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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:58 pm
 Veith Nezariel Join the club. Veith was forced to be friends with Kasie and Kamil against his will. "Definitely not. I'm not going outside when it's so cold." Veith said stiffly, surprised he wasn't even stammering from all the cold. "And I don't think I can stop shivering since I can't help it if i'm cold."
Veith breathed on his hands, but it really didn't do anything to help him feel better. "Besides, Kamil is much worse than Kasie. If that boy latches onto you, you will not have time for yourself anymore and you'll have to listen to annoying and persistent chattering along with ridiculous exercises." Veith huffed as he crossed his arms, trying to conserve heat.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:08 pm
┿Markus C. Heyes┿
"Acta est fabula, plaudite!"
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "Hm, it's not that cold is it?" Markus mumbled mostly to himself as he finished up with the appliances. He was starting to get really irritated with Veith's constant shivering, especially since the paint was only going to make him feel colder. "I will be sure to avoid this Kamil. Though his name makes me wonder... Is he by any chance part chameleon?" He asked out of curiosity, seeing as though the names were similar. Sort of. He applied the paints carefully to make the wounds look as gory and realistic as possible, but rushed slightly since Veith's shaking was frustrating. "If you are so cold, we could always huddle for warmth. My kind does this all the time and it is very effective." He didn't even realize how awkward of a suggestion that was. ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
"Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:17 pm
(( Whenever you guys are ready, I shall have Kasie stalk in. :] ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:19 pm
Veith Nezariel "Kamil is a merman. A troublesome one at that. It's not that hard to avoid him. Just avoid a blue-haired boy who probably is involved with some kind of trouble usually." Veith answered. It would be terrible if Kamil really was a chameleon. He'd be able to hide just about anywhere and jump Veith at any time. Veith was still young, but he was certain his heart would eventually die out from all the surprises.
"No." Veith said instantly, aware of how awkward it would be to just huddle up next to this person he hardly knew. "You should be able to handle a little shaking. You seem to be as good as a pro."
Veith suddenly sneezed. Ah... maybe he didn't mean a little shaking. Maybe... a lot?
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:33 pm
┿Markus C. Heyes┿
"Acta est fabula, plaudite!"
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Markus frowned at the instantaneous rejection, wondering what his problem was. He knew he was a grouch, but this guy... Veith seemed like he had a twelve foot pole shoved up his a**. Oh well. The moment Veith sneezed, a red streak of paint ran up his chest. Markus stared at the streak with no change of expression, making it impossible to tell if he was upset or not. Inside, he wanted to punch him. He ruined it! It looked perfect too! "..." He splashed the dark red paint on his face and chest in an attempt to cover up the mistake with 'blood', and also to get revenge for ruining his beautiful paint job. "Good enough," He said as he wrapped the ropes around each of Veith's wrists and strung the other end around one of the rafters of the stables. He pulled it tight enough so that it looked as if Veith were hanging by the ropes, but not enough so that it was uncomfortable for him. "Stand on the tip of your toes. And act like you're suffering... Well, even more than you already are. She will come soon," He told him as he kicked his excess supplies behind a pile of hay, besides the prop weapons and torture devices, of course. ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
"Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:42 pm
Veith Nezariel "@#$%^&*@#$%^&*!!" Veith had no idea what came out of his mouth but the paint splashed all over him was so. Freaking. Cold.
Veith huffed. "As if I could get any more miserable in this cold. Couldn't you have picked a better place." Veith snapped. "Hopefully you can make this short." Maybe teasing Kasie wasn't worth it. Whatever, he was already doing it. Might as well finish it. Veith did as Markus instructed.
It wasn't that hard to look like he was suffering because he was so cold, all he could think about was getting this all overwith.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:53 pm
 .:l Kasie Harper l:.
”All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’
- A strange complaint to come
So far, so good. Not a single lemon face in sight. With her last area being the stables, Kasie knew that there was no way that anyone would want to hole up in such a stinky area. Of course, it never hurt to check. As well as coo at all the cute animals here.
Poking her head into the stables, a shrill shriek escaped her when she caught sight of blood. Blood. And even more blood. "VEITH! GAHHHH! MARKUS! GAHHH!" Okay, there was a moment where she was reduced to simple screams because the shock of seeing Markus actually torture Veith was pretty mind-blowing.
