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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 11:50 pm
Efflo had quickly glanced at the piece of paper handed to him, barely reading it, before shuffling to the appointed picnic spot. He sat down, exhaling a huff of a sigh. He didn’t even particularly know what insane urge had compelled him to sign-up at the frightfully pink booth, after all he was pretty sure what a date was, and that he’d never been on one, but also that he didn’t really want one. But… He knew so few boils and ghouls, he never had anyone to talk to or share anything yet. He didn’t even have anyone to hate… A friend would be nice. It would be very nice indeed, but the boil wasn’t getting his hopes up.
He usually loved sitting by the lake, though not particularly when it was so crowded and littered with… Were those rose petals? Euuugh, this was a bad idea, wasn’t it? And what was that music? He shook his head, flattening his ears. Only 15 minutes, only 15 minutes...
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 12:34 am
Finding herself at the picnic area, it occurred to Olivia that her idea that they would be running through all the booths was now right out. Unless, it really was a cleverly disguised starting line. But the very pink lady gave no indication as such and simply ushered her to where she would meet her partner in this very confusing ritual.
She came upon a boil, a very dark looking boil with very green accents and a really neat skull upon his head sitting on a very orange and black checkered blanket. Around him were flower petals and... candles... oh dear. Candles. They seemed to be small at least, but she eyed them wearily as she approached her new companion and sat down in front of him without a word.
And remained silent. Staring at him with a smile upon her face.
Olivia had no idea what to say. Was there something she should say? Maybe he would say something to get the ball rolling.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 1:21 am
He’d been so busy avoiding eye contact with everyone else; Efflo almost didn’t notice the ghoul approach. It was, however, quite difficult not to notice her as she sat down in front of him. She was smiling and staring… And staring… And staring… And before he knew it, Efflo was staring too. She had bright glowing eyes like he did, though hers were blue and he found them quite pretty. He felt his embarrassing blush rising, as a human; the horse’s emotions were pretty transparent. And he’d never spoken to a ghoul before. They were like some fabled creature or lore, rare to sight and even rarer to encounter. But they couldn’t just sit there staring could they? That’s not how things worked; it would just be too weird! But what should he say? What do boils say to ghouls? How should he say hello? He didn’t want to come off as rude or even worse, uncool! With a gasp, he realized he didn’t even remember the name he’d read on the sheet! How embarrassing, oh no, oh no, oh no. He hastily rifled through his pockets but it wasn’t there. Panicked, he looked all around the picnic blanket before spotting it lying nonchalantly near the picnic table. Stupid little paper! He scrambled to reach it and, still being a mite clumsy on two legs, the undead boil succeeded in knocking over several of the candles. Oh Jack, this was just getting worse and worse. And the hot flush he felt creeping up his cheeks was nothing compared to the heat the picnic blanket was feeling. Apparently candle flames likey fabric…
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 6:58 pm
[[on phone. So no formatting for you]] Usually if she was in the company of others that had a reason to converse with her, they would initiate the conversation no matter how mundane. Olivia was finding that this probably not going to be the case with her companion of the moment. She wasn't sure if she should feel awkward, watching him in silence without a clue on where to start. But she didn't. She was actually pretty okay with just watching him as she sat across on the picnic blanket. He had pretty eyes. Although she had to admit she was rather curious about why he was blushing and only expressed it with a slight tilt of her head. It was kind of cute, or was that the right word? A topic of conversation suddenly seemed to present itself as her date began to frantically fuss and search through his pockets for something. Olivia began to lean forward, ready to ask and poised to open her mouth when she suddenly felt a spark of heat not so far. Her eyes snapped to the source in an instant and widened. Another fire? How many fires was she going to encounter during this event?! For the first time since sitting down, the ghoul made a sound but in the form of a very frieghtened squeak. It wasn't a large fire but that didn't mean it couldn't get bigger! She went in her own frantic state, trying to figure out what she could - oh jack, she wanted to run but it was already past that flight or freight process. No, she was teetering into curl into a ball but still had enough thought process to function, maybe there was something in the basket? Olivia's hands dove for it to see before she completely shut down.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 10:16 pm
Efflo, on the other hand, was in full flight process. He was standing now, and on a stamping rampage… Must get that pesky fire out! His boots made it surprisingly easy to smother the flames; it definitely made better sense than his initial idea of using his hands. He scanned the picnic area rapidly and, after convincing himself that the fire was indeed out, he let out a rather large sigh. The boil took a step back, assessing the damage. The ghoul seemed to be okay, thank Jack! He wondered if maybe he should have offered to valiantly carried her to safety but then he remembered that his clumsiness is what had started the miniature blaze in the first place and that such a scenario would likely end up with both of them eating dirt. He knelt down, carefully blowing out the candles that had survived the carnage. Better safe than sorry. He glanced at the ghoul, face bright red… Well, as red as his dark face could be. “Er, ah, I’m-I’m terribly sorry!” he stammered. “Are you okay? It’s entirely my fault, I apologize, how clumsy of me! It didn’t get you at all did it? I’m really sorry!”
