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 Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 2:32 pm
Ronan waited fangxiously in the common room, checking and rechecking his Icoffin. His parents had arrived and from the last garbled message from his mother, it looked like they would be here soon. Though he was eager to see them, the selkie boo couldn’t help but feel a little worried. What if they didn’t like his friends? What if they didn’t approve of how things were going here in New Salem? What if his grades weren’t good enough and his mother decided he needed to return to home schooling? Of course all these fears were completely irrational and ridiculous. He knew that, or so he kept telling himself, but his stomach still tied itself in reef knots thinking about it. He wished Meme was here, she had a knack for distracting him from the worst of his neurosis. Sadly she was frightfully busy this evening at the maul. “Ronan?” He looked up from his Icoffin and into the beaming face of his mother. “Mamma!” Ronan threw his arms around the slender selkie woman. “ Jeg har savnet deg. Hvordan gikk flyturen? Hvor lenge blir du å bo?” He found himself asking endless questions and his mother pulled away from his hug and put a finger to his lips gently. “Shhhh. “ She hushed softly, smiling. “The flight was fine. We’re here till the weekend, but we understand if you don’t want to spend every waking moment with us.” A tall, blonde, normie man approached, setting the bags down to one side before pulling his son into a bear hug. Ronan struggled to catch his breath, gasping a little as his father let him go at least. He adjusted his hat and nodded slowly.
“I have so many things to show you! And so many monsters for you to meet. It’s incredible here, there are so many different cultures and everyone just accepts one another.” He gushed, bouncing a little in excitement. “I love it here!”Both his parents chuckled. “All in good time.” Ronan’s father put a hand on the boo’s shoulder to calm him down. “We still have to check into the hotel and then why don’t we meet for dinner? We passed a diner on the way here that looked nice.” Ronan nodded eagerly. “Invite your friends yes? And this ghoul you keep talking about. “ Ronan’s mother interjected in her native Norwegian. “Meme can’t make it” Ronan explained. “She had to work, but perhaps tomorrow yes? I will try.”His mother looked disappointed. “Good good. But you never explained… What happened to… what was her name? Doriana? The Selkie?”Ronan frowned, then sighed. He’d been so distracted by things recently he’d quite failed to really explain everything in his emails. “It uh.. didn’t work out. “ He didn’t feel up to the whole story right now. “But it's. She’s dating another boo now and I’m with Meme. It turned out perfect.”
His mother didn’t look so convinced. “I look forward to meeting her.” She sounded sceptical. “We should go check in.” Ronan’s father interrupted, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “We will meet you at the diner… or is that die-ner? In twenty minutes or so. “ “I’ll uh.. alright. I will see you soon.” He gave his parents one final quick hug before returning to his dorm, a little bewildered by his mother’s suddenly frosty attitude. “Dashner?” He’d been told to invite his friends, and who better than his dorm mate?
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:52 am
As if on cue, Dashner strolled into the dorm room, running a claw through his fauxhawk. He leaned up against the wall, placing one foot on the wall and crossing his arms. "Hey bro. Have your parents arrived yet?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:20 am
"Oh.. yes.. yes that's why I was looking for you. They want to meet you, well, all my friends. I was about to send a message to the others. " He paused for a moment, taking his phone out. "Have you eaten?" He quickly sent a message to all his contact list. Hello. My parents wish to meet my friends, dinner at die-ner if you want to join us.Maybe a few of them would have nothing better to do.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:26 am
"Nah, not yet. My mum is supposed to get in laaaate tonight and she's just gonna rent a hotel room or something. It's a long flight from Fangland... If you don't have wings," he shrugged.
"I can meet you guys there... Do I have to change?" He asked nervously,knowing the lack of nice clothes he had.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:29 am
Ronan looked Dashner up and down, then shook his head. "No, I don't believe so. The die-ner never had a dress code previously. I am glad to hear your mother is on her way. I look forward to meeting her."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:39 am
Marceline bustled around her doomitory, frantically dusting every surface and smoothing every wrinkle for the arrival of her parents. Her Fangora station changed songs, and as it seemed desperate to inject popular boosic into her lineup, a Casta Fierce song began blaring from the speakers; she clicked thumbs down and it shifted back to They Definitely Are Giants.
Grabbing a spray bottle of cleaner from the bathroom, she gently spritzed all the glass surfaces in her corner of the doomitory, including the blank mirror Rory had given her on their first date. As Marceline passed a paper towel over the surface of the mirror, something seemed to shift in the whiteness... she paused, fixating on what she thought she saw... must have been my imagination, she thought. This mirror doesn't work that way... at all, even. Still, something was there, if only for a moment... she peered closer...
Knock Knock!
Marceline nearly jumped out of what little skin she had left, and let out a sigh.
