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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:31 am
She had her list of sign-ups, and she didn't even know half of these ghouls! Freya was SO SUPER EXCITED to be starting her secret solemn fanclub of Johnny Danger fans, but she wanted to be friends with the ghouls she was going to go stalking to concerts and stuff with. Since she knew the name, but not the face, behind the little signature at the end, she decided to meet Emily Device first.
So she knocked on Emily's door. Really loudly.
"HALLO, MISS EMILY? Are yeh ins today?" Freya tried to look through the crack in the door. Never enter a public bathroom with Freya.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:34 am
Wide-eyed and shaking, the small witch scurried into her closet to hide. They had found her!
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She wasn't sure who they were, but she was pretty sure they were up to no good!
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:36 am
Freya heard movement inside, so she didn't give up. The knocking got louder, more obnoxious, and more violent.
"MISS EMILY, PLEASE YEH COMES OPENS TEH DOOR FOR FREYA NOW!" She started yelling, while bang-bang-banging. "I NEEDS TEH SPEAKS WITH YEH. VERY IMPORTANTS!" Bang-bang-bang.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:42 am
Oh Jack, whatever this Freya was, it was really loud! Emily covered her head with a warm sweater to block out the sound, singing quietly to herself,
"Yeah yeah
Were-rat Jimmy is a second hand bogey
Leers out of Haunted Wood
Got a caldron brewing jellies, over the flames
Traded for some devilwood
Chainsaw Jimmy he's the one filled with scorn
But I hear he's doin' o.k.
Got a cozy little job selling the Wendigo mob
Packages the candycorn"
Meanwhile, Mr. Monty was ******** tired of this s**t, and yelled back,"NO HABLO! GO AWAY! NO HABLO!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:46 am
Freya stopped banging on the door when she heard a decidedly male voice calling out from inside the room, telling her to go away. Oh Jack, was Emily in trouble? Was there.. was there a BOIL in there doing awful things to her that she didn't want?!
THIS WOULD NOT STAND.
Freya grimaced at the door, making the most determined face her features could muster, and she backed away a few steps, tensing her body in preparation.
"IT'S OKAY MISS EMILY, FREYA IS COMINGS TEH SAVES YEH!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:51 am
Emily was in closet land, wondering if it was time to laundry yet. Laundry was always pretty traumatizing because of all the other reapers being around, what if someone saw her underwear? What if someone beat her up because they didn't like its colour? What if they needed extra seeds for the wash and she didn't have any and so they smelled bad and people made fun of them and it was all her fault?
The familiar wondered what Emily needed saving from this time, and what this Freya meant to do about whatever it was. It didn't sound particularly intelligent.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SAVE?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:54 am
Mr. Monty would receive his answer, in the form of a valkyrie's warcry, followed by a very loud and painful sounding thump against the door.
And then, Mr. Monty would hear a valkyrie's whimper, followed by the sound of a body sliding down against a door she had failed to break open.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:00 am
At the loud cry and clamorous at her door, Emily whimpered in her closet.
Mr. Monty, however, gained a fairly satisfied look, "Hey, witch...I think they gave you a pretty sturdy door this time." There was a soft click and the door opened in, causing the valkyrie's head to drop into the room. The familiar looked down at her, unimpressed. "Some bimbo broke her face on it." He pawed at her head, part curiosity, part kitty-sadism.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:05 am
Freya winced when the back of her head hit the ground, and she looked up at a cat, talking down to her (literally) and pawing at her. His paws caught up in her hair, catching at the point where it became a braid and snagging there.
And then she got up.
"Ach, gods, yehr the voice I heard, hah?" She muttered to the cat, who may or may not be in her hair. "I thought the wee Emily might have been in troubles.." Freya looked around, suddenly realizing that the cat was the only person she could see.
"But perhaps she is not here, hah? So hasty, I am." She rubbed her shoulder, checking for dislocation. She never was one to think before acting.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:15 am
"Oh she's always in troubles. But breaking her door would have only added to them, good thing you couldn't even manage that." As far as personal trainers went, Monty generally skipped the positive reinforcement and went straight to calling you pathetic at every possible turn.
"She's hiding in the closet, by the way."
"No I'm not!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:22 am
Freya looked a touch disappointed when the cat praised her for not being able to break the door, but her disappointment vanished when she heard Emily's voice peeping out from the closet. She perked visibly, her head craning over to look at the door, and her smile blossomed on her face.
"Oh, she is heres! Thank yeh so much, little kitty, yehr a good familiar, yeh ares." Freya reached out to pet Mr. Monty on the head, before scrambling to her feet and walking to the closet door.
Then she dropped back down to the floor, knelt in front of the door, and knocked very gently with her knuckles.
"Miss Emily?" Freya whispered. "Can I comes in?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:31 am
Freya would never know how much danger her ankles were in at that moment, as the familiar lashed out at her, muttering direly about the wanton molestation of his person by underaged airheads with silly accents. Then he went and sulked.
In her closet, Emily shuddered as she heard the Freya approach. Tensing at the knock, she was about to start crying when...it asked if it could come in? To her closet? Not drag her out? Or attack her? Of course this could be a trick, maybe this Freya was even stronger in the closet. On the other hand, what would stop them from breaking down this door?
She had to come to a decision, to remain in the closet and hare it, or step out into the room, and she needed to make it now. Steeling herself, Emily answered, "Um...o-okay. Come in."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:35 am
"HURRAY!"
Freya opened the door to the closet, and stuck her head in. The brightest of smiles greeted Emily, before she climbed into the tiny area, squirmed into something resembling a seated position, and faced Emily. She sat there, for a handful of beats, and just smiled.
Then she gasped. "Oops! Sorry!" She murmured, as she reached out and plucked the door to the closet, pulling it in until it closed with a snap. Now they sat there together, in the dark.
".. so how are yeh?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:44 am
Emily stared back at the blonde ghoul. She didn't look so bad, she was even smiling!
Okay she was smiling a lot...it was getting a little scary actually...
She let out a little sigh as the blonde closed the door, leaving them both in darkness. It was kind of cozy really. "I'm...I'm okay. H-how are you?"
This wasn't so bad, Freya seemed nice. She even smelled kind of nice.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:58 am
"I am okays!" Freya didn't seem disturbed by the fact they were in a closet, or in the dark. She sounded just as happy to be here as she would outside in the sun. "I wanted teh meets yeh, because yeh signs up for meh first club, the ~~Johnny Danger~~ Fanclub." The way she'd said the name of the rock star would give away her expression, which had turned dreamy and liquid. She sighed loudly, and leaned her head against the wall of the closet. "He's so perfect.. the way he plays his guitar, and the way he holds it, and the way he sings, ahhhh.."
Freya trailed off, as she started to daydream about Johnny holding her the way he held his guitar. Ahhh so terrible, so lovely~
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