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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 4:52 am
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 5:21 am
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 6:20 am
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Ruth tilted her head questioningly, almost pleading actually, at him for a few moments until she finally drew back the hand that held the handkerchief. When she neatly returned it back into her suitcase, she practically hugged her luggage to her chest, still visibly worried that the boil would retaliate in some way, even if what she'd done could be construed as an accident. All the while studying the boil critically (thank Jack her bangs and the bill of her new cap still obscured her eyes.)
She knew him, didn't she? Admittedly there wasn't a shortage of elementals or element-related creeple in Halloween, but this one particular fire boil was pinging her radar. And annoyingly she can't figure out why at the moment. Did they already meet? The only fire-tailed boil she ever knew was from that Wonderland game...
Her thoughts were cut short when he introduced himself. Jack damn it, why now? She wasn't allowed to flash him her shorts, not with this persona at least. Instead she gestured to her throat, pantomiming was still going to be a staple in her conversations.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 6:50 am
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She nodded hastily at the name he gave her, as if anxious to get on his good side. As Andrew spoke, recognition finally dawned on Ruth. She was talking to the boil who broke her nose in Wonderland. The realization came so suddenly she nearly failed to restrain her smile. Oh she still smile, but it was not the ear-to-ear grin that came so naturally to her, it was a small, shy one. Ruth may have been going for demure, though she suspected she came across as a wilting blossilia instead.
With her head tipped forward in deference, she shrugged, as if saying she would be what he said she was. Part of it was out of the persona's lack of confidence, while the other part was simply because she believed this would be more fun if he thought she was a Snot instead of a Knob.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 9:22 am
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Ah, so he had gotten those scratches from an open class rather than a schoolyard scuffle. He seemed to have better restraint here in Amityville than he did in Wonderland. That made him more interesting to the ghoul and gave her reason to prolong revealing who she was to him.
Ruth would have noted the blatant segue from bears to food and used this very reason to prod further. Blonde, on the other hand, would have taken the hint and gone with it. Her grip on her suitcase tightening ever so slightly was the only indication of her inner debate. Naturally, Blonde won. At least she got free food as a consolation.
Biting down on her lower lip, she fidgeted in place, unsure whether she should take him up on his offer. Once Andrew had made his choice, she ended up selecting the Creepateria Surprise, a concoction that seemed unable to decide if it was liquid or solid and colored in an unappetizing gray. There were numerous endorsements on its nutritional value, all in the same handwriting as the rest of the menu. Which suited Ruth just fine because she may be one of the few students who genuinely liked bland. That it was also the cheapest item listed was a bonus.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 12:06 am
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Ruth gave Andrew a sheepish smile and a brief shake of her head, as if trying to assure him she chose the dish because she liked it and not just because it was the cheapest thing available. Although in the back of her mind, Ruth questioned just how small this persona's sense of self-worth was.
Balancing her tray in one hand and holding her suitcase by her side, Ruth followed after Andrew obediently, the picture perfect example of a first year acquiescing to the more experienced student. She took a startled step back when he set the seats alight but the flames died down rather quickly and she leaned forward in curiosity.
A hand gave the empty, cleansed seat a tentative pat, noting it was still warm but not uncomfortably so. She gave him an admiring smile, one with no teeth and perhaps the lightest hint of a blush that he would be so considerate of her. She followed suit, setting her tray down and taking a seat. With her hands free, she pressed on palm to her chest, where her heart was and followed with a quiet clap of her hands.
Blonde was thoroughly impressed and flattered, while Ruth was internally laughing at herself. Oh Jack, this might prove fun after all.
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