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 Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:07 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:40 am
To whom this may concern
Professor Pyre Bryn,
Let me just start by saying: I wrote this for you, I hope you like it...
Murders are red,
Drownings are blue,
My fear starts a-fading,
When I'm not with you.
*there's a big gap in between lines, some random pen marks, but then the letter continues.*
You're all I ever think about...ever...and when I am around you my face and body feels warm and I like it. You make children tolerable simply because YOU are around them. Color loses its vibrancy, the sun loses its purpose...You make me feel something so strange, something like...love! Yes! love! Love is a many splendid thing, love LIFTS us up where we belong all I NEED IS YOUR LOVE... *the cross-out is heavy and bleeds through the paper* I didn't want to go another year without telling you these things. These upcoming months are going to be hell with all the new students...lets...share it together?
Maybe by starting with that Masque Event...I don't think I've wanted anything more then to be at that dance as long as I am there with you. What do you say?
Sincerely...Breck
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 3:32 pm
The first letter was trashed. Quickly. Even if it was 100% true.
" Miss Byrn.
I'm heavily attracted to you. Be my date to the Masque.
-Breck
PS: I won't hump you while we dance. Please, I have more class then to give in to my more monstrous urges, no matter how true they might be."
He was pretty sure that letter wouldn't really win. So he tried a second letter.
"Byrn.
I am a sane male of good standing and want you to be my date for a Masque. I'm a better choice then Taylor and his rat, the midriff wonder, and Snowflake after all.
-Breck"
Also not good. Third time was the charm.
"Dear Professor Byrn,
With the yearly Masque coming up, I find myself desiring the company of someone who has a legitimate brain, a beating heart, and the fiery beauty of one such as yourself for this event. Both of us have to deal with the unruly snots, knobs, and other such 'undesirables' year round, and doubtless, you'd like a night devoid of such things.
I ask you this:
For a single night, would you join me as my date to the Moonlight Masque? We can attend the festivities or go elsewhere in town if you'd so desire. I would be happy to show you the mandragora gardens and the dead flower fields. All I ask for is a night of your company.
I cordially await your reply,
Groundskeeper Breck"
A dead rose was attached and it was also devoid of drool. He triple checked for the drool.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 3:47 pm
Fyre, Fyre burning bright,
Will you go with me this night?
Breck
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:16 pm
When Breck overheard the song, he knew that he had found his muse. The music was terrible - no screeches, no wailing! - but the lyrics were perfect.
Dearest Byrn,
We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full night's commitment's what I'm thinking of
You w shouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling:
... so, uh, come to the Masque with me and I'll tell you?
Breck
{{ I couldn't resist! xP }}
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:15 pm
((This note was received by Professor Byrn in the mail, within a delightful envelope which seemed to burn in flames, and along with a wonderful, incinerated rose.)) To: Professor Byrn From: Groundskeeper Breck
Dear Professor Byrn,
I have thought of a way to make all the students tremble in fear, but, alas, I cannot fulfill this task by myself. We are both models for our horrifying students, and we must prove our worth to them. Please join me at the Moonlight Masque, and with our efforts combined we will put on a show all will remember. So, what do you say, Miss Byrn?
Shall we play with fire?
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:46 pm
Professor Bryn,
Lovely Lady Prof
Burning brightly in my heart
I want in your pants
Please come dance with me
Your Humble Servant,
Breck
P.S. I had a student help me with the format. But she thought the last line wasn't quite decorous and insisted I change it. Decided to not argue since girls are supposed to know about these things.
<3 B
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:46 pm
To Professor Buryn,
Good Evening, hope the children aren't being too much of a bother. If they are of course I will see to it that they are never a bother again. I'm rather good at that me and my dogs. Well yes, you know that already but that is not the purpose of this communication.
As you know on the next moon the Masquarade will be taking place. While normally I would rather enjoy roaming the grounds; punishing students I discover in rather unusual and sometimes unfathamable positions with each other, I have decided to forgo that normally amusing pursuit for something more agreeable and perhaps even more frightening for the students.
I wish to attend the party this year and it seems I am without companionship as the occation does call for such things. While most of the students, I am aware, would at this moment make a snide remark about my lawn or my hounds I wish to request that you be my companion for the dance. If it so pleases you and that night you have not made any arangements that I might be intruding upon I would like to meet at a designated spot to escort you to the monster district.
Thank you for your consideration.
Yours in kind,
Groundskeepr Breck
P.S. If you must know, yes, I had the dictionary and thesarus out.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:53 pm
((Breck tries his hand at being a witty poet))
Ms. Byrn.
You are the h-e-a-t to my h-e-a-r-t.
You r-o-c-k my r-o-c-k-e-t
You are the b-e-a-u-t to my peanut butter
And the b-e-a-m to my raspberry jam.
I am a l-o-n-e wolf without your m-e-l-o-n-s
Please come to the dance with me?
Breck
((He crosses out parts he wouldn't find fitting and sends it to Byrn.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 10:46 am
Even the young ladies of Halloweentown can't resist the siren call of a good matchmaking... especially when one party is so inept. The saga played out on a piece of paper that Breck thought he'd hidden... The paper vanished shortly thereafter, and poor Breck's been picking heart-shaped notes off of Byrn's door all week. He sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat, terrified that one got through to her without his knowing...
How scary.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 12:38 pm
Just a Byrn leaves her room, a burning letter flutters down to her. The culprit is nowhere to be seen.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 12:03 am
The instructions read: "TO BE SERENADED IN FRONT OF MS BYRN'S OFFICE WINDOW. PS -- This better get me 'n Tristan outta detention. -Nuk" You know that it would be so true You know you couldn't call me a liar If I was to say to you You're the one I secretly admire Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Come with me to set the night on fire~ Byrn baby, Byrn, (Hotter than the) Bonfire's inferno~ Byrn baby, Byrn~ So far away, I wait for the day For the beauty so graceful to come I feel the pain of the wait for your answer of ok, Through the fire and the flames, this Masque is on! If you ever try to jackin leave
I'mma tie you to my desk
and set this school on fire. Ok, not that last part.((Songs: Paragraph 1 + 2 - Light My FireParagraph 3 - Disco InfernoParagraph 4 - Through the Fire and the FlamesParagraph 5? - Love the way you Lie))
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:20 pm
Dear Professor Byrn, The world gets brighter when you’re around, please go to the Halloween Masque with me. Yours eternally Breck
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:34 pm
Upon opening her door, Professor Byrn was award with a skull drippnig in red ink. Leaning closer, she read: "Roses are red, so is this writing, your existing in this world, is highly ellighti--. Oh shite. Whatever. Have a skull, from me to you." . . . whether or not it was romantic, was up to her discretion.
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