"Papa! Maman!" She opened the door and greeted her parents with warm hugs. "You're early! Come in!"
"We wanted t'get here before sundown, child!" Maman Brigitte beamed at her only daughter. "Y'told us so much about this town and I wanted to see it proper!"
"I tought ye said ye had doommates..." Baron Samedi spoke in a thick Creole accent as he scanned the rest of the empty doomitory.
"Yea, I did." Marceline's eyes gazed to the ceiling. "Anne transferred, and th'other ghoul never showed up. They're reassignin' me next scaremester."
"Well, dat's good! I was begginin' to worry y'weren't gettin' enough inte'action with ghouls y'age! How's school been? Keepin' up on ya'ssignments and everything, I hope?"
"Her teachers will be tellin' us everythin' tomorrow, Samedi darling." Maman Brigitte shot a stern glare over her pince-nez, and swept a copper curl away from her face. "I don't doubt they'll tell us all good things, if I know my Marceline. An'no sense throwin' a thousand questions at the poor ghoul right away... we'll have the whole howliday weekend to ask about how she's been adjustin'..."
"And t'hear all about dis new boofriend?" Baron Samedi's eyebrow arched.
"Papa!" Marceline gasped, feeling the prickling of blush rising under her cheeks.
"Now look what ya did... How 'bout we go out somewhere? Like that cafe you work at, Marceline? We'll get some clawfee and catch up, what do you say?"
"I'd like that." She smiled. "I missed y'all so much!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:01 pm
He nodded and picked up his buzzing iCoffin. "Speaking of her... She's landed early. I'll go pick her up and meet you and your parents at the Die-Ner. Hext me if there's any changes." He grabbed his windbreaker and walked out the door, saluting to Ronan.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:13 pm
Motthew laid back in the grass beside the dorms. He'd been relaxing in the shade after his stressful day. It felt good to just relax. He left his iCoffin on his chest, waiting for his father to call him to let him know if he could make it in for the parent-creature conferences.
He was on the edge of falling asleep when the buzzed and made him jump. He sat up and looked at it, reading the text from Ronan. He smiled, quickly sending a response.
To Ronan:
Killer! Totally be there
He set his phone down and smiled. He stomach growled in acknowledgment add he thought about dinner at the die-ner. He wondered, too, what Ronan's parents were like. He didn't know much alloy them, but what better way to learn!
He laughed to himself when suddenly his iCoffin buzzed again, a call this time "Hello?"
"Ah! It went through! How's my favorite son?" he heard his father's voice on the other end, sounding muffled over wind, like he was flying.
Motthew grinned, sitting up "Dad! I was wondering when you'd call."
"Sorry, Mottie, I got caught up. You should have seen this bridge collapse in Maine, it was to live for!"
Motthew laughed "You know I would have loved to be there." he said. He meant it, too. Without seeming like a huge softie, he missed spending time with his dad "So, you're still coming, right? Down here, to the school?"
There was a pause before he answered, "Ah, I nearly forgot! Tomorrow right? I'll do my best to make it for my boy." he laughed "Don't worry, I'll be there."
Motthew just smiled "Killer! I can't wait for you to meet all the friends I've met! Not to mention-"
"Whoa! Updraft! You'll have to fill me in when I get there! See you then, Motthew!"
Motthew sighed with a smile as the line clicked off "Yeah, see you then." he said to himself. He stretched his arms and just yawned "I just hope he gets here in time."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 12:54 pm
"Oh.. alright Dashner. I will see you later then." Ronan waved and once he'd left, looked around the room, unsure quite what to do with himself now. May as well get changed maybe? So he did, just to kill time.
He checked the time, shrugged and headed to the die-ner, hoping at least some of his friends would have been able to make it.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:10 am
'Shad' sat cross legged on his bed inside of his dorm room with an open composition book resting on the folds of his thighs, a very nice book crafted of purple-dyed leather and aged parchment. In his hand was a quill pen with a feathered tip, poised over the page with just a few words of his latest poem composition written on the space.
Shad had not seen his 'doomies' in ages, it would seem. True, it afforded him the privacy to compose his works in peace, but it also got a tad lonely, and a bit spooky when he was trying to sleep between school and his 'Sackman' assignments.
So engrossed was he that he did not notice that the closet door shifted open a nudge and a shadowy mass, much like the effect of a drop of ink in a bowl of water would craft, slithered from the interior and toward him.
Shad ran the purple feather along his jawline, staring at the page as he muttered to himself, "Now let's see... what rhymes with 'difficult?"
"How about 'physical'?" Said the inky form as it tapped Shad's shoulder.
"EYOW!!!" Shad yelped in fright, dropping his pen and book and rocketing up with a CRASH! He fell back to the bed amidst a scattering of drywall and paint chips and bounced and hit the floor.
