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Undead Stadium

To say that Belladonna was exhibiting a fair amount of fan tendencies would have smacked of a lie. Just because she hadn't gotten a good look at the band's sign or their logo didn't stop her from taking an old black t-shirt and scrawling across it in white ink splotchy letters that read The Rocking Dead, accompanied with a fair amount of splatter. It also hadn't stopped her from wearing what she deemed 'punk', which was really just a skirt she had found lacking and had thus instead ripped to shreds and had been thrown over a fluffy, red petticoat finally paired with a pair of "stompy boots". She'd even had the decency to put her hair into two fuzzy buns so that her hair wouldn't get in the other participants way. And it certainly hadn't stopped her from shouting as loudly as possible, waving her hands, jumping up and down in front of her seat, screaming, giggling or swooning at any given time during the various songs.
OK. The swooning only happened during one song. Anyways~

The contest progressed just as it had last time, for which the witch was glad because a level of predictability was nice. At least in the pacing. As for the battles, that was more up for grabs and therefore vastly more entertaining. While she couldn't watch all the fights as they happened, Belladonna instead concentrated her viewership on the Undead Stadium where her favored band was fighting. And doing fairly well, she might add. Of course, it didn't stop the commentary she had going on with no one but herself.
"Alexander, both sticks at the gnomes, not yourself! Hey! That gnome pulled a frisky move! That's not within battling rules!" Seven hells, she didn't actually know. Didn't mean she couldn't shout it. "They're short! Just kick 'em around a little!" With each hit her flailing got more excited until a familiar little shock of lightening formed and the witch got even more excited. She made absolutely no attempt to hide her unadulterated glee for what happened to the gnome her dearest Mort smacked with an additional hit of electricity.

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Who got swag? Undead got swag. It also wasn't very hard to find the spot of bright red hair in the audience.

"Well hello groupie~" Mort called with a grin as he approached, hoping he still didn't smell like bird crap. "Heard screaming even over other noise!"



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And then suddenly Uragiri would feel a small tug at her swishing skirt.

It was now in the hold of a little ghoul with wide, curious eyes. OvO Swishy? Preeeettyyyyyy~

Such a wondrous clamor attracted her. Kyrie was a big fan of music (for obvious reasons) and almost an equally big fan of those who yelled a lot. Yelling was fun right? And so was cheering. She had no idea who she was cheering for, but she did anyway because everyone else was doing it so she had to too, right?

So she swished the clothed a few times, giggled, and then let go. She then spread her arms above her head and flailed them a bit, hoping that would incite more music and yelling and yeah. ( ﾉ)◕ヮ◕)ﾉ)

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And indeed Mort caught her, if only with a small grunt - she was heavier than a guitar after all. "Yup!" he said with a grin. "But, ah, was only first round; haven't really won just yet. Was just gnomes, though; not like was worried."

He gave her a once over. "Mrrrr, went all out, eh? Look like just came from battle've your own." And those boots looked dangerous to be near. ovo

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Bands? Battling? Grendel was all over that. The young teenage vampire boil was dressed in his usual get up, hat cocked off to a jaunty angle, his long dark red hair tied back, leaving the black streaks in front to frame his pale face. When he'd told his parents where he was going, they were only too happy to see him out the door, likely just relieved that he would be spending time hanging around the school rather then spending more time with the usual riff raff and trouble makers he generally associated with. Amityville was their school of choice for him, and they were desperately attempting to get him enrolled.

And so here he found himself, gliding silently into the stadium proclaimed that proclaimed itself to be 'undead', noting with some disappointment the empty stages set in middle with all of it's instrumental wreckage flung about. He'd obviously missed the first round while getting ready to go out.

He turned away as though to leave and find something else to do until the next round begun, when his eyes landed on somebody quite familiar, and his pale lips quirked up into a smile. "Ravnos." He practically purred, making his way over to the other vampire, raising an arm up against the wall and leaning towards him.

"I see your Granny has let you out to play today?" A flash of teeth, baring a hint of fang.

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Ravnos was only rewarded with a deep chuckle for his quick witted reply. If Grendel was at all bothered by the comment, he didn't let it show. Really, he wouldn't have expected any less of the other vampire who was so casually leaned up against the wall, backed into a corner with no room for escape. His own smile just twitched up further, and he reached up with his free hand to lightly brush the hair back out of Ravnos's face with his knuckles.

He then leaned his face in close, "Tempting, hmm...perhaps later?" his voice just a quiet whisper in the other boils ear before he was abruptly pulling away, pushing himself back from the wall and taking a step back to appraise the other vampire with his own large and toothy grin spreading across his face, hands spreading out at his sides almost apologetically. It was a game they played far too often, the teasing, the jibes about each others family. But Ravnos was a friend. A good friend. Anything else that there might be between them...well, it was at this point left unexplored.

Not that there was ever a doubt it Grendel's mind that Ravnos totally wanted him.

"It is good to see you here, Ravnos. I thought for sure you would be with the others today. Have I missed out on much?" His thumbs looped into the pockets of his black pants as he rocked on his heels, eyes flickering back towards the vacant stage.

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"Hey now, that's a little unfair!" Came a female voice somewhere behind Ravnos.

Amrita had made her way to the stands after her battle, to see who was there and to thank Bella for cheering so hard for them...but instead of that she came across a pair of students she didn't recognize, and even worse one that was clearly making fun of them! How rude! Despite how much she agreed with them - especially about the singing- she had to back up her precious team. The patchwork put her backward hands on her hips, trying to seem as sassy and confident as she knew she could be; whether or not it worked though, was yet to be seen.

"Think you can do better?" She challenged, finding herself honestly grinning.

"Ri-Ri!!!"

Siobhan squealed, flinging herself into a seat nearby the ghoul she'd met at Christmas. "I did not know you were in town! It is so good to see you, friend!!!" Siobhan was still in full costume; cropped top with leather hot pants and thigh high boots, her tremendously long unruly hair pulled up in a ponytail.

"Oh Oh! Did you see us? We lost! But um... It was fun!"