Goshgoshgosh, what was she supposed to do?! Veith was dying here! Usually, that would be a good thing, but the poor guy looked absolutely miserable! No! There was no time for thinking. It was time for action. Kasie immediately attempted to undo the bindings on Veith, only to fail. Nooooooooooo! "Um... Er... I'll get you out of here soonish?"
Right. Action was not the best choice of matter for her. Maybe reasoning? She quickly blabbed out in an attempt to get some sort of solution down. "MARKUS! Um, let Veith go, and I swear on my dead rotten corpse that I will never ever bother you again since you really hate me and stuff. We really need to get him to the infirmary, but since I can't carry him, you might have to. Then again, you might not. Ahhhh! Veith, I'm sorry if I have to abandon you, but I think I might have to go get some teacher's help because I can't help you myself."
From the mouths of people
Who have had to live.”
- Mark Twain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:01 pm
(( Feeeeeeel the guuuiiillllllt. >8D ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:04 pm
Huong Le (( Feeeeeeel the guuuiiillllllt. >8D )) ((Definitely feeeeeeeling it. XD))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:04 pm
┿Markus C. Heyes┿
"Acta est fabula, plaudite!"
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Veith's outburst was... amusing and he was about to comment on it when Kasie finally arrived. Perfect. All Markus heard was scream after scream after scream, even when she was actually speaking words, since she spoke so much and he didn't really want to listen. But, the one thing he did catch was that she was going to get a teacher's help. He couldn't let that happen. "This is your last chance. For every second Veith is tied up, I will cut him. If you manage to untie him, I will spare him. One," He started yet another dramatic countdown as he pulled a very realistic prop knife out of his pocket and pressed it against Veith's chest. Inside was a secret compartment with a fake blood, so as he dragged it across his skin, it appeared as though he were really slicing him. To make sure he would get a good reaction out of Veith, he made sure to press really hard as he dragged it across. A little pain couldn't hurt, right? ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
"Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:05 pm
((All I can imagine is Murren watching from a corner somewhere, with popcorn))
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:16 pm
Veith Nezariel Veith wasn't entirely sure what was happening but he knew Kasie was here and she was talking a lot like usual. She sounded panicked and--
Was this guilt?
That's impossible.
Veith was about to lift his head to glance at her and probably say that maybe the joke should stop here. She sounded kind of... distressed?
"GAAH!" Veith flinched. That hurt and that was cold! What the heck was this guy doing!? Not that the pain was really much of a problem since being a human experiment, he had to suffer from worse, but what disturbed him was the coldness of the prop and the fake blood.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:36 pm
.:l Kasie Harper l:.
”All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’
- A strange complaint to come
Kasie was not going to cry. Definitely not. She was not going to break down and bawl away because she was such a useless, pathetic waste of space. Okay, maybe a few snivels got in the way of that when Veith ended up being stabbed because of her. "J-Just stop it, Markus!" She wailed out as she attempted to tackle him and felt as though she was up against a brick wall. That was rather strange, but she kept ramming herself into said figurative "wall," and quickly found herself falling with... Markus efficiently tackled into the ground. Snickerdoodles. WHAT?
In her excitement that she actually managed to touch Markus, it slipped her mind that Veith was dying. "Veith! Did you see that!?" She cheered, only to have no sound come out her mouth. Huh? Maybe she wasn't loud enough? "Veith?" Nope, still no sound. More importantly, what happened to herself? As she looked down at herself, there was simply nothing there. It was as if she just vanished.
Since when had this become about herself in the first place!? As crazy as this whole ghost thing was, Veith was in danger! Well, if she managed to tackle Markus to the ground, then it wouldn't hurt for her to try to undo the ropes on Veith. As she attempted to try, Kasie found herself struggling to even grasp a hold of it, much less try to untie him.
(( For Kasie's touching ability, I really wanted to limit it since she'd end up being the ultimate gmodder if I let her be. T: I had her basically go 'POOF' gone whenever she touched anything because she's still a poltergeist in the end. BTW, I got permission from Cheese to tackle Markus. 8D ))
From the mouths of people
Who have had to live.”
- Mark Twain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:38 pm
StrawberryZ0mbie ((All I can imagine is Murren watching from a corner somewhere, with popcorn)) (( ROFL. There's also all that red paint to clean as well. xD ))
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