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 10:50 pm
The boil at least had a much better solution and handle on the situation that Olivia had smoldered down to. There were only so many locks left until she went into completely frozen in terror state when he finally got out the fire with his boots. She had gotten her hands on the soda, ready to use it and most likely add fuel to the fire; it had been a liquid, it seemed like it would have worked... at the moment.
"I .. will be," she replied after finding her voice, still clutching the soda bottle with a death grip. "There have been many fires during this event," Olivia told him, even though she was clearly not looking at him but the small burnt holes that now littered the once nice and neat picnic basket.
"... are you?" And now she was addressing him properly, turning her head and looking him in the eye with panic still written on her face.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:02 am
He felt guilty, the poor ghoul looked positively rattled. Fire was the nemesis of most undead, his own self included, but Efflo tended to be so apathetic towards his own existence that the fear rarely overcame him. Still, he felt really bad for scaring her. She was holding the soda can so tight he thought it might burst but he couldn’t blame her, even he was a little worried everything might go up in smoke again. “I’m sorry! And here I added another for you to deal with, s-sorry!” he apologized profusely, not sure what else to do. But as he stared at the soda in her hand, he realized that the picnic basket was still in tact; maybe there was something inside that would help calm her nerves! Leaning over her reached inside, spotted the chocolates excitedly. These might work! They were a bit melted but thankfully, their foil wrapping had held up. “Try these!” he exclaimed, holding them out to her awkwardly. He wasn’t really sure if it would work; Efflo had a penchant for sugary goodness but he knew not all boils and ghouls shared the same tastes. But maybe the act of eating would take her mind off of the singed picnic blanket…
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 12:40 pm
There was still an unease and shakiness to her movement, but Olivia managed to find a sense of ease and relaxed her position as best she could. Her body slumped a little, back to sitting with her legs folded beneath her. The soda bottle was probably not going to leave her hands, and as much as she had been shaken up earlier, it was probably going to be best not to open it.
"Y.. you didn't mean to," she tried to reassure him in a small voice. This fire clearly was by accident; unlike a few of the other two which were brought forth by an angered friend and the other by a small creature that had actually been trying to save her life, though probably not with the best element. "Thank you for putting it out so quickly," she mumbled on with a small smile. It was not only polite to express such sentiments, but it had been put out before any real damage could be done. (If only she knew he were also undead, how impressed she would be of him).
Olivia stared at the sweet in his hands before she finally managed to pry a hand loose to take what he offered with another mumbled thanks. She'd had chocolate before and could remember liking it as much as she could taste of it; sweets were just always a rare treat, something about not spoiling things. This one though, was nice and smooth to the taste. It seemed to melt in her mouth, and not because it had been close to the fire. "That's nice," she told Efflo.
Hopefully it would have any weird effects like that candy from that one booth. Seemed to be okay.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 3:22 pm
“I’m glad.” He settled back, exhaling a sigh of relief, as she seemed to relax, even if just a little. Absently he scratched the back of his head, trying to think of what to say next. He still didn’t know her name… Perhaps that was where to start. “My name's Efflo,” he said, extending his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. And again, I’m sorry we got off to such a rocky start.” He paused, taking a moment to put his thoughts together. The truth was often the best policy but he really hoped that the ghoul wouldn’t find him rude for his forgetfulness. Though, since she hadn’t run away screaming after the candle debacle, it would probably be okay... “I-I uh, was trying to find the note with your name on it… That’s when everything well… Went up in smoke,” he smiled wryly, still furious at himself for being so klutzy. “So, I’m afraid that I don’t remember your name, please forgive me.” He bowed his head slightly, embarrassed yet again.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 1:03 pm
Well, that explained why he was going through his pockets so intently - though not why so frantically, or was he so determined to find the card with her name on it? Come to think of it, where was the card she had gotten? Olivia's eyes glanced at the general location of her pockets as she popped the last bits of the chocolate into her mouth. It was probably lost in the abyss of them with several other little cards and things she had gathered at the Scarentines festival.
