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 Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:05 pm
Stormy had come back to more than just a few memories poked out and a fatal incident on the island. There was something almost as important going on in her life.
Namely that Nevada had started talking with a new boy.
Now she loved her bestie, she did. And she knew that just because you talked with someone and came away friends didn't mean you liked them in that way. But Stormy found herself already on high alert anyway, because Nevada had gone through a lot with Tuck and Roland--and she couldn't sit idly by and let her step into another possible situation without at least getting the scoop on this hunter. It was what sisters did: they meddled.
So she had asked her roomie casually after him, playing up the part of a doting sister wanting every detail for the sake of her hunt. The name, Dylon something something. The look, Asian dark haired moon hunter with a green scarf and gray eyes. The title, target. Sounded simple enough.
Time to try and make Ms. Candace proud!
Stormy started off in the cafeteria, because while most preferred their own stocks of food, Dylon sounded brand new and probably still had his first check frozen. Her phone was out so she could look busy, allowing her to steal glances around her table as she nibbled on an apple piece.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:15 pm
Dylon meandered around the limited supply of food offered at the cafeteria, his attempt to not look disappointed evident. He'd been spoiled by Molly's cooking most of the time, so coming to this sorry sight was painful. Was that tofu? He hoped it was tofu. At least tofu looked edible.... Maybe that was also tofu made to look like pasta.. or just bad looking pasta. Was that burger mouldy?
Dylon took the least stomach turning meal available and carefully took it to a free table. Ah, there were a lot of people around now! It was a lot less creepy with people here. His smile returned, as he nibbled lightly on the probably tofu stick that didn't taste very cooked, listening in on the various conversations around him.
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:35 pm
She was just reaching for her water bottle when she spotted him. < < Don't stare, >> Thane warned as she looked back down avidly at her phone instead.
Wow, people were acting weird on twitter. It made her a little antsy about whether someone had forgotten her. Nevada was thankfully sane as far as she knew, but had Evan and Tuck been there? She'd seen Gale, so that was worrisome enough--
Okay. Focus.
She pushed her hair behind the appropriate ear to listen better sneaking peeks as she ate.
Quote: Roll an 8: Whoa. That's a scandalous piece of information! Good on you...maybe?
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:17 pm
He'd gotten through his tofu. That terrible, terrible tofu. His tongue was feeling the effects of too much blandness and needed some sweetening up. His saving grace was the cupcake he'd gotten from Molly. He'd brought it with him to have as a dessert. He carefully lifted it up, licking his lips and readying to peel off the paper when he heard a groan.
"Aww seriously? They had cupcakes?" A female senior hunter leaned over his table, eyeing Dylon's treat. "Ah, this? No, I brought this in. A friend made it."
"Home made!? You lucky a**. Come on, let me have it. You can have one nay old time. I've had a real shitty week so.." She held out her hand, giving him the puppy eyes. Dylon laughed lightly and handed it over. "Anything for a pretty girl." He said with a smile.
"Thanks, sweety~" The girl grinned and took off, gobbling Molly's cupcake.
Dylon sighed a bit, a frown taking over. "Aw shoot.. that was the last one.." He mumbled quietly, a resigned sigh escaping him and getting himself up to return his tray.
Anything for a pretty face!
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:30 pm
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:41 pm
Hmm...cupcake? It looked delicious...So. Baker or knew someone who was. Stormy glanced at him and the girl, eyes narrowing thoughtfully at the exchange. He just gave his food away? Either thoughtful or thoughtless, considering it was his last...and the girl had sounded a little self-entitled.
"Anything with a pretty face", huh? That got her attention, since it was either flirting or literal...or both...hmm. She didn't want to think bad of the guy right off the bat, even though her bias screamed he was bad from the start. Time to move in a bit closer.
Ducking behind a broad hunter as he passed by, Stormy took her tray up as if to get more food, passing by Dylon's table.
Quote: Roll a 2: You learned which bathroom they use...good job?
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:45 pm
Dylon finished up a juice box just as his would be stalker passed by. Tossing out that as well, the new trainee hummed as he left the cafeteria.
And into the men's bathroom. It was tinkle time.
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:55 pm
Alrighty, target, where were you going...She snapped up an apple to take with her on the go and left her tray to be taken up. Keeping her distance, Stormy bit into the fruit and chewed away, peeking out the cafeteria door in time to see him--
--go to the bathroom.
Well okay then. She shut the door behind her and crept into the girl's bathroom across the hallway, hoping she could a least hear him exit when he was done.
Boy parts in the pants. Always good information to know.
Hence did Stormy creep it up by being forced to peek every time she heard the door swing open.
Quote: Roll an 8: Whoa. That's a scandalous piece of information! Good on you...maybe?
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:01 pm
Still unaware of the little creeper stalking the boy's bathroom door, Dylon pushed through the door with a loud hum. "Pon pon, wei wei wei~" He sang softly, skipping down the hallway merrily. "Pon pon wei pon wei pon pon~"
He stopped by a reflective window, skidding to a stop in fact as he saw his fly was not zipped up all the way. Oops! He flushed red and zipped them back up, shoving his hands into his pockets and quickly shuffling down another hallway.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:05 pm
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:12 pm
...djsndjdidndjsj good job, Dylon. She snickered as he noticed his zipper issue but was surprised to watch him break out into a...song in Japanese? Did he do k-pop or something? Huh!
Sliding out of the girl's bathroom, Stormy pursued once more. When she hit the corner, she fiddled with her pocket and got out a compact mirror to peek around the corner with. Maybe he was heading to his room? That'd be some good intel for future reference.
You know. In case he hurt Nevada.
Quote: Roll a 3: You learned something new, but it's not too exciting.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:28 pm
Dylon's stiff and embarressed walking became a little more relaxed once he thought he was out of sight, taking his time as he moved down the hallway. He stopped outside one of the dorm's doors. 175. His door. As he fished around for his keys, he seemed to hesitate.
What face was he making? Why were his shoulders hunched? Was he gunna cry---
Oh. He sneezed. A small, mousy sneeze. Odd.
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:44 pm
Jackpot! So this was his room then? 175--
--wait he...lived next door to them? W-Well then, what luck! She could keep a better eye on him like this, yes. Good. But also wait no he was way too close at the same time--
And then Dylon made the weirdest, cutest sneeze in the world. It took Stormy all of her will power not to burst out into a giggle and reveal her position.
She waited just a bit more, letting her target get into his room before she scurried to it, pressing her ear to the frame for one last attempt to hear something to take note of.
Quote: Roll a 3: You learned something new, but it's not too exciting.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 6:19 pm
The door shut lightly behind him, a relieved sigh heard from within. "Home sweet home~" Only not really. It was such a simple little room. So white and barren. The only spots of colour were of the few possessions he'd been allowed to being to the island.
Something was off though. He'd heard a small nudge against his door.
Dylon hummed, thinking maybe he didn't close it right. So he opened it to check the door's locking mechanism when.... wait who was..?
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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 6:35 pm
Stormy heard that slight thump and had to stifle a curse as she backed away. And she'd been doing so well! Exit exit exit don't get caught oh God--
Oh, wait, duh.
Thankfully her room was right next door, so the little Mist flew over, opened the door, and swung it almost all the way closed. Hopefully Dylon wouldn't look too far beyond his door or, even if he did, would care to notice the crack in hers.
Deep breaths, Stormy girl. You totally got this. But, uh, deep quiet breaths. No need to go heavy breathing creeper here.
Quote: Please roll 1d10 to escape! Odds mean you escape successfully!
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