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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 9:51 pm
Everything alright? Melody wasn't too sure what Draconia meant because, as far as she knew, everything was fine.
"Well, if it wasn't, it would seem I'm the last to know about it,"Melody gave a small laugh at her attempt to give a joke, even though Draconia still didn't seem to give a smile.
"Why do you ask?" As far as Melody knew, there was no clear giveaway that things were going under but, then again, she was never good with subtle hints.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 10:31 am
"Oh, it's just...." Draconia tapped her index claws together, a bit nervously. She was not one to gossip, but she did tend to jump to conclusions based on things she'd observed. "Roswell was very quiet at Comic Book Club this week, and I've barely seen him outside of that. I know he just got a job at the Die-Ner and, I don't know...I am just worried something may be wrong!"
The other ghouls in the libury looked over at Draconia and one of them gave her a rather harsh 'SSSSHHH.' Draconia cringed a bit and shrugged.
"He's just such a little dear, I can't help but worry. And now he's so late..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 11:22 am
She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to explain as much as she could to Draconia, "Well, yes, after the dance he has been busy with work. Ever since he had his card maxed out, he's been trying to gain all of what he had lost. It might because fatigue or stress but, yes, I suppose he has been quieter.." her voice trailed off as she realized he had been quieter recently. Whenever they ate lunch together, she'd talk about a recent tune she was working on or a new chemical equation and he'd sit and listen, giving a nod from time to time.
But whenever she asked about his day, he'd give little to no response as to what was happening with himself.
She shook the thought from her head, not worrying about the worst, "He's probably sleeping in, after all, all that work can make a monster tired."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:17 am
"Maybe...." Draconia trailed off. "But mid-terms are next week, Melody! And Roswell barely passed Fanglish last year. Even with tutoring. If he's spreading himself too thin now, he could end up having to repeat, or worse, be knocked down to remedial."She glanced at the time on her iCoffin again."I'm going to try hexting him one last time."To: Roswell Grey
Where are you? Tutoring started 15 mins ago.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:46 am
"Hey Melody, hey Draconia!" Rory walked into the libury and had a seat across from the two ghouls. Today was the five-day-a-versary of his kiss with Marceline and he'd been busy penning her a poem for the occasion.
"Thanks for agreeing to take a look at my homework. Mid-terms next week have me kind of nervous about all of the papers we have to write. These are my first mid-terms at Monster High, and I want to do the best I possibly can."
Rory reached into his bag and pulled out two notebooks, one marked "erutaretiL hsilgnaF" and one marked "ecneicS daM."
"The essay in Fanglish Lit about Shakesfeare, I think I did all right on, but I'm really not sure Mr. Hack is going to like my essay about the Catacombs explorers. I really don't know much about the catacombs....there are no mirrors down there. Oh, hey..." Rory cut himself off, looking around the libury. "I hear that Marceline does tutoring sometimes...is she here at all today?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 1:41 pm
*Beep BEEP! BEEEPP!!* MAX's systems were going into overload as it tried to awaken it's owner, who was soundly a sleep in his Space-ship far above in the clouds of Monster High.
"AH! Wha-?What time is it?" Roswell was startled awake, very sleepy, and unfocused as he rubbed his eyes.
"BREET!!"
"3 Earth hours and 15 minuets! What? MAX!! That's not possible! I couldn't have been a sleep that long!"
He dashed up and around the ship, practically running in circles, searching in the cooler, under tables, between cushions, every crevice!!
"Food?! Food?? Food?!! No food? Where where??"
"Beep BEEP!!"
"Draconia? LATE?! OH NO!" There was panic in his voice, he continued to run around to the transporter pad.
"SHIP! BEEM me to Monster High!" The ship light up in a bright electric blue color, soon he was beamed in front of the School. The ship could only beam him OUTside of buildings, forcing him to run into the school, and the library.
"I'm LATE!" He hollard, kicking in the doors, forgetting cardinal rule!
"SSSHHHHH" The tentacle librarian hissed at him giving him the dead-evil-eye as he walked by.
"Sorry." His whispered. walking over to Draconia, Melody and Rory.
"Sorry I'm late. I fell asleep for way to long and MAX didn't wake me up in time, and then there was no food on the ship...and... we're here to study and my back pack is on my ship..."
He rolled his eyes, smacking his forehead.
"Oh my stars..." What else could go wrong? He frumped into a seat.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:42 am
Draconia watched a bit bug-eyed as Roswell blustered into the libury. She had been right; something WAS wrong. The little alien looked just clawful, dark bags under his eyes, and Draconia could have sworn he was just skin and bones. Draconia just wanted to wrap Roswell up in a big fuzzy blanket and put him to bed or something...but this was Fear Tutoring, and really the beast way she COULD help him was to get him to focus on his studies.
"Well, that's all right that you forgot your book, Roswell, you may borrow mine." Draconia reached into her book bag and pulled out her furriously annonated, note-covered copy of 'Dead Poets and Authors.' "We can work on the last chapter, and Rory, Melody can look over your Mad Science paper. Then we'll swap! Does that sound all right?"
Draconia slid her book over to Roswell and opened her notebook to start going over her notes from the last lecture.
A strange rumbling sound nearly shook the table.
