaurant's on the top floor." Surely even Rikki could understand this, right?
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:12 am
Big gold O... He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking.
"Yeah, I know that one. I passed it on the way into school. You're not on campus..." he concluded. Why hadn't he known? He hoped it was just a case of Danny forgetting. "How long have you been gone?"
So what if he wasn't answering her question? She was probably squirming impatiently, and the image in his mind made him smile. She could deal with a little torture for not telling him she was leaving.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 9:19 am
Impatient was right. Danny groaned and said, "Yes! And I've been off campus since Frightday!" She was squirming just as he predicted. Danny really didn't like talking over the phone for very long.
So what if she had forgotten to tell him (and everyone for that matter)? It was just an accident! Why was he so worried about it? She could take care of herself (well maybe she couldn't, but she would damn well try!). If all else failed she could always call on ... Oersted ...
"Are you coming or not?" she whined playfully, fed up with waiting for so long, but still happy that he hadn't said no. That was a plus at least. She just wanted a straight answer.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:39 pm
Frightday? Jack... she'd been gone a while. But he was finding himself in a better mood, unable to be angry at her for not telling him. "I don't know Danny, I have a lot of homework, and- pfffhahaha," maybe he should have picked an easier lie to tease her with... Homework was just too funny.
"Yeah, I'll be there. What time do you need me there?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 7:37 pm
If looks could kill over the phone, Danny would be a mass murderer. Her pout when he "joked" with her was that of an unimpressed donkey; stubborn and not amused.
Sure, joking was fun and all, but it really scared her that he might not come. Even more so that he might take homework over her. That just wasn't fair.
"Just come tomorrow. I don't care when," she spat. With that, she hung up the phone in a huff. Stupid Rikki!
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:08 pm
Well with that out of the way, there was only one person left to notify. Should Roch be invited to this dinner party? That just seemed like it was asking for trouble. Still, she felt as though she should at least call him. Let him know where she was. He was undoubtedly missing her to death. Definitely. She picked up the phone and dialed his number…
And no one answered. It went to dial tone immediately. He had it on silent for some reason? Why would he do that? “Rochhh,” she whined, to no one in particular (since no one was there anyways). She took a moment to flip herself over on the bed, and hit the new message button. Well fine, if he was going to be that way… She would just go to him!Text Hey stupid roch, wanna come 2 dinner tomorrow?
Obviously, he didn’t respond at first. Frustrated, she put the phone on her bedside, and left it alone for a while. Instead, she chose to watch the scary movie “Sparkles and Princesses: 3” She was so into the movie that when her phone buzzed, she nearly jumped out of her pants with fright. At least no one was here to see that embarrassing display. She flicked the phone open and read the message. A furious text conversation ensued.
She was about to explain the situation when another message popped up on her screen.Roch Nevermind, I got a date tomorrow night
Danny guffawed. Roch? A date? Did things finally work out with Xiu? Either way, she was getting to the bottom of this. Danny no way. stop making things up ): Roch well it ain't a DATE DATE but me and Hel are goin' to hang out, I promised her before goin on vacay.
So it wasn’t a date. That was a relief. Roch couldn’t just get a ghoulfriend while she was gone! That violated the best friend laws, (which she definitely didn’t just make up), unless it was someone she knew. Well Hel was nice enough, so Danny would approve of that. Okay, amendment to the best friend laws. If the choice is suitable, then it’s okay. That sounded fair. Still, Danny wasn’t too happy about him just declining her willy nilly. Danny nodded her head and typed a response back. Danny UGH FINE. MAY ALL YOUR BACON BURN!!!!
Satisfied, she set the phone down, and ran upstairs to go talk to Barteaux, the chef. He was, as usual, in the back of the kitchen, so she had to wait for a snot-nosed (literally) slimer to come answer her. The boil only worked part-time, but had already been bothered by Danny’s impatient annoying habits. As soon as she walked through the door, he immediately rolled his eyes and turned to get the chef. The boil obviously didn’t want to deal with Danny more than he had to. Not that Danny minded.
The chef was an argos; a giant with one hundred eyes. Most of them were clustered on the back of his head, but he had a few in other places,like the back of his knees. That was cool. Either way, all one hundred eyes didn’t look too happy to see her. Just like the waiter, he wasn’t amused by her musings. Who could blame him though? She had done nothing but ask him for all sorts of foods to eat, and when she ate them, she was rather messy about it all (messy for the upperclass demons anyways). It wasn’t very good for the restaurant’s reputation.
