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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:15 pm
Sally tilted her head as Dashner approached. She nodded, following him around the corner.
"So um... I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Because the Ghostly Gossip suggests..."
Sally's shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh. Was this what gossip really was about? Being the center of this kind of attention was really draining on Sally. She barely understood what was going on, and since the Ghostly Gossip got wind, thats all anything is about.
"Dashner, I am fine." she said, really hoping this whole thing would end, "I do not fully understand anything that has been happening, but you said it yourself. It was not a date, whatever that means, and we are just friends. I've got no 'silently shattered heart' to speak of. One needs a heart for that." she used air quotations, but didn't understand the phrase at all, "There is nothing wrong at all."
She was starting to feel something else new, her tendrils flicking this way and that behind her, knocking a poster or two off the wall. Everyone asking her the same question really... irritated her. Maybe that was the feeling? Irritation? Whatever it may be, she didn't enjoy it one bit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:24 pm
"Woah... I'm sorry for asking..." he sighed, looking at the ground.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay because I hadn't heard anything..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:28 pm
Sally sighed, letting herself relax a little. All this different emotions raging through her were exhausting. Now she felt terrible for snapping at him.
"No, no, I'm sorry." she said, shaking her head, "This is all so new to me, I just... am not quite sure how to handle it." She stepped a little closer, leaning over so she can look up into his face, "I am okay, though. Thank you for asking."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:36 pm
"I guess I'm used to it... People try to give me that 'player' title but I'm really not! At least I don't try to be. Sure, I'm not afraid to tell a ghoul that she's pretty but I don't go around seeing who I can date next. And the only reason I flirt from time to time is that, I feel like it's the only way any monster will notice me.." he rubbed his arm, pushing up the sleeve of his jacket.
"Anyway, I guess you'll get used to it eventually. I do hope you're enjoying Monster High though," he nodded and looking over at Tori, Jewels and Marceline, who Falconnie was talking to to keep them occupied.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:41 pm
Sally tilted her head as she listened to him. She nodded, "Seems like I'm not the only one trying to learn something." she said. She smiled to herself, glancing back over to the group of ghouls. It seemed like everything was back on track again, as long as things didn't get crazy again.
She looked at him again and nodded, "I am enjoying it. Thanks to you, and thanks to everyone." she gestured to the group, "I don't think I would have lasted here without you all."
She straightened her shoulders out again and tilted her head, looking at Dashner, "So... we still friends?" she asked him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:47 pm
"Of course! We'll always be friends," he nodded. Then slowly... As if slow motion... The two hugged each other. Dashner smiled over Sally's shoulder, happy they had talked about it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 5:43 am
"Don't let my mother frighten me?" Layla giggled softly. "You have never met the Lamian Queen, have you?"Layla smiled and listened to Harry give her details on the clawses that he championed for, wherever he was from. Perhaps at lurch she might be able to wrest a few details about his life from him so that she and other students might get the pleasure of knowing him faster. "All worthy clawsssesss and cruelsssadesss, I mussst say. Perhapsss once you are sssettled in, you can ssspeak at the ssstudent council to raissse awarenesss."They arrived at an open door in the coffin corridor and Layla motioned for Harry to enter. "Here it isss! The Bite-ology lab. Oh, and there..."Seated at the desk was the Bite-ology professor, Ms. Trish Id, the daughter of the Triffids. She was a lovely female plant monster with stingers protruding from her plant-like 'skin' but the students swore her rough hexterior did not match the kindness she had within. Layla said, "Ms. Id?" as she and Harry arrived at the front of the teacher's desk. Ms. Id looked up and smiled brightly at the new arrival at the school. "Thisss isss your new ssstudent, Harry Herne. Harry? This is Ms. Trish Id."
Layla then turned to Harry and gave him a comforting pat on the arm. "The firssst bell isss about to ring. My classs is right next door ssso I will be waiting for you. Have fun!"And with that, Layla slithered out of the class and headed to the art class right next door - and perfect timing too as the first bell of the day promptly rang! **BRIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!**Signaling that it was time for the school day to commence!
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 2:41 pm
Glen shut the door of his locker, just narrowly preventing a barrage of empty Red Ghoul cans from spilling out and burying half the student disembody that was lurking in the corridor. He hefted his Spellbound book bag over his shoulder and fished around in his pocket for his iCoffin. He had promised his Drakie that he would make things right in her mournful love-unlife, and Glen never broke his word. That's when the clawesome idea came to him between when he made said promise, and when he set foot inside the school with his beastie. Glen fished out his iCoffin, but rather than use it for his usual magic, he opted to do with it what it was actually created for... Quote: To: Monster High Boos
From: Glen da West
Do you want to kick start the new scaremester in a scary cool way? Do you want to end the year with your heart all a flutter? Are bootiful dragonettes your type? Then why not come see me, Glen da West, at lurch to be grimterviewed to be the new boofriend for my beastie, Draconia St. George! Drakie will be present but don't let that affect you! Grimterviews will be short, a question or two. Not everybluddy will be selected to go on a test date with Drakie. See you in the creepateria! Just in time! Glen stuffed his iCoffin back into his pocket and hopped on his skateboard and ZOOMED for Dead Languages!
