West had done a great many very strange things in his time as a student at Amityville, but crouching in the hall of the demon dorms while knocking at the baseboards probably still ranked somewhere in the top thirty.
It had started out as a perfectly normal day—jogging, classes, hitting things—but when he had arrived back at his dorm to change and go to Levi's, he had been just in time to see a smarmy little hippo hop off of his bed and hurry into his kitchen. It looked like it had something in its mouth, an envelope perhaps, and since it had been on his bed, clearly whatever it had didn't belong to a damn hippo.
By the time he had followed the thing, it was already gone, back through the hole in the cabinet under his sink that it had apparently wiggled out of in the first place. He was able to hear it just clearly enough to follow it if he held a glass to the wall, and follow it he had. Which is how he had ended up here. In the hall. Tapping at the baseboards.
Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 7:35 pm
Before the moment she walked down the hall towards her room, Riyo had something of a frighteningly normal day. Nobody had bothered her. Nothing had gone awry. There were no vampires poking at the beehive that was her emotions, nor any wacky-a** classes where guns were aimed at her face. Just... Normal.
It had her on edge.
Instead of the hands in pockets approach, the ghoul's arms remained folded as she pushed past the entrance, in case she needed to open a can of whoop a** in a hurry. Her eyes darted every which way. There would be something. SOMETHING before she was able to lock herself up.
Well. Yeah. There was a boil tapping on baseboards in the hall.
The clicking of her heels halted as she watched West, ignoring the vaguely familiar look of him as it would've been unnecessary stress to try and figure out where she had seen him before. What she really wanted to know was what the hell he was doing. Did she ask? Would this open up a can of worms? Her door was just a few more steps away. All the feline would have to do is skip past him.
BUT CURIOSITY BEING WHAT IT WAS-
"Soo uh... If you're expecting the boards to knock back, you might be left waiting for awhile."
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 8:10 am
He likely would have never even noticed the ghoul if she hadn't spoke. They might have gone on their merry ways, he might have eventually given up on his hippo chase, and things might have remained thoroughly boring and average, but that just wasn't meant to be.
West looked up briefly, his brows knitted in concentration-interrupted-by-bakeneko. The ghoul was familiar enough, but he couldn't recall her name if he had ever even known it. He quickly turned back to what he had been doing, knocking with the base of his glass, then holding it up to the wall and pressing his ear to it. "There's somethin' in there," he told the floor. "Hippos." His voice dripped with ire. Hippos had killed his parents. No, not really. They were just kind of annoying. His parents and the hippos.
"They took somethin' a'mine an' I want it back." If he had been in his own house, he would have taken a hammer to the problem, but he had always been a bit ridiculously well behaved at school, and he was so close to graduation that now seemed hardly the time to completely fly off the handle.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 9:49 am
... What.
WHAT.
Narrowing her eyes, Riyo took a big sniff of air to try and figure out what this boil was on. Nothing but the smell of vengeance. Or maybe that was bad body odor. Might've been hers, but that wasn't the point.
"Was it your dignity? Because you're not doing yourself any favors on getting it back right now." She was just saying. Honestly, hippos in the wall. What was next? Elephants in the pipes? Sharks in the refrigerator? "And if there really were hippos in the walls, wouldn't they be quiet if they could hear somebody looking for them?" Kinda like mice did. You had to be quiet when you were after one or else they wouldn't pop their delicious little heads out of the hidey hole... Wait, this was stupid. She was comparing a mouse to a hippo. "Maybe you should set a hippo trap." It was sarcasm, really.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:10 pm
He frowned and shifted his weight so that he was perching on his heels rather than crouching on his hands and knees. Yeah. All of this did sound pretty moronic when he wasn't just muttering it in his head.
"My dignity's... fine," West replied. He knocked at the wall again just to spite the ghoul, eliciting a faint, panicky scuffling sound. West pointed at the spot where he had tapped and looked up. "See! See, they're in there." He rose to his feet, leaving his glass behind while he brushed at his knees. "They're not like..." He held his hands up, approximating the size of one of the animals before giving up with a scowl. She was totally just making fun of him.
"Yeah, great idea," he said, rolling his eyes. "Traps. Y'got any? 'Cause I..."
He had been aiming to throw out a rather nonsensical hippo/Riyo comparison at that point, but he held his tongue when the thing in the wall moved again. This time, the sound was a bit further down the hall and a lot closer to the ceiling. What was going on in there? West took a step forward just as a small, pale card slipped out of a vent and fluttered down to the floor. He strode over and picked it up.
"Okay."
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all this time between tags
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:56 pm
Honestly, that sound could've been anything. Riyo's ear stood at attention as she listened to the muffled sounds of moving behind the walls. "Mm. So there is something there. Perhaps we need to call an exterminator and see if they have hipp-" Ah, the sound of scraping she related with small rodents. It easily distracted her and poked at the idea that she might want to eat whatever was hiding behind these walls.
But her thoughts were interrupted yet again when the piece of thick parchment slid out and wafted down to the hard wood bottom.
The ghoul lazily strode over and peeked over the boil's shoulder, eyebrow lifted at attention. "Uh. Can hippos write?"
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LMAO! Ain't no thang. I'm a patient person. <: Also the pic is pretty boss so thumbs up to that.
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