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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 2:35 pm
The lake.
Gene wasn't a frequenter of the lake; or water for that matter. In fact, this was her first trip to the school's lake, and she didn't seem to like it much. Her feet were dipped in, but a relaxed smile was not gracing her face that day. Instead, her mouth was twisted at an unpleasing angle, brow furrowed. She swore she felt something creepy flit by her feet every five minutes.
She wasn't quite sure why she persisted in doing this whole lake routine; maybe she thought it would help clear her mind. The fear of some monstrous leviathan lurking certainly distracted her from thinking about Mort, which was nice.
She was still as uncomfortable as heck, though.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 7:11 am
After his first attempt to relax at the lake had been interrupted by another Reaper, Mac headed back the next night in hopes of some actual quiet time in the place he loved the most (next to his own bed with Lizzy in it, anyway). To his dismay there was someone else there - again - and he almost gave a shout to them to tell them to leave; this was his spot after all! His, not anyone else's! Inconsiderate little---
Wait.
He realized something just then; this ghoul looked a little...apprehensive? Hm. So perhaps it was less her being an interrupting idiot (and a dumb ghost to boot) and more of her trying to get over some secret fear? Well, luckily for her he was quite suddenly in a very giving mood, and would do his best to help her! Plus, it would make him feel better about yet another interrupted quiet night at the lake. His outlook on the situation changed considerably and a smile appeared where there had been an annoyed frown; he approached her quietly enough, and the moment he could he put his hand out towards the middle of her back...
And shoved her right into the lake.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 2:10 am
Gene wasn't afraid of all water, per se, just...icky water. The water from the Famine trial? Glorious. Water at a water park? No problem. Lake water? No thanks. However, it seemed the cosmos had other plans for the ghoul. Feeling the hand on her back, her hands naturally shifted to dragon's claws out of self-defense, and she would have slashed the offended across the face, but...
She sputtered, flailed around, kicked, screamed, and caused a general ruckus before she realized she could just levitate out of the water. Doing just that, she was out from the lake and phased herself dry.
Hands still claws, she faced the offender. Reaper boil, tallish, pretty buff. Also, complete jerk. She clenched her claws and looked right into his black eyes. "The HECK do you think you're doing, douche nozzle?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 7:51 pm
"Helping you." Mac stated simply, watching unimpressed as the ghoul levitated out of the water and ruined all of his hard work. All of his hard work! What an inconsiderate ghoul! She was doing so well too, with all that flailing and screaming; it was music to his ears and clearly meant progress in his mind.
"You're Welcome~" He stated like a parent chiding a child...only with a lot more demeaning smugness. Really, what more was there to say? Carhop Calvalier Sorry it's short, Mac's like...OTL
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 5:52 pm
"Helping me?" Her voice seethed anger, hissing like a snake. Wait...yup, that was a snake tongue flickering out of the ghoul's mouth. Anger wasn't too lovely a look for Gene, actually, as her body began to react violently to her emotions. Pent up anger from the past few days was given an outlet, and it was wreaking havoc in the form of scales, spikes, and all other sorts of not nice things protruding from the ghoul's body.
She roared and rushed forward, shifting her hands into the fists of Iron Knuckles, and laying a firm punch right on the boil's mouth.
"You could have helped me by asking why I seemed so glum, you know. Or maybe you could have just walked by and ignored me. But no, you decided to be a douche today. Typical boil." Other than Frost, though. Frost was a sweetie; unlike most boils. This guy though? Prime example of grade-A boil douche baggery.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 1:20 pm
The Reaper didn't have much time to dwell on how crazy the ghoul suddenly looked. The way the unsure, hesitant little thing became a ball of total rage. All he had was enough time to go Wow, before there was movement and just as he was attempting to dodge there came a very sudden - very explosive - burst of pain.
"JAH-FFF-DAMN----" Mac sputtered, easily knocked back by the rage machine with the iron fist, falling hard on his a** and raising his hands to hold his face. What did people have against his face?! This was at least the second time this semester alone! He stayed seated as she practically yelled at him, holding his face and hissing in pain; but what he didn't do was listen to a word she said. Sure he saw her mouth moving and there was this annoying noise echoing in his ears, but all he really heard was something along the lines of I'M A b***h b***h b***h~
"WHAT THE BLOODY JACK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He howled before she could even finish what she was saying, letting go of his face to stagger back to his feet. "Skellington, woman!" He wrinkled his nose and only ended up hissing. "You either need to take some pills, or get laid." Mac's words were heavy and thick, from both the swelling and the blood that pooled in his mouth. At least he wasn't hitting her back, that much Lizzy should be proud of him for!
