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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 8:20 pm
The ghost dorms were not quiet. Not since a new banshee moved in. Siobhan was so excited to be in Amity, she couldn't contain her excitement.
The banshee was floating through the halls. All of the halls.
From a distance, you could hear her coming. Soft at first.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
then louder
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
ear bleeding squealing
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:15 pm
Needle had been drawing when the eeeeeeee noise started. Her usually blank mind was filled with this excited noise, and it was getting louder and louder, so much so that her brush jumped all over the page, pulled by the ink feeding off the atmosphere. Where there had been a calm peace there was now a jumble of lines and squiggles, zigzags that meant nothing other than complete and absolute spastic joy.
The noise got closer and it started to do more than affect her ink, it started to give her a headache. She tried to ignore it, really she did, but after the noise passed right by her door she couldn't contain it anymore! The ghoul crossed the room, tossed her door open...
...and chucked her ink-laden brush at the back of the ghoul's head.
And proceeded to pretend it was a complete accident.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:32 pm
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--owie!"
The floating banshee tumbled to the ground, her long train of hair flopping all around her as it caught up with her thanks to the inertia. Her messy, junk filled hair now had a paint brush sticking out of it.
The ghoul got to her knees, looking around curiously.
"Oh my.. what was that?" She turned and crawled, finally spotting Needle. The paintbrush loosened and fell, clattering on the floor behind her. Siobhan turned her body to pick the obect up, looking it over cautiously, then back to Needle.
...
Oh!
"Ah! You dropped this~"
OwO
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:58 pm
Needle, who was doing nothing suspicious whatsoever as she stood in the hallway in front of an open doorway with unsuspiciously fresh looking ink-stains on her already stained hands, opened her mouth in an 'o' of surprise. One of the aforementioned ink-stained hands lifed to press fingerlips to lips, attempting to look all out shocked, surprised and ever a slightest bit appauled...which was difficult, considering one couldn't see her eyes.
"Oh my dear, I thank you for finding it!" The engraver drifted forward easily, holding out her hand to reclaim her brush. "Where did you acquire it?" She asked innocently; what kind of mean person threw paintbrushes? Certainly not an Engraver. Oh no, that would be rude!
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:23 pm
Siobhan smiled with childish pride, giving the engraver her brush back and lifting herself to her own two feet."I found it in my hair! It tends to grab things as I move about. Though I found it rather forcefully. It seemed to have dropped on my head with a mighty big kathud!" The banshee exclaimed in her scratchy voice, nodding her head seriously.
Kathud was said with arm movements that may not have been entirely necessary, if at all.
"Are... are you uh..." Siobhan started, seeming panicked all of the sudden, shaikly pointing at the brush. Soon, she seemed to shift from nervous to outright shy, shifting her shoulders and twisting her toe on the ground. "A-a-a- an artist?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:04 am
Behind Needle's mask, her gaze moved down to the (to her, somewhat glowing) brush in her hand. She wasn't sure if she should pity the ghoul for her naivete or if she should thank her for it; she really had no idea how she would have explained away a moment of weakness in throwing it at her head. Whelp, time to play along!
"Is that so? Oh my, what a bad brush!" Needle tsked, holding the brush out at arms length to shake her free index finger at it. "No Kathud-ing on friends!" A tsk or two later and the brush disappeared again, probably tucked into her obi somewhere. Head tilted as the ghoul went through a rather abrupt range of motions, until pointing at herself.
"Mm? Ah, of sorts?" Inky fingers tapped on her bottom lip, leaving little ghostly fingerprints in it's wake. "I draw on skin! Permanently!" Her back straightened in pride, inky hands leaving their marks on her hips now. "Would you like me to draw on you? I promise it will hurt!"
A pause.
"I mean, it will not. Yes." Much.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:09 am
Funny enough, Siobhan missed the hurting part of what Needle said, only hearing 'draw on you'. Her eyes lit up like stars, and she smiled from ear to ear.
"Omai! I would very much love that! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~" She banshee screeched with delight. This would make them friends, yes?
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:17 am
And then it was Needle's turn to get starry-eyes.
"WONDERFUL! Please, come in!" The Engraver stepped aside to let the screechy thing into her room, closing the door before the trailing hair had a chance to get completely in (whoops). "Where would you like them? Remember these will not come off, so if you don't want someone to see them lets make it someplace secret!" Meanwhile, she flittered around her room, quite *A*.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:22 am
Siobhan was elated that this was making the engraver so happy.
"Ah~! Thank you ever so!" She said as she followed. "Oh how glorious~ Art that never goes away~" The banshee skipped inside, only to be brought down as the door shut on her hair. With a yelp, her face met the floor.
"....-aah--oooow....I would like to have something on my foot, perhaps?" She called from the floor, rolling onto her back.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:29 am
"Of course!" Needle didn't seem to notice (or perhaps she just didn't care) that the ghoul was stuck with her hair in the door and her face on the floor. She had more important things to do! Things like making sure she had all her inks and needles ready! Oh boy oh boy oh boy!
"Yes! And nobody but you will have the design!" She keened happily; she'd go into specifics, but why bother? She was going to tattoo someone! (Un)Life was fantastic. Once she had everything together she knelt near the Banshee by the door. "Which foot?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:34 am
Siobhan was keening happily, wiggling and rolling side to side. A design just for her! Just for Siobhan!
The banshee looked up at Needle with anxious eyes. "Which? Oh..umm.." Siobhan stuck her feet in the air and let her dress fall to her knees. "Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis foot!" She pointed to her left foot.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:37 am
"Beautiful choice!" Needle keened, following the point of the hand to the foot. No, literally! She traced the ghoul's arm until she felt foot. She wasn't even sure if it was the foot she wanted, but it was the one she was pointing at! TAKE THAT!
The foot was brought down to rest on her lap, and Needle picked up her, well, needles. "Do try to keep yourself quiet if this hurts! Which it will." She explained in a happy tone, her fingers just itching to go to work; to feel the ink on her hands, the press and resistance of skin, and, if she was lucky, screams of pain.
She seemed to forget that her victim friend was a banshee as she got to work.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:42 am
It.. will hurt? But Needle just seemed so happy, so surely it wouldn't be too baaaaaa-----
"---AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
i'msorry
AAAAAAAAAA
idontmeantoyell
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:52 am
Needle outright flinched when the screaming started, enough to startle her into dragging the needle across flesh accidentally. WHOOPS! She put up with the screaming for a little bit, honestly considering stopping just to, you know, save her ears. Oh, but the ink wasn't done with the Banshee yet, apparently. Dang.
"One moment." The needles were set aside and the ghoul ripped up some of the nearby cotton to shove into her own ears. "MUCH BETTER!" Beaming, she got right back to work until the ink told her it was done.
"SO WHAT IS YOUR NAME, ANYWAY?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 12:44 pm
Siobhan's bottom lip wobbled as Needle paused, stifling chokes and sobs. The pain. The pain!
Needle's actions confused the banshee. Cotton goes into one's ears when making art? Oooh.. maybe if Sio did that while making her dolls they would be even better?
*u*!
The pain started again, and Siobhan bit her lip to try not to scream, her toes curling as she fought. "SI-SI-SI-SIOBHAN!" The banshee screeched. "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!"
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