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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:01 pm
He'd been thinking about it ever since writing up a personal for Belladonna. Who would he go with to the Moonlight Masque? Rolling over in his tub, he thought of the festivities and all the fun activities that would happening during that magical time. Then, as the moonlight poured in through his small window, his thoughts turned to romance and the glimmering allure of a stranger. The heavier his eyes got, the more he thought of a strong, elegant figure taking his hand into a quieter place for some privacy, to whisper and to kiss. The idea of the stranger slowly formed into a juicy tidbit of information he learned from hearing some students in the hallway. A thrilling description of a unicorn Lit. Professor and soon the faceless stranger from his daydreams crept easily into his mind.
Little giddy bubbles floated from his lips at the thought, causing Fester to wake up and slink away. The fantasy he created had been so vivid and strong that it had failed to dissolve come morning. It was the heart-pumping passion that brought him to pour over a pile of personal ad forms he took and write and rewrite a form that would raise his chances for his teenage dreams to come true.
It required elegant handwriting, the perfect spacing, and the one thing that caught the eye and said maturity – visuals. After making a perfect heart and adding one more star, he marched off and pinned his ad proudly on the bulletin board, noticing that they had already been organized. Looking around, he hoped that a certain someone would tear his ad off and keep it for safe keeping, secretly hiding it from his coworkers with thudding, nervous excitement that came from the threat of being caught and the allure of the one student that could truly understand him.
Feeling the hairs of his tail curl from the mental movie in his mind (no doubt a chick flick that was rated R), he turned off, continuing to daydream and humming a little soft love song.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:44 pm
Glowy, King of the glowworms, had been missing all day. Efflo was just starting to really worry about him, when the little slug slimed his way through his dorm room. The insect lacked an ability to smirk but if he could have, he would have been. Efflo could tell, and that made him even more worried than before. Back at the personals board, it looked like someone had made a sticky mess (yes, I did say sticky mess, and yes, you are a pervert). 
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 8:38 pm
Grier had seen the personals ad earlier. He'd been with some of his scrawnier posse and naturally, they made a big hullabaloo about the ridiculousness of the whole situation. There had been some defacing of some of the personals already put up, but nothing too serious. After the punks did their thing, they had gone on their merry way...
However, much later that night Grier did return, but this time without the company of his kiss a** a-listers. He brought with him a crummy brown inked pen and as neatly and quickly as he could, filled out the ad in hopes of getting attention. He was seeking a particular sort though...
He was ready to leave when it occurred to him that someone may see it! Someone who respected him! Someone who had been there earlier when they berated those loveless fools! Hastily retreating back to the board, he scribbles out his name and picture. Hopefully, she's smart enough to know who's looking for her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:06 pm
Naja wasn't desperate. On the other hand... Naja was curious. That was what she told herself. Picking her way casually up to the billboard, the gorgon looked over it with a deceptively nonchalant air. Why, there was absolutely nothing of interest here! What exactly had happened to all the boas, to leave them so disgracefully androgynous--
Wait.
Wait.
What was that?
Hidden in the usual pile, tucked away in a corner, Naja had hit the jackpot. At least, she was fairly sure that it was the jackpot. She wasn't going to leave any silly ad for someone to find. And besides, she didn't need to. The boa she'd been looking for was looking for her. Hmmn.
In a split second decision, Naja snatched the advertisement down from the board, and slipped it away into her shirt. She cast a disparaging glance over the billboard again before flipping her hair to the tune of hissing cobras. Without a backward glance, she turned and walked off in the opposite direction that she'd came from.
Fingering her sunglasses, she slipped off toward the football field.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:52 am
Rain jumped towards the board in one quick movement, quickly assessing the new cards before she noticed hers had moved. Not only had hers moved, but it was now by some boil's card! What did this mean? Did he do that? Was this a sign? If she had a working heart, it would be pounding out of her chest at the moment. She peered closer to scan his info. Israfel. Is-ra-fel. Israfel. A singer. Well, she sang, right? Ok, she howled but there wasn't much of a difference. Both required powerful lungs and he was cute. Sorta. For a breather, at least he looked alive. She took out her pink marker and set to work:  She was about to leave when another caught her eye. He seemed undead but you couldn't judge a boil by his picture, and he was REALLY cute. He liked bugs! She liked bugs! She liked all sorts of creepy crawlies actually, as long as they weren't trying to eat her flesh. She peered behind her to make sure no one was looking and set about his card as well. She hadn't meant to stay here this long but she was sure the others were still asleep. She was dead. She didn't need to sleep like they had. There! Now he looked cute AND happy! It was amazing how much a smile makes a difference. She turned and happily jumped out of the room, maybe there was hope for her yet!
