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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:18 pm
....
Okay, she didn't want to answer that question. An almost guilty look crossed her face and she took the notebook, deciding it would be easier to keep up this 'game' than it would to voice it and spew everything. Like before she curled up to write, and like before she held it out, but she wasn't smiling as wide anymore. Her hand writing was small and messy, more like a child still learning than a mostly-teenager.
Im sorry to.
Nothing special.....
your chest doesnt hurt??
Apparently, she was subject changing, too...only she wasn't pretending to be concerned.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:20 pm
No, he wrote, leaning forward to try to see her face as he offered the book back out to her, Is something wrong? Panic bubbled up in his stomach again. Was it something he had done? What did he do wrong NOW? He'd make it right, though. He would.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:52 pm
Her lips pressed together to form a thin line, her brow knit and her eye widened at first when he started to lean forward. The closer Christof came the more the little ghoul leaned back, her shoulders lifting and her face contorting in uncomfortable cower like she was preparing herself for something terrible.
"N-nothing's wrong! Ipromisenothing'swrong!" She squeaked out, not taking the notebook back and instead gripping some of the ripped sari's fabric that gathered on her thighs.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:27 pm
Refusing him the notebook, Christof was left leaning back again, suddenly feeling very anxious and unwelcome. She was still upset. His expression contorted, corners of his mouth twitching before tapping his chest, (once again trying to indicate himself) before offering both hands out to her, hoping that said 'help'?
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:35 pm
The little ghoul relaxed visibly as he leaned back from her again, and soon she was twisting the sari's fabric between her backward hands. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him with his gestures, and of course the first thing that came to mind was a hug...sadly, she wasn't all that interested in hugs. But on the other hand...she probably upset him with her reaction. Oh dear.
After a moment of consideration, she staggered to her reversed feet and, closing the distance between them, gave him the (to her) suggested hug. It was a wordless thing at first, and it was definitely awkward; despite the whole being dead thing, she was a little too stiff-bodied. Worried, really. Nervous. Still, luckily for him, she did decide to say something about what she was doing:
"I...I was going to practice..." She explained lamely, sounding as guilty as she no doubt felt.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:16 am
The hunchback sat wide eyed as suddenly little half rotten, twisted arms were wrapped around him. That had not been what he was expecting. After a few moments, his heart beat calmed down, though, and he tried to concentrate on what she was saying. Practice? Practice what? Perhaps... she meant Riley's teachings? That meant she still wanted to go forward wiht the experiment?? Or did she mean something else? His mind reeled, scrambling for answers-
HELL'S BELLS, MUSIC CLASS.
With all of the madness in his life as of late, he had completely forgotten about his blasted cello.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 8:54 pm
When Christof didn't hug her back, she got confused. That was what he wanted, right? ...Right? Frowning lightly in thought, she stepped back and to the side, moving to sit beside him on the edge of the bed, once more pulling her knees to her chest and tucking her feet under her bum. His silence made her think, and by the time she'd grown sick of the lack of communication she had convinced herself that he knew exactly what kind of practising she had been doing.
"I...I'm still not sure I can..." She trailed off unhappily, motioning to the ice bags on the floor. Her half-sized cello was propped up against the wall of the far corner; she clearly did not have an ounce of thought for the thing.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 9:07 pm
He glanced from cello to pile of ice and then back to the ghoul sitting anxiously beside him, brows furrowing as he scratched his head. Hoping for some clarity, he pointed to the ice before his eyebrows raised inquiringly. It was rather warm in here, but a bed of ice? Did she need some sort of air conditioner? There might have been one somewhere, the school might provide one when necessary, or maybe Barth knew how to build one?
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 9:41 pm
The little Vetala glanced between the Igor and the bed of ice she had made. It was becoming very evident (even to her, which was sometimes a surprise) that he wanted her to elaborate even more. But...didn't he understand her the first time? There was no reason that he shouldn't, she had explained it perfectly! Or...Or not. Probably not. It made more sense that way, really.
"Umm...T-trying to get out again...If...If I do, I..." Lowering her head uncomfortably, Amrita chewed on her bottom lip, her hands lifting again to twist her hair. "I don't want this...this body to, um...rot."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 11:31 pm
His brows furrowed a moment as he tried to make sense of this new information. What was she...? OH! That's right! Their meeting at Malodore's dorm felt like ages ago, considering all that had happened between then and now, and some of the details he had... fallen asleep during. But now that she said it, the Pieces clicked into place. So THAT'S what the ice was for.
He nodded understandingly before motioning for the notebook again, gingerly plucking it from her arms to scribble out:
Perhaps practicing in cafeteria freezer? Have secretly hidden things there before. V. cold. Must be wary of gnome patrols.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:40 am
Amrita let him take the book back, and while he scribbled in it she went back to playing with the ripped ends of her sari until he was finished. His suggestion made her look absolutely horrified, and not in the good way.
"Oh, Oh no. I could...get detention from that! I've had enough of detention." She tented her fingers together uncomfortably, and then stretched them out in front of her. "In here is good enough..." As she trailed off, she added 'for me' under her breath, and finally shook her head slowly.
"S-so...What um, brings you here...?" She failed to remember that she had already asked something similar.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:06 pm
He shifted, just as anxiously as he glanced away from her a moment before motioning towards the pet cage, and then to her as though that would explain it.
From what he could vaguely pick up, she didn't really want him here. She was being polite. He couldn't blame her. He fidgeted before wobbling to his feet as though ready to leave if need be.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:43 pm
A gray eye had turned to stare at him, a generally odd thing from the little ghoul who thoroughly enjoyed not making eye contact. She was waiting for something, clearly...and whatever it was, it was not his getting up thing. Furrowing her brow for a moment as thought trying to understand, she soon made a decision and slipped off of her unused bed, shuffling a little bit to stand near him, but stayed just outside of a comfort zone.
She also never stopped staring up at him.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:55 pm
Christof shifted from one boot to the other, twisting his hands and the notebook between them as he glanced to the ghoul that had joined his side. His brows raised, trying to figure out what in Halloween she was staring at.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:00 pm
Amrita was still clearly waiting for something, and seemed rather deadset (haha) on doing what she was doing until she got what she was waiting for. Which, currently, meant standing near Christof like a little duckling, doing her third best impression of a doe caught in the headlights.
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