He glanced up, adjusting his shades and looked up, "Oh HI pop!"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:26 pm
Deadphones cupped over his cervine ears, JD hovered over his Murkbook alone in his Doomitory. On the screen were dozens of little sliders he meticulously moved ever-so-slightly, and from other windows he selected soundbits and beats and stitched them together. Amping the bass a few points, JD was very nearly satisfied with his latest track and was ready to debut it that Friday at The Witching Hour...
The door to his Doomitory flung open with a loud crack as it hit the wall, which JD didn't hear through his deadphones. His father, Japeth Leeds XIII esq. glared at the back of his son's head as he stormed towards him. Still unaware of his father's presence, JD bopped his head to the beat he created. Fury mounting, Japeth reached a clawed hand forward and yanked the deadphones from his son's head. The swift movement brought the Murkbook crashing to the floor, the screen blipping to black and sending all his work into oblivion.
"Yaargh!" JD cried in shock, clambering from his seat and pivoting to face his father. He immediately snapped to attention. "Uh, hey Pop..."
"I've just spoken with your teachers, JD. Do you know what they've told me?" Japeth Leeds said dryly.
"Uh... that I'm an absolute pleasure to have in class?" JD laughed nervously, scratching his claws at a spot behind his horns.
"Hah!!" Sanguia's shrill voice preceded her as she finally sauntered into the room. She had a flair for the dramatic, but that wasn't the worst of her charms. Plopping down on JD's bed and crossing over her legs, Sanguia barely looked old enough to be JD's stepmother; but as a member of the vampire elite, she was well over 1700. It was a pity, JD thought, that she didn't act her age. "When has a teacher ever said that about you? Hold on, I can answer that. NEVER."
"I thought vampires weren't allowed to enter a room unless they were invited... which in case you didn't get the memo, when it comes to me, is NEVER." JD spat at his stepmother.
"What have I told you about talking to your mother that way?" Japeth sneered. JD recoiled like a wounded puppy, while Sanguia's lips curled into a smug grin. "In any case, when exactly were you going to tell us you're failing Hiss-tory? Or Biteology? Your teachers all tell me you're so bright, yet you never apply yourself in class. All of your teachers, except for Boosic. In fact, that's the only class you've got an A average in..."
"Really?! Clawesome!"
Japeth pinched between his eyebrows and let out a frustrated grunt. "It's a shame you can't apply yourself to studies that actually matter, JD..."
"But Pop, boosic does matter. To ME--"
"I've established that... but how many times must I tell you, JD? Boosic does not put food on the table. Boosic is not an acceptable career path. You can't possibly hope to be instantly successful in this career."
"...especially with what he considers 'boosic'..." Sanguia snickered from the bed. JD opened his mouth to retort just as Japeth raised his claw to silence him.
"When will you ever see reason and start working toward a respectable career? I guess I can't get everything I want... But in the meantime, something has to be done to get those grades up... hand over your keys."
"But Pop--!"
"No 'but's, young manster. Until you buckle down and show me that you can take your deaducation seriously, you won't be parading around in the convertible I'm paying for! Now, hand over your keys." Japeth extended his claw, and JD reluctantly fished his keys from his pocket and handed them over. "I've requested progress rip-orts from your teachers for the next screamester, and if you're on a track of improvement, I'll mail your keys back to you. But for now, pack your things for the howliday freakend. We're flying home in the morning."
JD hung his head. "Yes, sir..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:46 pm
Meme still wasn't returning his messages. He'd tried to catch her at the maul when her shift was over, but found the usual place her balloon stand occupied shut up and clown free.
Unsure what to do, he'd returned home and mulled over things, sleeping restlessly as he tried to figure out what was going on.
Morning came and he was still none the wiser.
It had been days now, it went beyond simply being just busy, no, Ronan was growing convinced he'd somehow upset her.
But how? Their date had gone so well, hadn't it?
He wracked his memory for something, any little thing he may have said or done that could have offended or upset her.
But usually she'd just tell him if he was being rude right? That was one of the things he loved most about the ghoul, her infinite patience and how straight forward she was with him.
"What should I do?" He asked the storm petral who was carefully and methodically tearing apart the third clawculus study sheet that week.
The bird glanced up from it's descruction, tilted it's head, and went back to clawing at the paper.
Ronan sighed. "I have to speak to her. "
She wasn't returning his calls, she wasn't at the maul, logically the next place to check would be the dorms.
So Ronan pulled on clothes and headed out toward the ghoul's side of the building, texting as he walked.
Meme, please speak to me.
He was so absorbed in trying to find the right words that he quite failed to notice the looming wet shape ahead of him until he'd walked smack bang into her.
Miss Sue Nami glowered down at Ronan and Ronan stared back.
"Male! What are you doing in the ghoul's dorms?" She demanded.
"I need to speak to my... friend." Ronan sputtered.