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 3:28 am
**BRIIIIIIIING!!!!!!**
Ronan bid Meme goodbye as they went their seperate ways to class and glanced at his phone as it pinged.
Glen was... auditioning dates? Was that standard procedure? This whole dating thing was such a baffling series of rules and regulations, all of which seemed to be totally unwritten. How did any monster even know where to start?
Ronan had even restorted to reading teen magazines in hopes of understanding his classmates, but Sevenscream and Ghoulfriend only confused matters more with talk of makeup and bizarre suggestions for making a boo notice you.
He found himself grateful Meme didn't seem to know the rules either, they could just make it up as they went along which was so far, he hoped, working out just fine.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 3:46 am
Perry headed to his locker, pulling his heavy jacket off as he did so.
"So ye gonna try tae talk to her during class?" Nathair asked as they walked.
"Yeah, I figure she can't run away from me during Photography right?" Perry sighed and shrugged, opening his locker....
There was a loud BANG, acrid nasty smelling smoke filled the hallway and Perry staggered backward sputtering.
Nathair slowly uncoiled as the smoke started to clear. "Y... ye alright?"
Perry mumbled something. His face covered in some sort of sticky noxious smelling gloop.
He pulled his glasses off, trailing sickly yellow slime and tried in vain to clean them off on his shirt.
Nathair covered his mouth, not sure whether he was going to laugh or throw up, or maybe both.
"It's NOT funny." Perry grumbled.
"It's... a wee bit funny." Nathair kept his distance. "Vinnie?"
"Gotta be. How the heck did she get into my locker?"
"Scorned women, they got magical powers man."
"Uh huh. " Perry shuddered and stomped irritatedly toward the bathroom to wash himself off, leaving a slimy trail behind himself.
Nathair hesitated, then followed his friend.
"Someone needs to explain the idea of proportionate response." Perry protested as he ran water and used up countless paper towels scrubbing the gloop off.
Nathair just shrugged "Ye gotta admit, it's the sorta thing ye'd do."
"No I wouldn't!"
"4th grade... that kid called ye a pipsqueak an' a birdbrain...."
"He deserved that! "
"Ye catapulted a good dozen rotten gargoyle eggs at him!"
"Yeah, too bad only a few of them hit him." Perry smirked a little at the memory.
"Aye, ye never had good aim."
"Shut up."
Nathair snickered to himself.
"it's not funny"
The bell rang. *BRIIIIIING!!!*
"Great, now i'm gonna be late for class"
"Aye... ye uh.. want me tae stay or?"
"Just go, you're not helping anyway."
"Alrigh... well, jus... good luck."
"Yeah, whatever."
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 7:35 am
Draconia was already in class when the bell rang, talking to her teacher. Mr. Where, the bandage-clad invisible man in charge of Drama class, was listening intently as Draconia outlined her idea for a masked drama.
"And then, at the very end, the manster strips off his mask, and proclaims his undying love for the senorita!" Draconia finished up her proposal. Mr. Where nodded.
"That sounds very interesting. Why not write an outline for it? Maybe we can consider it for the one-hackt play at the end of the Scaremester."
"Oh! That would be...FangTAStic!" Draconia gushed just as Nathair slithered into the clawditorium Drama Class was held in, his typical smile plastered across his face.
"Good morning, Nathair!" Draconia politely greeted her classmate. He gave her a wave with his two left hands.
"G'morning to ye, lass. Had an hexciting weekend, did ye?"
"You have NO idea." Draconia replied, a bit dryly.
"I think I kin guess at some'a it. There's a video on frighttube, ye know."
Draconia let out a bit of a sigh, but then recovered. Lucha code, she reminded herself.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied lightly, and Nathair chuckled.
"Fine, hae it yer way. BUT, ye should know...Perry's goin' tae knock himself crackers tahday trying tae apologize tae Vinnie Lovecraft."
"Bloody bats, that boo puts his all into messing up the most simple things, doesn't he?!" Draconia replied, a bit concerned for Perry.
"Aye, he does, he does." Nathair agreed as some more students filed in. "If he'd only listen tae a friend's advice, which I've been givin' him freely all mornin', he'd make it much easier on hi'self. I says 'write her a song,' but he...well, you know how he is."
Draconia nodded emphatically.
