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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:00 pm
Mac had meant to do this sooner, but, well...his ghoulfriend kept him busy. It seemed she was keeping things from him, but no matter what he did he couldn't get her to submit to keeping him in the no. Not only that, but it seemed like she'd never cheer up anyway. Oh well, he'd keep at it. He was resilient or at least stubborn.
So he decided to go check up on a certain Valkyrie across the hallway. He hadn't seen her since she lost her wings...did that make him a bad friend? Probably. But at least he'd go fix it now, because he was an amazing friend, okay. He wandered slightly down the hallway and knocked.
Nothing.
So he tried the door handle.
Still nothing. Locked.
Interesting.
"Hel?" He called, knocking again. Would she really go out? Probably not, at least in her condition. "Are you there?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:12 pm
Peace. Quiet. Sleep. All the sleeping. Since she was finally able to get Freya and Mot to stop hovering over her, she just been sleeping. The world was so much better right now while she slept, because she was dead to it. Her back didn’t ache. She just slept her days away, and as such, she let her appearance and hygiene uh…go to hel.
The ghoul was currently lying on her stomach underneath a mountain cocoon of quilts, and the persistent knocking and jiggling of her door handle was starting to creep into her sleep ridden mind. Wait…was that Mac’s voice? Oh yeah. She was definitely hearing things. That a** hat wouldn’t be here, no way. Satisfied with that reasoning, Hel drifted back off.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:17 pm
Sorry Hel, it really was Mac on the other side of the door...and he was about to get obnoxious.
"Hel" He urged, trying the door again. Of course, when it failed, he only started to knock all the harder. "I know you're in there, open up!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:22 pm
…No.
No he really wasn’t…
…Hel wouldn’t dream about this, no way. She had way better things to dream about (or not dream at all) than Mac pounding on her door. That only meant one thing. He was real. Hel lay there for a bit longer before her brows furrowed. Ugh, raising her voice took too much effort, but she’d do it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:29 pm
Mac was a real boil.
"HAH I KNEW IT" He cheered from the other side of the door, letting out a whoop of victory. Hel was in, which meant, after some prompting, she was his. You know, to torment. What had been her company like since the incident? Probably just Mot, maybe Freya; lets be honest, they were no fun. He was fun. All the funs.
"How about no, and answer the door, Hel. I need to talk to you."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:31 pm
She groaned.
Why Jack, why? Please to be putting her back in the room with Stacey again, okay? Okay, maybe that was really over exaggerating. Maybe.
“How about no, and back the ******** off my door, Mac. I need to sleep.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:46 pm
"And eat, and bathe, and b***h." Mac said as if he was agreeing with everything she said, but she did not actually deter him from trying to get into her room. "I'll ask one more time, Hel. Open the door."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:50 pm
“That is not asking, a** hat.” Hel replied in a snarky tone.
She then rolled over to face the wall, still on her stomach, and huddle more under her blankets. Maybe if she just ignored him long enough he’d lose interest and leave. It sounded like a really good plan, and once she was going to try. She closed her eyes once more, and tried to ignore him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:56 pm
Mac snorted towards the door, and then walked away. He made a point of stomping his feet too, because that's how obvious it was that he was leaving. But he didn't just go back to his room; no, he left the dorm entirely. He even walked around back, stomped into the garden, and took a hold of the bricks on the building.
Then? He started to climb.
He'd show her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:58 pm
Winning.
Hel couldn’t even smirk at her victory though, it really wasn’t that awesome, and it took too much energy to smile. Thus she slowly started to drift back off to being unconscious to the world. Too bad she left her window open. Maybe she’d learn better next time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:58 pm
The Psychopomp didn't often know how to give up, especially when someone like Hel was involved. She just screamed challenge, and he liked that about her. It took a long while, there was a lot of slipping and sliding (and some nice new scratches on his hands and knees), but he finally grabbed onto the window.
Well, he thought it was Hel's. Turns out it was Freya's, which brought on a huge wave of nausea. Ew. Freya. That ghoul left a foul taste in his mouth. Foul. Thus he became a monkey and tried to shimmy his way to the window he was looking for.
And then he realized...that he was <********> if she locked her window.
Oh well, here went nothing...! Planting his feet in some cracks in the brick, he found a way to balance himself and reached forward, trying to nudge open the window from the outside.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:07 pm
Today was Mac’s lucky day. Hel’s, not so much. Her window slid open very easily, smoothly, and most importantly, quietly. It granted the Psychopomp the easy access he needed, where under a boat load of quilts, a Hel-lump was about to lull herself back to sleep.
Oh, such a nice breeze. She didn’t question it at all.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:14 pm
It was certainly not Hel's lucky day. As he opened the window and slipped in, he wasn't anticipating a dresser there. He hit his arm off of it and tumbled to the floor with a few heavy thuds. Owwwwwwww why did he think this was a good idea, again?! He was already hurting, and Hel didn't even have the chance to throw a punch yet! JACKDAMN!
Well, either way he crawled his way to her bed, folding his arms on it and resting his chin there. Because he totally just didn't climb several stories and fall into her room. Nope.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:33 pm
A groan from a lump on the bed. What in Jack’s name was that? That loud noise? Please don’t say Freya was getting busy next door…please…so many interruptions today…
The ghoul turned her head so that it was facing her room now…and there was a weight on her bed, she could tell. One of the FoxFires, maybe? With a sigh, the ghoul lifted up her blankets a smidgeon, just to see. She was greeted with the opening being filled entirely by Mac’s face.
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Hel shrieked and immediately startled, flinging herself backwards and into the wall. Now, the ghoul hissed wildly in pain as she jarred the wounds on her back, and threw off some of her quilts to sit up and stare down at the reaper, absolutely livid. “What the ********, Mac!?” She cried. How did he get in!?
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:42 pm
"Hello, Hel." Mac said sweetly, smiling and tilting his head on his linked, bloody and dirty hands. He didn't seem phased by the pain she exhibited, or the cursing she was doing or the stance that just screamed I hate your guts what the ******** are you doing.
"You reek." He informed her, completely avoiding her question. "When was the last time you bathed?"
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