She cut him off. "Males are not permitted in the female dorms. Return to your own room immediately."
Ronan started to protest, but the water elemental glared so fiercely the Selkie shrank back in fear.
"y.. yes miss... sorry miss..." he scurried back toward his own room, heart racing and no closer to an answer from Meme.
Colridge the Storm Petral looked up from a pile of shredded paper.
"Do you HAVE to do that?" Ronan snapped. The bird just stared at him.
"Go away, go on, get!" He ushered the creature out the open window and slumped into his desk chair, burring his head in his hands.
What was he supposed to do now?
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 6:18 pm
Dashner paced around his doomitory. It was the evening before Fangsgiving. He was really nervous about eating with Sally the next day. But why? They were beasties... Just beasties... Right? He didn't know, but he didn't think about it long before getting out his iCoffin. He started typing:To: Sally Slender
Hey ghoul! I was thinking. I can pick you up around 11 tomorrow? We can eat lunch and find something to do until dinner at Monster High in the evening. Does that sound all right?
-DH
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 6:29 pm
After Mothias had managed the find the right creatures for the conferences, he headed back to see his son, finally free to spend some time with him. He remembered where he had seen the doomitories for the students, but he wasn't sure what room Motthew was in. And instead of wandering around--again--he figured he'd better see if Motthew would meet him instead. He leaned against the tree outside and dialed his sons number on his iCoffin.
Inside his room, Motthew was asleep face down in his bed. He'd slept most of the day, happy he could relax after the finals stress. His iCoffin buzzed on the table beside the bed, loud, but not loud enough to wake him. It buzzed again and again and again until it finally fell off the table and clattered to the floor. Motthew jumped out of his sleep with a start and looked around.
"Wha-...." he blinked, looking around until he spotted his phone on the floor. With a yawn, he picked it up and sat back down, his antenna twitching and his wings fluttering with curiosity, "Hello?"
"Ah! Good! You're up!" Mothias smiled to himself, "Come outside! It's been too long since we've seen each other."
Motthew sat up straight with a grin, "Dad! Awesome! I'll be right down!" he hung up and quickly changed back into his normal clothes. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and grabbed his sunglasses. Once he put them on, he went over to the window and opened it, fluttering out and down towards the tree.
Mothias smiled as his son landed beside him, "Aha, it feels like its been ages." he said, ruffling Motthew's already messy hair.
Motthew laughed, "There's so much I gotta tell you. It's been so killer here!"
Mothias laughed, "Come on, lets catch up up with a fly around town."
Motthew grinned and nodded as they both took off side by side, flying and fluttering over the city.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 7:03 pm
As Parent-Creature conferences drew to a close, Marceline sat on the edge of her bed, deliberating over what should come back to New Gorleans with her and her parents. She folded a few satiny tops that hung loose against her bony frame, enough to conceal her exposed ribs to her liking, in shades of gold and royal purple... but even with a coat and tails she felt everything she wanted to bring wasn't dressy enough for the occasion! This was the first Fangsgiving that she'd be bringing a boofriend home for dinner; it felt special, worthy of something nice to wear... with a sigh, she hoisted herself from the bed and to her closet.
She pawed through what was hanging inside, her brows slowly furrowing together into an unimpressed arch. She realized there was very little that she considered truly "dressy" in her wardrobe. There was her Tombcoming dress, but that might be too glitzy... aside from that, very few dresses hung in her closet.
She let out a groan, taking care to be quiet even though she didn't have anyone to disturb. The Maul would still be open by now, but she doubted she'd get there and back before her parents got back; and they were leaving for New Gorleans right away! She was ready to give up and wear her regular clothes when came a gentle knock at the door.
"Ma'celine! We're back!" Maman Brigitte glided into the room, The Baron following behind her with shifting eyes.
"How'd it go? How d'ya like Monster High?" Marceline plastered on a smile, despite happy to see them.
"Yes, yes; quite a facility." Baron Samedi said, his eyes still flicking around the doomitory and landing intently on the mirror.
"... since y'gonna ask," Marceline rolled her eyes. "No. Rory ain't here, nor has he been all week. I told'ya, they're on a bro-ad--er, road trip to meet with Auntie Scarie!"
"That don' matta to a mirra witch, do. Dey can just pop in whereva'..." The Baron narrowed his eyes at his daughter and Brigitte glowered at him.
"Samedi LaGhede! What in six feet under's gotten into you lately?! Don't mind him... in any case, your creatures all tell us that you're doing just fine... but we'll have to work on that Hiss-tory grade if you intend on goin' to Groans Hackins for a Witch Doctorate!"
"Heh, I know, Maman!"
"I know y'can do it. You'a smart ghoul. I don't need to worry about you one bit, do I? Now let's get you packed for the freakend!"
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