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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:00 am
Tess returned the hug, still a tad anxious about the situation she had gotten herself into. An arm linked with Lizzy's, she almost, almost tried to tug the demoness to the side. Introductions were made and then Lizzy pretty much confirmed what Tess read on her skelephone's screen. It took every single ounce of will-power Maritess had not to start flailing her arms. She couldn't believe it! Lizzy got her a date.
A. Date.
With a very good-looking, very proper boil. It was great news, it really was. Except for the fact she had bid on Icky and, well, Tess didn't think they were allowed to retract bids. She supposed if she won, she could always tell him he didn't have to honor his end of the deal. She was about to whisper to Lizzy and explain the, uh, situation when she heard Sarias bid. (It was Sarias after all and Tess had no doubt about the banshee's ability to be heard.)
Wait. Sarias bid on Icky? It was all Tess could do not to fly to the banshee and hug her in gratitude. Problem solved! Hmm, maybe she should get the ghoul something as thanks after the auction?
A shy, nervous smile broke across her face, her fangs protruding ever so slightly. "P-pleased to meet you both," she said to Sepheran and Liannan extended her free hand (the other was still linked with Lizzy's). In Lizzy's taste Tess indeed trusted as she whispered to the ghoul, "Thank you so much!" Before turning back towards the boil to ask, "What class did you two meet in?" It seemed like the proper question.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:58 am
The wrath demon nodded tersely. He would go to this dance under the threat of brain melting, and he would attempt to keep from dragging Tsetsiliya's fun through the gutter, but West would be damned if he was going to enjoy it himself. He only hoped that if there was dancing, he wouldn't trample the girl to death. If anyone so much as scratched their lips and happened to push them into a configuration ever so slightly resembling a smile while looking in his direction, they would be leaving the party with their lungs on the outside.
"I'll come getya then. Late so'ya know. I dunndo early." He held out a hand for her to shake, and whether she chose to or not, West only stuck around for another moment or two before turning on a heel and striding back to the demon dorms.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 8:25 am
He beckoned.
She came.
It wasn't physically possible for his smirk to get any bigger.
His chest was swelled with misplaced pride as he leaned close to the banshee, closing the distance she placed between them. His wooden claws held him fast to the table as he sneered at her words.
"Oh, don't ye worry," he cooed quietly, reaching one hand up and gently cupping her chin, "I can take anythin' ye do te me." His claws gripped her chin, pulling the skin of her neck taut as he let loose his long prehensile tongue and drew it from the top of her breast to the side of her face, leaving a long line of saliva as a parting gift. With the same speed as he had performed the act, he drew back cackling and scanned the crowd for Maritess.
Surely she would bid again!
Except... she wasn't paying attention. His laughter halted and grin faltered, tongue lolled pathetically out one side of his mouth. Did she not want him after all?
No, of course she did! Why else would she have bid in the first place?!
"Ghouly!" he called out, cupping his claws over his face, "M'tongue's worth more'n tha', ain't it?!" For emphasis, after locking eyes with Tess, he wrapped the tip of his tongue around one of his claws and tugged to reveal its entire nine inch length and gave her a confident wink.
Turning to Bul, he scrutinized the monster in his Scarentine get up and nodded toward him to get his attention. "Oy," he called sloppily from still holding his tongue; releasing the curl from his claw, it leaped back into his mouth like a roll of measuring tape. "'Oo's bid on ye?" Bul was a good looking monster; maybe a bit too handsome in the face but everything else about him was grade-A fearsome to the boggart -- perhaps a bit of jealousy or envy on his part -- so it stood to reason a ghoul would have been on him already.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 8:36 am
Maritess froze when Icky not only called for her attention but pretty much demonstrated to the entire room what had caught her attention. Like a hallow-deer caught in headlights, the winged vampire was at a loss over what to do. Oh Jack, this was not how she intended for things to happen. Part of her wanted to tell the boggart that Yes, such a collection of muscle was worth more, it was quickly being beaten into submission by the fact that A.) Lizzy went through so much trouble to get her a date. B.) Said date was Lizzy's friend and thus Tess wanted him to like her. And C.) Sarias bid on Icky and Tess wasn't going to tangle with the banshee.
So rather than making a counter bid, she mouthed an apology to Icky then to Lizzy and Sepheran. "I-I, uh, I bid on him before I got your text, Lizzy," she admitted. "But I would still like to go to the dance with you, Sepheran." She blinked then quickly added, "And Liannan of course."
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:03 am
"You're very welcome!" Was Lizzy's whispered reply as she watched the two interact; her attention, however, was caught by Icky calling out to Tess. He was... Rough. Crude. Unrefined. Perhaps good traits for a monster to have, but not good enough for someone like Tess - she deserves a gentleman! Then again, she remembered the ghoul talking about how she had a thing for tongues... And Icky had a good tongue.