Draconia looked around, but there were no giant-size sandworms slithering past, like she'd assumed. She went back to digging in her book bag.
The rumble shook things again, this time nearly knocking her pencils off the table.
"What is that?!" Rory cried out in a panicked whisper. "Random earthquakes are dangerous!!!"
"Is that-" Draconia looked at Roswell, who looked, quite frankly, terrible. "Roswell Grey, is that your STOMACH rumbling?!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 3:04 pm
"Oh my...Roswell when was the last time you ate?"she asked in a whisper.
He did look tired ever since he began to take extra shifts at work in order to pay off his bills, and he was very serious about it. But ever since Draculaura accepted his application, he was always working. She never minded that he had to work, she understood that, but even in his free time, he appeared completely worn.
"Are you sure you're capable of studying today?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:29 pm
Roswell put his chin in his hand, and looked at the book.
He stared at it really hard, as if it would do something... But that's right, this planet doesn't have holographic, mental imaginary A.I. capabilities yet. One day though. One da--
**RUMBLE**
His eyes shifted from left to right, right to left, couldn't it really have been his stomach? He looked down at it. Yes that is what it was!
"Well there was launch... Or lunch, rather." He quickly corrected himself, then looked at Melody, confused.
"Or was that yesterday?"
He didn't want to sound like Dori, but she was right, there wasn't time for much in a short 24 hour day. On his planet orbital rotation look longer, so he could sleep for 14 hours and still have plenty of day left. For him It was the equivalent of Earth Monster's sleeping 4 hours nightly instead of 8.
Not to mention gravity, he was weak in comparison to physical strength. He was sure even normie Jackson Jekyll could lift more books then him. So Roswell compensated with food to build strength, unfortunate he didn't eat the right foods to do that, and all the 'junk food' he loved so much he had now to pay Earth money for.
"It's really not my fault! Earth currency, money, numbers, budget, balance! It's a lot to learn! And there's school, work, extra-terrestrial hactivities! What monster has time for school and work? I wish I could slow down time!!"
"BE QUITE! THIS IS A LIBRARY!" The tentacle librarian shouted to Roswell, who hadn't realized he's gotten out of his chair and started shouting. If looks could kill he would have been a very un-dead extra-terrestrial.
"Sorry..." He whispered, sitting back down, he gave everyone an apologetic look. Lack of food also irritated his emotional systems as well as making them far more difficult to control.
"Anyone have any candy?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 6:16 pm
Melody reached into her bag and pulled out a bag of sugar coated bits, "It's not too much but I-" she was cut off by Roswell snatching the bag and swallowing everything but the bag itself.
He licked his lips in self content, his stomach gave a low growl; quieter, but still intense, "Thanks, Me-"his stomach gave another growl.
She bit the inside of her cheek, "Well lets try to continue,"she suggested.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:30 pm
Quote: To: Draconia St. George From: Glen da West Drakie! Auntie Glinda got me four ringside seats for MWF for Saturday! Randy Goreton v Blob Van Dam! Fangulous Boolah v Michelle McGhoul!
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:22 am
That last rumbling wasn't Roswell's stomach, it was Draconia's iCoffin. Trying to avoid the angry seventeen eyes of the liburian, Draconia slid her phone out of her pocket and looked at Glen's message.
"Ooh!" She squeaked, then covered her mouth. "Sorry. I just got a hext from Glen. Looks like we're setting up a double date on Saturday."
An idea struck Draconia.
"You know, Roswell, it really sounds like you could use some fun this weekend, too. Why don't you and Melody go out on a date, and you can meet up with Glen, Chase, Manny and I at the Die-Ner for dinner?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:26 am
"Date night? Oh, that's a really great idea!" Rory looked up from his Mad Science paper. "I mean, if you don't mind me stealing it a little bit. I'd like to go somewhere special with Marceline. Special...and safe. Very safe."
Rory paused. Technically, he hadn't ever really organized a date before. And something told him just inviting Marceline over for dinner again wouldn't quite make the cut. Where could they go that would be special, romantic, and unlikely to shatter him into a billion pieces?
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:58 am
"Well that doesn't sound like a terrible idea, I think it would be a nice change don't you think Roswell?"
And it wasn't a terrible idea, Roswell did need time off because of working so much. But her fear was that he did fall asleep halfway through, she'd have to take him back home; and her upper arm strength wasn't the bulkiest. She knew Draculaura would understand and give him some time off, she was very generous that way, but convincing Roswell would also be a challenge in itself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:48 am
Photography class wrapped up and the small group bid one another goodnight.
Perry hastened to catch up with Vinnie in the hall.
"Hey! Wait up"
She seemed very eager to get out of school asap.
"Listen... " He shifted his bag onto his shoulder as he fell into pace with the ghoul. "I kinda need your help with something."
He didn't give her a chance to get a word in edgewise.
"I've been meaning to go exploring in the catacombs, get a few pictures. I mean, it's uhmazing down there but I kinda... need someone with me in case I fall down a pit or wake some ancient slumbering evil. So I figure who better than well, the kid of an ancient powerful slumbering evil."
He grinned.
"What do ya say? Wanna come explore possibly horribly dangerous and potentially trapped catacombs with me?"
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