"I don't know where the card went with your name," Olivia told him in a sheepish tone. She should have probably prepared better herself, even if the thought of looking at it never crossed her mind. Introductions would have come eventually, wouldn't they? That's what they were doing right now.
"I'm Olivia," she replied, finally managing to let go of the soda bottle in order to return the hand shake greeting. "It's nice to meet you too," the ghoul offered him a reassuring smile for his apology, "it's alright, it made things... more interesting?" Probably not the best choice of words considering, but it would do.
moonspots hurray! finally ~ sorry it took so long!
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 10:50 pm
Efflo could be a bit slow on the uptake, especially involving ghouls. In fact, ghouls tended to make any sort of logic the boil possessed disappear. Therefore, any possible help he could get, even if it ended up turning out to be irrelevant, was an important piece to the puzzle of ghouls… Sometimes they just… Didn’t fit right, and caused fires. But hey, it happens right? Right? He shook her hand, grateful that she didn’t seem angry, and that she’d calmed enough to let go of the bottle. It was a good sign! He nodded at Olivia, interesting was on way of putting it. Settling back, he glanced around before looking back at her, not sure what to say next. He thought of a lot of things he could say but now that the Great Picnic Fire of ’13 was over, he found himself at a loss for words. After all, he was still pretty embarrassed and that compounded onto the fact that she was a ghoul, a very pretty one, meant even poorer social skills than usual for the undead boil. So, back to awkward staring it was.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 11:24 pm
Introductions seemed to be completed and Olivia pulled back her hand to rest it on her lap where the other one had found itself. They weaved into one another, a polite way of sitting even though her posture said otherwise. There was a need to relax after the small ordeal after all, at least she wasn't shaking anymore.
The conversation, though, didn't pick up and Olivia fell into silence along with him. Usually others carried on the conversation with her supplying a few words here and there. There were some topics she could think of off the top her head, but she couldn't find herself saying anything. At least she didn't find the silence uncomfortable, Olivia was actually rather used to it.
She stared back, the edges of her lips slightly turned upwards in the small vague resemblance of a smile.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 12:07 am
No, it definitely wasn’t unpleasant. He felt like they probably should be saying something, it seemed all the other students were but truth be told, he didn’t mind the silence. Less chance for screw-ups, that was for certain. Besides, they were at the lake and the boil often enjoyed spending his days sitting quietly in the grass on his own. This was a lot like that, and when they weren’t talking, her being a ghoul didn’t seem quite so frightening. He caught the hint of a smile, so maybe she was enjoying this too? He sighed softly in relief; perhaps he didn’t totally blow it. Staring back at her, he smiled at her, not widely, but warmly nonetheless. But 15 minutes goes by quickly, and when a portion of it is eaten up by fire, it doesn’t leave a whole lot for staring. The buzzer shrieked and other pairs around them all began getting up to go. Well, so much for peace and quiet. Efflo stood, again offering her his hand, this time to help her up. He didn’t say anything, but the smile remained on his face. It had been nice to meet someone who's social awkwardness matched his own. Or at least, was somewhere in the vicinity of his own. It was very unlikely anyone else was actually as socially inept as Efflo. Given the chance, though, the boil decided he wouldn't mind meeting her again, but preferably somewhere far, far away from candles.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 1:42 am
It was nice. Like one of those nice days in the open air just sitting somewhere candidly watching as other creeple went by on their day to day and catching a few words here and there. Letting the day crawl on without much of a worry. Those were also nice days and Olivia found herself filing their mere fifteen minutes together along with those; even with the little mishap. Because it had gotten better after all and her smile only grew when she caught his own. She could feel herself bright in a way seeing he was just as content as she was.
But then the buzzer had to go off, putting an end to their peaceful little staring contest. Olivia found herself staring soon enough at an offered hand and she took it with no objection, allowing this sweet boil to help her up. All she knew was a name really, but she could feel almost a kindred spirit of sorts; or even simply enough someone to enjoy silent afternoons every once and a while together. The ghoul was definitely open to meeting up with him again, and at least he knew where to be found.
moonspots and I think we're done! Yay!
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