She threw the Boggart a flat look - a look of indifference. Anything towards disgust might actually make him happy, and she didn't want that.
Not after that display.
Thus, she was glad that Tess seemed to ignore the boil and went back to interacting with Sepheran. Giving a smile, she shook her head at her, "Its alright! I meant to keep this a surprise, after all... And Amrita helped too~" Her attention then shifted back to Sepheran as she giggled, "I leave Tess in your care then, even if its only for a night!"
[Lizzy... You act like a mum. OTL]
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:11 am
The half beast watched as Icky made his "dazzling" entrance to the auction room. Bul snickered but had to brace himself as the boggart came flying into the tables where they were, having to latch on to the corner with his tail. Fortunately, it wasn't enough to throw him off balance. When he finally crawled up and situated himself it wasn't hard for Bul to feel a ping of worry. Nobody had bid on him yet and the boggart had two bids before he was even there.
His red eyes darted to the other boil when he called him out and grinned, albeit nervously. "Uh none yet," he said and shifted weight, using a flick of his tail to get it to curl nicely again at his feet. "But you're doing pretty damn good! Maybe I overdressed..." he said tapping his spiny chin and looked the boggart over. "I looked up scarentine stuff and all the pictures on Spookle were of ghouls and boils dressed all fancy and s**t. Maybe it was a joke or somethin, I don't know.."
Bul now stared off towards the crowd of people, or who all still remained, and nibbled his bottom lip a bit with his pointy teeth. "Hrmm..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:31 am
Chuppi knew that, with everyone bidding and the gnome basically deciding that all the people should come up at once and get everything over with, that the auction would be ending soon. Her mind was too full of thoughts about Tybalt bidding on her and the happiness she had for her friends all finding dates to really care, but with everyone running around it was as though her VP of the STuCon senses kicked in and she needed to keep some semblance of order to make sure things didn't get out of hand. Slowly she pulled away from her small group (she'd wandered back over to them when she'd come off the stage) and up to the gnome, taking the mic from him to make an announcement. She hoped she didn't mess up.
"Por favor, please, get your bids in soon because we will close the auction up very, very shortly. The dance is starting soon and we need people for readiness, yes? I will close the auction within the hour."
And with that the Chupacabra handed the mic back and tried to get off the stage. . . only to trip over her own foot and fall off the back.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:26 am
Okay, so Natalia thought she knew what she was doing. Buying Mei was the kindest thing she could do, but in the long run it just didn’t make much sense. Mei wouldn’t have been on stage very long, the auction would have ended soon and then they would have all gone home. Granted the doll student would be dateless—but she would also gnomeless, and THAT was what mattered. Turning her now frantic eyes away from Whisper and onto Mei, the ghoul gripped her hand a bit harder without noticing.
She didn’t want the hellhound to see the worry in her countenance, especially since Whisper had been so willing to trust Natalia’s decision. Blue hair slid across one of her eyes as the orange gaze refused to leave Mei’s. “Hey…” She stammered quietly, leaning away from Wisp but keeping their hold firm. Natalia had to think of something—anything! Then she recalled the seeds in her pocket, shaking her hips slightly to hear them click together. Sticking her fingers in and pulling all of them out, the werelemur shook free the hand that clasped around Mei’s and placed all 155 that she had left into her palm.
“I um…don’t know if you’re interested in bidding on someone but if you aren’t…could you uh—“ Getting closer to the doll student and whispering ever so quietly, “Bid on this one over here. I’d really appreciate it and I’d owe you BIG TIME!”
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:47 am
Holly still wasn't sure what she was doing here. She had planned to make others bid or just give away some seeds if friends were not going to win their bids. But no one was bidding. The ghoul eyed the last ones to be auctioned off. Some of them looked familiar and others she had never met.
Great. From what it seemed most had dates for this dance now. Should she go alone? Well at the moment she still had her one outfit to wear which wasn't going to cut it. She loved her pajamas but never would she go to a dance in them.
She saw Lizzy walk away from a ghoul and boil. What was she up to? "Hey, Lizzy, you bid on anyone? Or buy maybe buy someone for someone else?" That one always proved to be more interesting.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:40 am
Eyes shifting from student to student, she knew that someone would have a pocket full of silver seeds, just waiting to be snatched up by the doll in order to save the hellhound! Just wait Natalia! Whisper will be yours----Glancng from her hand to the were-lemur, she was almost awestruck when she handed her, her remaining seeds. Well now! This would definitely save her the trouble of mugging some kid! "Of course! You helped me already, so now its my turn to repay the favor!"
Taking a step forward, Mei raised her hand.