Either way, he had to see to her requests. He didn’t want to lose his job; after all, it was his boss’ little sister. “What’ll it be Danny?” he sighed. “Another bowl of bataroni, or maybe this time you want eight hot dogs?” he said sarcastically.
Completely forgetting her purpose for coming here, Danny blurted, “Ooh that sounds neat!” The chef gave her a scowl, and when you have one hudred eyes glaring at you, it doesn’t feel too great. “Um, I mean … like … hnggg.” He relented and she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “Um, tomorrow my friends are coming over. Could you make them something nice?” she asked.
“Well how many people are we talkin’ little lady?” the monster said, turning his knife idly.
“Oh just two.”
“What you want made?”
“I … don’t know, but I told them it would be fancy! You can do lots of fancy things right?” her tone grew more and more excited at the prospect of fancy things. This would impress her friends for sure!
The chef seemed rather excited at her compliments as well. Seemed as though someone was finally appreciating him. He pushed up his chef’s hat a little higher and said, “Well I can right make a lotta fancy things!”
Danny bounced excitedly; fancy things sounded good! “Yaaay! Fancy things!”
The chef actually started bouncing a little too until he realized what he was doing and stopped. He gave a quiet, “ahem,” bowed, and then left the room. Danny was excited still. This was going so well! Now all she had to do was wait until tomorrow!
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It turned out tomorrow was taking a lot longer than expected. She spent most of the day “preparing” (which really just meant running around pretending to have a purpose), and watching movies. It wasn’t that exciting. When the time of the dinner finally came, Danny made sure everything was perfect. That meant pestering the chef more, until he shooed her away to return back to making dinner.
So there she was in her room, trying on dresses. None of them seemed to look right, and none of them were comfortable. All of them felt so ghouly and awkward! Couldn’t she just stick with shorts? Why was that so difficult for her mother to understand? Even ones that didn’t look stylish ended up being incredibly uncomfortable. Danny just couldn’t win.
Eventually she just threw on a dress that basically looked like a big shirt with a belt in the middle; it was the closest thing she could find to her normal style of dress. She left her hair down, which basically made it look like a wavy mess. Far, FAR, from attractive, and far from the upperclass demons who roamed the hallways of the building. Whatever, it wasn’t like she cared about them anyways.
For now, she was situated on the front floor of building, in the entrance way, waiting for Perkins with her precious package. That is, Moure. He wouldn’t leave her hanging right? Danny tugged on the end of her dress (shirt?). This was weird; Danny wasn’t used to waiting on someone.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:34 pm
Moure wasn't used to being invited anywhere that involved the words 'fancy'. And he most definitely wasn't used to getting driven anywhere. (If anything, he probably would've been the driver in most situations, really.)
As such, when Danny's family's car rolled up to pick him up for the fancy dinner she had invited him to, Moure was a little out of his comfort zone. He was dressed in what he'd worn to prom, since he didn't know how fancy this food place was. He was signaled into the car by the driver -Perkins, was it?- and got in after admiring the car for a moment. It was a very nice herse, really.
Once he was inside, he more or less sat in quiet for some time, simply listening to the car's engine and the sound of the wheels rolling over whatever got in their way. Finally he asked the driver what kind of motor it ran on, along with a few other car questions. The general response was something along the lines of, "I just drive the car." from the driver. After that Moure stopped asking questions and simply looked out the windows as they drove.
Finally, the car rolled up to where they would apparently be having dinner, and Moure cautiously got out. It was a very high-scale place, one where he was nearly sure he shouldn't be allowed to eat in. This was like a place Cphira would've gone to, not one of her lowly patchworks. Wary, he pushed through the revolving door and, much to his relief, Danny was sitting nearby. He quickly weaved his way through the many milling people, careful not to bump anyone in there, and got to Danny's side. He was like a fish out of water in this sort of enviroment, and the fire demon was his only life-line here. "Danny!" He said gladly once he'd reached her, looking around quickly before looking back to her. He was suddenly very glad he was in his at-least-kind-of-fancy clothing (aka the chauffeur's outfit from prom minus the hat that was still in Danny's possession) when he noticed even Danny was dressed up for this. He looked back to the milling people with a little expression of unease, then back to Danny again. He gave her another nod and said, "S-so what are we supposed to do now?" He was trying not to look too nervous, but he was really not in his enviroment right now, and probably showed.
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