"Either way not jackin' it!"Carhop Calvalier Apparently getting punched in the face makes him disoriented what
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 2:22 pm
"GET LAID? ARE YOU- UGH!" Her face grew completely red in total rage, ready to annihilate this rude jerk of a boil. But no, she'd already done enough damage - and she didn't want to sink down to his level of doucheitude. Instead, she would just continue yelling.
"You boils are all the same, you know that? All you think about is sex sex sex, eating, and more sex. And when you don't want those things, you decide to either break hearts or shove poor unassuming ghoul's like me into a lake." She crossed her arms at this point in time, and leveled a glare at the Reaper.
"You're probably not even listening. You suck, like, for real."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 2:54 pm
Gene was right; Mac didn't seem to be listening at all. He was cleaning out his ear with a bloody pinky, his brow furrowed as he tried very hard to get rid of that annoying pitch in his ear. "Ah, sorry, what? I can't hear you over this annoying screech~" He was mature, so very mature. What Lizzy ever saw in him was completely unknown. Sadly, he was listening, and a lot of what she said hit home. At least it hit home where Past!Mac was concerned; Present!Mac was an entirely new specie of Mac, although still apparently a little cruel.
"Poor ghoul? Really? You're gonna go with that one?" He spit near her feet, the whole thing mostly blood form her earlier punch. "You're not even a ghoul. More like...a baby piggle with rage issues." Mac sounded distracted and he was; his mouth was on fire, and his teeth hurt. Damn that ghoul, damn her to the Human world and may she never return!
"And hey, if we boils are all the same? You ghouls are all the same-" Except for Lizzy, because Lizzy was his goddess. "So I'll just answer all your stupid questions now; no, no, no, yes, no, and yes that outfit does make your a** look fat." His bloody mouth curled into an admittedly painful grin but he just couldn't help it as he taunted her, leaning back and folding his arms across his broad chest.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 9:11 am
A piggle. A baby piggle. Her brows furrowed and twitched, hands balled into fists and shaking. How could this guy even act like he was something? He was nothing. "If I'm a piggle, then you're obviously a Stunted pony. Actually, wait, you're a canon cat." Yeah, take that burn, jerkwad.
Then he said the one thing a male should never ever, ever say in his entire life. Ever. Her pale features grew to a furious shade of crimson, and get teeth took on the aspects of a certain Wolfos. One more word, and she was gonna bite the living hell out of this punk. "One more word, and you're going into the drink." She snapped her jaws for added effect, and a snarl.
Take the bait, pinky.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 1:29 pm
Oh, burn!
Mac frowned at her insult - he'll show her a cannon cat! - but then paused, biting back any insult he could return in lieu of watching her turn into a raging beast. Well, now. She certainly looked like she acted, now! A little pup pretending to be a rage monster, showing off to try and look intimidating. Oh, he was going to rise to her bait, but he wanted his potentially last words to be completely and utterly meaningful. When he found them he grinned, rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck, and stretching out a hand to summon his oddly shaped staff, holding it down but still ready should the she-beast feel the need to attack him.
"Word."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 9:59 am
Word.
Inside Gene's mind were thousands and thousands of frayed ropes, all held together by a very loose knot. A pirate that looked like a red headed psychopomp violently breached her brain, took his cutlass that looked like a weird crooked staff, and cut that very loose knot. The result was a mass of ugly, distraught rope falling to the ground with a mighty crash, reverberating the doppelganger's mind space.
Meanwhile in the outside world, Gene's eyes were twitching more than a dead spider's legs. This kid...
Walk away, she told herself. Walk away.
Oh, she would walk, certainly.
She walked right through him, literally.
Not before kicking him in the balls though.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:25 am
KASJGHKADGFAKHDGFKAHFG Mac hit the ground with a choked cry, curled in a fetal position to try and make it stop. Stupid b***h! ********! He writhed in pain for a little while, trying to remember how to talk.
"t-Th-THIS ISN'T THE DRINK, DUMB b***h!" He howled between heavy pain-filled breaths, not even bothering to check to see if she was still there.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:39 am
Surprise, she was still in ear shot. She'd heard the B word enough today, thanks very much. Without a word she shifted into a Darknut, picked Mac up, and dropped him in the lake.
"Ew, smells like wet female dog."
With that, she left.
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