I'm raising my hands in the air! All the players know that I'm layin' down 155 on this hottie Whisper
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:57 am
Leaving her friends to be alone, she missed Chuppi's tumble; as she was about to turn to see what made the crashing sound, a familiar voice caused her to look the other way instead. She smiled when she saw who it was that called her - the cute ghoul Rosenthal had taken a particular liking to!
"Holly!" Lizzy gave a nod of her head in greeting, stopping so that she could talk to her, "Its been some time! Hope you're settling in nicely~" She paused at the question, giggling before gesturing at Tess and Sepheran as subtly as she could. She seemed awfully happy as she nodded, "I made a bid on Sepheran for a friend... It seems like they'll get along! Anyway, he'll be taking her to the dance!"
Looking at Holly's outfit, however, she quickly added with a grin, "Oh! I'm almost done with your hoodie! In fact, if the auction is ending soon, I should be able to finish it by the end of the night."
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 12:19 pm
Stupid mistake number 2. Why, oh why did she feel the need to walk up to him? Did she think for a second he would actually thank her for bidding on him so he didn't look like the sad little loner he was? Of course not, but as they had all seen, Sarias wasn't really thinking tonight.
Her whole body tensed as his hand cupped her face, she thought for a second he was going to kiss her, the distance becoming nothing as he leaned in. Her eyes went to close, her lips plucked slightly as she allowed herself to move to him, her mind swimming, was this the display she was searching for in him? It was going to happen, in front of all these people? She let out a soft purr as she arched her back to reach him and...and he licked her! ((@__@;;;; ))
His tongue slipped up her icy skin, bringing her back from the brink of imagination with a slam! Its rough texture gripping at her flesh as the saliva slowly made its way down her neck. Gasping it caught in her throat as the shock hit her full on. He had just licked her. Licked her. In front of everyone. IN. FRONT. OF. EVERY. ONE. HE. HAD. LICKED. HER.
Sarias, in one way, blacked out after that, not fainted, or ran or screamed. Just blocked out what had gone on, for days after people would have to tell her what happened. What really happened. Sure there would be rumours,exaggerated accusations. But one thing remained the same. A running theme in the tale.
Sarias rugby tackled Icky that night.
Hard.
With a howl born of desperation and fury she had flung herself at him, catching him around the middle as she floored him on to the makeshift stage, a table cracked, a leg gave away, and dignity was well and truly shattered.
"YOU DISGUSTING CREATURE! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!!!" Clawed hands snaked round his bare neck as she quickly got to work with throttling him, straddling his hips for a better grip at his exposed throat as she pounded his head back towards the floor. It was hardly powerful, Sarias was made of skin and bones. But that didn't stop her trying to smother every last bit of air from his disease ridden corpse!
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 12:53 pm
The winged undead ghoul's response to Icky's call out was less than desired. She mouthed an apology and then continued on her way while one of her ghoul associates gave him a completely indifferent look. His eyes narrowed.
Was she apologizing to him for not bidding more or for getting his hopes up?! The boggart frowned, sharp yellow teeth gritted as he turned back to look at Bul. Wait a second, no one had bid on Bul yet? Not a single ghoul? And the auction was ending in an hour?!
"No, tha' can't be righ'," Icky mumbled through his teeth to the other monster. He looked around quickly, trying to pick out ghouls who seemed to be without dates. There had to be a nice hotty for Bul! "'Oo's yer type--" but before he could finish his sentence, a wild mass of ghost and hair tackled him against the tables and he was swept off his feet.
In those few seconds before he felt her sharp fingers around his throat, he felt her press against him and released a pleasant sigh -- then choked. A horrible gagging sound erupted from his throat as Sarias began strangling him, cutting through any nearby conversation which had likely already been silenced from the slamming and cracking of the tables.
Icky was reeling; he had seen a white flash for just a second as his breath left him and now it was arduous attempting to get it back. It returned in the faintest of gasps, just barely slipping through Sarias' grip, but soon the monster righted himself and he glared up at her. He wanted to do the same, wrap his strong bark claws around her throat -- but what good would it do? She was already dead. Instead, he grabbed her wrists and dug his claws deep into her cold white flesh. It took a few moments but he managed to pry her hands away and pull her forward. For just a second, she was forced to lay intimately on top of him, a second that he didn't draw breath for despite his lungs screaming for it. It quickly ended as he forced himself to roll over and return the favor to Sarias.
Now he was straddling her.
He kept a tight hold of her wrists, planting most of his weight on her hips and grinned down at her now that he was back in power. "Fiesty..." he hissed before looking around the room.
....Oh yeah.
They were in the middle of the creepeteria with almost the entire student body, including one of his new 'friends'.