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 12:19 am
Len was crouched in front of the billboard, not moving an inch. He faced the board very intently, as if the little index cards on the wall were as important as a final math test. To Len, the little index card in his spindly hand was as important as a final math test -- or, at least, the kid in the picture was. Of course 'important' could mean a lot a different things, considering...  A swift movement, and Onibi's card was on the board, towards the top center, away from all the other hopefuls. Len took a moment to admire his handiwork, nodding contently before taking slightly more time to look over every single student's name and face who had posted their information in a public place. He made some mental notes, doing his best to remember everyone, especially the ones with the super-duper cute pictures, and just as he had come, he silently left. If Len had the mouth, a guilty smile would be plastered all over his face.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 11:22 am
He had become suspicious the instant after he'd slammed the door in the face of some bumbling monster. No one willingly sought out the Ao-andons dorm and the looming sense of suspense that seeped from it after all. Despite this, he'd written it off as a case of mistaken room numbers but... no. As a third student lost a finger to Onibi's door he'd decided enough was quite enough. Which was why he was now looking up at the board before him. Ringed eyes narrowed imperceptibly at the card with his face on it, and what could only be Lens scrawling handwriting covering nearly every free space. Unforgivable. Crushing the blank card in his hand in an unforgiving grip, Onibi turned to the andon lamp not quite forgotten at his side. The oil in it would just have to be good enough for the moment. Dipping a thin claw in the brightly glowing liquid (shadow creature skreeskreeskree'ing the entire time at it's makeshift home being invaded), Onibi carefully flattened the blank card in his hand before cautiously scratching away at it. One mishap and a now blue and very much sulking shadow creature later had Onibi admiring his quick work before pinning the card over top 'his'. Hopefully, no one else had seen it already.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 2:51 pm
Figg looked at the personals board with what could only be described as intense disdain, with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. That was, at least, until he spotted a familiar face amidst all the pushpinned cards -- then a corner of his mouth quirked to something as close to a smirk as he had ever been seen with. A couple scribbles with a large black marker, a few more with a bright blue pen, and the card in question was returned to its former place on the corkboard, new and improved: But that wasn't quite enough for the ghost. He couldn't have the last laugh on just Israfel! He picked up another blank card, and with it put up and ad of his own. Except it wasn't just an ordinary ad. IT WAS A STATEMENT.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 10:13 pm
Okay, it was BACK to the damn board with Shehk, but this time she had a GOAL.
HER GOAL WAS...well, she didn't really have one, but it had become obvious to her that the wolf demon -really- wasn't going to try anything on his own, so she was gonna do it for him.
SO THERE.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 7:43 am
Raziel sighed. The last thin he wanted to do was attend a dance. He hated dancing and never understood why girls fawned over the idea of a bunch of people being hot and sweaty in a dank room with bad food and strange music. Oh well. So far Raziel hadn't met anyone, so he figured he might as well put up a personal and see where it went from there.. 
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:19 pm
It'd been a coincidence that Onibi had found himself back at the personals board. Really. Or curiosity, perhaps, as he held the lantern up higher to get a better look at the cards currently posted.
It was stupid, really, and he didn't have any particular want to go to the moonlight masque, silly monster festival it was. Yet here he was, fiddling with the edge of a card belonging to a student he'd never seen in his life. Not that he'd met many students anyway -- something about being unapproachable. Whatever. It's no like he'd enrolled in order to make friends to begin with.
It was hard to ignore the other students excitement though, and even the demon dorms were buzzing with chatter over the festival. He wondered if they even realised it was a lowly monster festival, or if they'd completely forgotten themselves in the face of their eagerness.
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Making sure no one was looking, Onibi pulled Raziels card from the board, pocketing it -- and were it to be mentioned the hypocrisy of his thoughts on the festival and his choice in (potential) partner you'd be sure to be ignored.
As a second thought he tore 'his' card from under Lens off as well. Just in case. And he's sure his haunted scissors would have a fun time in disposing of it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:04 pm
Raziel had been absent-mindedly walking around the campus for the better part of the day when he found himself back at the ridiculous personals billboard. Having nothing better to do, he looked at some of the other ads posted. Being not overly tall himself, Raz noticed two cards posted right next to each other at the very bottom of the board. A young girl it seemed had posted a card, probably not understanding the exact purpose for the personals. Poor child. It seems that the second card was made by an older student that also didn't realize that the young one had no idea about the dance. He also noticed several cards that looked rather strange, as though that person had not written it themselves. Raziel didn't know anybody well enough yet to even begin contemplating making a card for someone else. After a good couple minutes looking the board over, Raz realized his card was gone. With a puzzled look on his face, he looked on the ground to see if the card had fallen there. When he didn't see it, Raz checked to make sure it hadn't been posted under someone else's card. When he still couldn't find it, Raz tapped his chin in thought before shrugging and leaving a second card;  And with that, Raziel left the board again, this time to go to his room and stay there until this mysterious person showed up.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:50 pm
Tybalt started filling out his own card, not bothering with any of the details. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on when he started to follow a group of students to this section of the school and even after lingering and observing the other students a few minutes, he still wasn't. All he knew was that there was going to a big dance or something, which he wasn't particularly interested in. However, seeing as everyone else was doing it and he had never really been to a big event, he might as well go too? At least to check it out.
Once finished scribbling on his card, he slapped it up onto the board with all the others and wandered back out.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 2:33 pm
Oh no! The singles personals board has been stolen with all the listings that were tacked on gone as well! Who could have done such a horrible, heinous act? Now students will never get to know who they were destined to be with.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 1:18 pm
It all started with one student passing by the hallway who just happened to see the return of the strange and mysterious singles personal board. He took one look at it, ran to call his friend, who called the next, and now, the misused singles personal board stood, in its full pariah. A couple of second-years chuckled, those poor unassuming first years.
The poor corkboard had been returned, but someone had the audacity to cover it in a thick wall of unbreakable see-through glass. And what is that strange tiny note on top of each student's card? You're having a hard time reading it from this far.
Slipping through a couple of heftier students you manage to get a little closer:
With still no luck, you wait for most of the crowd to recede before poking just a LITTLE closer.
Ah... it seemed like someone did not enjoy the single personals board as much as you did. ((OC notes: You may choose to "continue" your rp as you wish in the school office, if you may like for bonus rp points. For everyone else who posted, you have earned 1 roleplay point for your journal, to advance towards your growth. Be sure to link your point back to here))
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