"At any rate, just t' hedge my bets...you free after school? I mean, just in case he comes t' his senses an' listens to his wise beast friend...I mean, it'd be handy if there were someone here in the Clawditorium with me tae manage th' lights and th' sound." Nathair gave Draconia the wickedest grin he could manage. "Seems tae me you would be the perfect candidate."
"I think....I can manage that..." Draconia agreed, reflectively. Surely it wouldn't come to that, though. How hard could a simple 'you misunderstood, and I'm sorry' really be for Perry?
"Great! Now, what's the story behind th' text Glen sent me?!" Nathair asked, but just as Draconia was about to ask hexactly what text Nathair was referring to, Mr. Where stepped on the stage and cleared his throat.
"A-HEM. Student bodies, if you will, direct your attention here, to stage left. Today, we will be discussing the ROMANTIC TRAGEDY..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 7:50 am
The first class of Rory's day was Dead Languages, a class he looked forward to quite a lot. Not so much for Mr. Rotter's long, dull, rambling speeches about ancient Murksopatamian or Gaulish, but more because of how many friends he had with him in the class.
After his 'near miss' from Perry and Nathair's flying ice deathshard attack, Rory had hauled his shiny rear end into class and sat waiting for his friends to join him. He had a pocket mirror out, and checked over his face very scarefully, to ensure that there really were no more creeping cracks breaking out on his face.
*Brrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!*
With the bell ringing, other students started to filter into the class. Glen was first, reading his iCoffin furriously. Marceline was next, and Rory's heart fluttered a little bit at the sight of his winter-clad ghoulfriend. He checked his mirror ONE more time to make sure there were no new fractures.
Dashner Hawke walked in last. He started out at his usual, jaunty pace, but as he walked in and saw Marceline heading towards Rory, his walk slowed to a crawl. Instead of sitting on the other side of Marceline, Dashner instead opted to sit next to Glen behind Marceline and Rory.
"Uh...hey!" Rory waved at them both. "What's up?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 4:53 pm
Kai Merha "Oh, wow, he's uhhh-dorable!" Kai had seen other students pets around the school....or at least he'd thought he had. He could have sworn once to have seen Ghoulia's pet owl, Sir Hoots-a-Lot out of the corner of his eye, or heard Cleo DeNile's pet cobra Hissette hiss at the sound of his own tail rattling...but he couldn't be sure.
He wondered if he could sneak his pet guinea pig, Marie to school. Or maybe he could claim he was using her as a subject in-"Art class! The Art Class room is right next to the Biteology lab! That's pretty lucky, cuz Art's my first class of the day. We can head right over there now." He reached over and gave Heimdal a scruffy pat on the head."Is this little cutie going to come with you to class today? Huh, are ya, sport?" Heimdal's ears flattened and he let out a little grunt. He loved the attention, not so much the whole "sport" thing. "Yes, I like to go with Peggy to TRY to talk her out of.. trouble... I often fail" his gaze shifted to the young ghoul. BRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNG"oh bats, we better get going" she hugged her notebook to her chest and followed Kai.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:10 pm
"Wh-wait - it can talk?!" Kai ogled as Peggy shuffled impatiently. Heimdal gave Kai a smirk.
"Of course I can!" The tiny ram said in an equally tiny, squeaky voice. "How else am I supposed to get HER to listen to me?!"
The little ram was now hopping up and down in Peggy's bag.
"Oh, sorry. I mean, um, I thought you were just a regular...er, tiny ram." Okay, so being a TINY ram wasn't exactly regular, but when one of your classmates had a miniature wooly mammoth as a pet, the exotic felt more normal. Kai screwed up one eye to take a closer look at Heimdal.
"So, were you genetically hexperimented on? Did someone cross an advice columnist with a sheep?"
"What?! No! I-" With that, Peggy shoved Heimdal further into her bag and tapped a hoof.
"Right, right. Sorry!" Kai apologized and started leading her to the Biteology lab. "It's just that my dad is a mad geneticist, and I bet he'd love to spend some time studying your pet. Or your Biteology teacher, Ms. Id. I bet she'd find Heimdal fascinating."
"NO STUDYING ME!" A muffled voice rang out from Peggy's bag as the two headed down the hallway. They arrived in front of the Biteology lab.
"Here you go!" Kai held the door open for the new ghoul. "Looks like there's one empty seat left in the class. See, next to Harry over there? That's perfect! You two newbies can look out for each other. I'll see you after class, okay?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:15 pm
Ms. Id thanked Kai for delivering her a new ghoul-dent and welcomed Peggy to class. Harry waved at Peggy from the back of the class.
"Yoohoo! Centaur Girl! We can be lab partners!"
Harry happily pulled out his notebook and pull the chair next to him out for Peggy. His favorite class and he had a lab partner he knew! Well, not well but it was still groovy!
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