His dark eyes immediately darted to Bul and he recalled the monster's plight. This would all be over soon and, for whatever misguided reason, it just gave him a bad taste in his mouth to think of such a disgusting monster to go without a date on Scarentine's.
"Oy!" he shouted, directing his voice to the audience while seeming completely unaware or uncaring of his current position as well as Sarias', "What ghoul ain't got a date?! Ye best be biddin' on Bul! S'a waste if'n ye don't, ye ghoulies won't know what yer missin'!" Clearly Icky didn't have much practice in convincing others of what was the right thing to do. If someone didn't want to do something, they were a sissy and he would tell him so; if this didn't make them do it then they were dumb to him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:32 pm
Sarias felt her world flip as Icky managed to praise her hands from the choke hold she held fast, his wooden claws leaving indentations on her wrists, even cutting the ectoplasmic skin. If she could bleed her wrist would be covered in crimson rivers but instead a transparent liquid escaped from the cuts, her bodies version of the life force.
Her face dangerously close to his for a second before being twisted over onto her back, the Boggart taking over her position on top. His weight was crushing her, sure there was nothing to him but compared to Sarias he could have been as fat as anyone of the ghouls in this room. He felt him push down making sure she wasn't going anywhere!
"Get off me you cretin!" She barked, spit and foam curling at the edge of her mouth as her eyes flashed a thousand hateful words she couldn't process. "I will tear you to shreds, let me go! LET ME GO!" She tried to force her body up, arching her back, kicking her legs as he shouted out his offer for his monster friend. With a push of sheer force she lifted her top half from the ground, gained as much distance towards his face as she could, and screamed. One hell of a scream.
Anyone in earshot would be gifted with ringing ears, in those few seconds no-one else was heard, shunned in silence or just plain screamed over, the auction stood still. And as quick as it began the banshees shriek ended in a blood curdling finish. Falling back towards the floor Sarias breathed heavy, her stitches were ripped and torn apart, her hair stuck to her face as sweat dripped from her forehead. She hasn't screamed in this form before, in this real body. It wasn't the same.
It hurt.
A lot.
The aftermath was broken by someone sniffing...coming from the stage, from Sarias?...was she? Was she crying? Tugging at her hands she stared up at Icky, the effect of her scream was lost on him. "Get off me you fool." and with a quick twist of her body she managed to wrangled a hand free from the distracted Boggart. And before you could say "What the jack" Sarias tore the skull pin from her head and threw it across the stage, her body resorting back to his ghostly form. She wasted no time phasing through the boil who had resulted in capturing her for these mere moment, but it took her less time to stare aghast at the audience and flee this awful scene.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 4:04 pm
Icky barely heard Sarias over his own voice, though he felt her wriggling beneath him. It made him grin more as his own grip held fast, keeping her pinned much easier than she had with him.
Then everything went quiet.
Or, rather, all of the noise in the room shattered. He couldn't hear anything over this swelling high pitched voice and it was like his ear drums were getting stabbed. Letting out a muted shout, the boggart's wooden hands flew to cover his long, sensitive ears, leaving the banshee with free hands. It wasn't until then that he noticed a cold wetness on his fingers as if they had been soaking in water.
Once the shriek stopped, all really did go quiet and Icky slowly removed his hands to look at them. The tips were darkened by the unseen liquid and he examined them, turning his fingers and hands over under the light of the creepiteria, confused. A new sound came and his purple ponytail bobbed as he quickly looked around for the source.
Was that... sniffling?
Someone was crying?
Finally his eyes retreated back to Sarias beneath him and his face went stony. She was crying. Why in Jack's name was she crying? Wasn't this fun? Wasn't it a game?! Gritting his teeth, the boggart searched for words to a question he couldn't even begin to think to ask. 'What's wrong?' 'Are you okay?' None of these or equivalents went through his mind. Instead, only one surfaced that he couldn't even open his mouth to ask.
What did I do?
"Get off me you fool," she hiccuped scathingly, wrenching the skull clip from her hair and throwing it. Suddenly his weight shifted and he was sitting against the tables rather than on top of her. Everything felt very cold and before he could even make a sound of protest she passed through him. Icky doubled over on his knees, arms wrapped around his chest. It was so cold he thought his heart might have stopped! Breathing heavily, he glanced over his shoulder to try and spot her but Sarias had already disappeared into the crowd or gone invisible.
His eyes scanned the scene, most lingering on him if not also searching for the blue haired ghoul, but he just glared at their prying eyes. His mood was ruined. Turning back toward the stage, he looked around everyone's feet before spotting the abandoned skull pin, plucking it gingerly between two of his claws and examining it as he began warming up from the temperature of many bodies in the same closed off room.
"What'd I do?" he mumbled pathetically through his teeth as he tucked the pin away into a pocket.
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