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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 10:21 pm
Riley did not care if Calder felt like his arm needed a break. She wanted him off. Now. Her hand shook, then it shook harder, then it shook so hard both arms flapped around wildly.
This is.. this is.. what is even.. CALDER. What is wrong with your hand?!
This was a nightmare.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 10:35 pm
"There is nothing wrong with it. Stttooooppp." He whined, holding his other hand on his arm as Riley continued to jerk and flail about, thus pulling and yanking on his arm. She was going to pop it clear off his shoulder at this rate. "I just.....have skin....that sorta grips."
He curled in a bit, turning pinker. "It's a kelpie thing." And a 'growing up' sorta thing that he didn't want pointed out. He was still getting used to it.
"It just sorta goes off and on now." Usually without him wanting it to happen, like now. His parents said he'd just grow out of it, but...in the meantime, he was in a very awkward stage of growth.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 11:40 pm
JACKDAMNIT, CALDER! She finally screamed in frustration, flopping back to the floor and huffing. Why is everything a kelpie thing! Oh, I picked you up, now we're married, it's a kelpie thing. Oh, I stick to your body. It's a kelpie thing. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS A MINDFLAYER THING, CALDER?
All of her tentacles rose like snakes, pointed at him as if hissing. EATING YOUR BRAIN.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:13 am
"Well SORRY for BEING a kelpie and having a culture that is so far from everyone else's that you all think it's weird. Maybe you don't have many mindflayer things cause your clan doesn't have many traditoins." He whined back, not at all thinking it was far to shout at him for things that were all true. "I'd explain it to you but I'd just be wasting my breath." Like she cared. The most they could do was shout at each other most of the time. Hardly the sort of environment to share your cultural background and traditions.
And that's when things went to a slightly more familiar setting. Riley trying to kill him. Sadly, he wasn't in much of a position to be fighting, not with his hand locked, but Riley's tentacles were like many sharp, vicious hands. He had sneaked on their date. He had seen what she had done to the squirrel. He didn't want to be walking sideways all his life....and that was only if she didn't find his brains too appetizing and didn't finish.
"Wait! WAIT! It's true. I'mjustgrowingupandtheskinthingistokeepridersputonmybackwithoutescapingwhichmakesthemscaredandIusuallycanmanagebutit'sjustgettingstrongeranditsgoingonandoffand IT REALLY IS SOMETHING WITH KELPIES!" He used his other hand to wrap around his head as if one arm would protect his brain.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 6:54 pm
The sight of Calder cowering in fear was enough to alleviate her anger. It was a beautiful sight. She wanted to soak up his fear for as long as she could, but that would just be cruel. Her tentacles slowly dropped back down to their flaccid state, and she sighed in annoyance.
All right, I get it. Now what I want to know, is the key to removing this.. She shook his hand one final time. Whatever this is. Do we need water? Or some kind of lubricant? Perhaps if we soak our hands in acid?
She really wanted out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 7:13 pm
Calder held his arm. "For one, stop shaking my armmm. If you think shaking my arm is going to work, - it's not. My skin's made to keep a panicking human from finding a way off me during a ride. You think doing this.." To which he shook his hand and then winced. "....is going to work?"
At the mention of water and even lubrication, he only flustered and shook both his hands, only to wince again. "...and no. No...water...or lu...any of that." He stared at their hand. "I don't think water around you is a good idea." They had their own incident around water back at the Lake.
Okay, he was done being uncomfortable around Riley. "Usually it just...goes away on it's own. Maybe if I just concentrate rrreeeaaalllllyyy hard..." He held their joined hands up and then narrowed his eyes at it, thinking very, very, VERY hard.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Calder looked up. "Anything? Does it feel looser to you?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 10:06 pm
Riley waited, rather impatiently, and tried to pull away once he asked her to. There was, of course, still a kelpie very firmly attached to her hand.
That did not work. She informed him, as though he couldn't see for herself. Perhaps if you tried a little harder. Or we can ask Christof to remove your arm from the rest of your body. That will work, too.
Being forcefully attached to Calder by the hand was putting her in a Very Bad Mood.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:30 am
Calder wasn't in a pleasant mood either, but unlike Riley, he couldn't blame her for the situation. "I DID try hard." He huffed, feeling annoyed that she would think that he was slacking or even wanted to be like this. "Remember, I didn't ask you to help me." He mumbled, and tried to focus again, but now he was just thinking of ways to tear off Riley's hand.
"Why don't you let Christof tear off your arm. He'd probably like your Parts more." The bad thing about their situation was that neither one of them were undead and couldn't just loosen some stitching and be free. Removing an arm meant he wouldn't have it, and he liked his arm.
"This isn't working." He huffed after he tried another time to concentrate and pulled on their hands to see that no progress had been made. He really wished he was stuck back on the tree instead.
"Why did you even bother helping me?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 2:05 pm
I don't know, she growled. I thought. That's what. You know. Her words stumbled as she flailed her loose arm, trying to put her thoughts together. I thought that's what I was supposed to do. I would have helped any friend. I just thought..
She hissed in frustration, and slumped. Whatever. I get it. I won't help you anymore if I see you in trouble, okay? Just.. just keep trying to pull us apart, please.
The floor looked really interesting right now.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 2:13 pm
Now it was his turn to enjoy seeing her fluster. "Friends? Don't you have about a million of those? Don't I piss you off? You wouldn't GAIN anything by being my friend, Riley. We're not friends. I can barely stand you. Hell, you can't even stand being this close to me. All we are are touching hands and we want to go back to killing each other. The only reason we're not doing that now is because.....exams I guess." He scratched the back of his head with his free hand. It seems backwards to try and go back to killing someone when you helped save them.
"I'm just being nice to you cause I don't want to upset Christof. Got it." He went back to staring at their hands, glad he could pretend to be occupied than clearly bothered. He tried again, but it just didn't seem to be working.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 2:21 pm
I GET IT. She screamed, finally looking up at him with eyes that had tinged red with blood. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOVE IT IN MY FACE EVERY TIME I SEE YOU, OKAY? YOU DON'T WANT TO BE MY FRIEND. I GET IT. Now figure out a way to get us apart, and LEAVE ME ALONE.
Was she upset? Obviously. Was she going to let it get to her? She already had. Her eyes dropped back down to the ground, and she turned to stone, unmoving until he found a way to release them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 2:32 pm
Calder leaned back when she shouted at him and though it wasn't yelling with a mouth, he still stuck a finger in his ear and shook the ringing out, or what he swore was ringing. "Okay. Okay. Fine. ........sorry." He took her wrist to the hand that was attacked to his and scooted closer to focus on their hands, but he wasn't feeling like any of this was working.
"Sorry you're stuck cause you helped me. Just thought you'd be happier not having to mess with me and then be stuck now." No one liked being stuck to someone like him. He gentle tugged on their hand, holding her by the wrist to keep it in place, but nothing budged. "I....I'll be honest with you. I don't really know how to control this. I've been trying, but..." He tested their hands again. "...I don't think it's going to work. It's why I was just standing by the tree. It just goes away after a while and I can free myself." He frowned. Riley, as class president and ever-popular as she was, probably had plans and things to do. "I'm probably holding you up from something important. I'll keep trying." He said, and frowned at their hands.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:24 pm
Would you please stop that. Riley hissed, her eyes now focused fiercely on him. All that you seem to do is either tell me you hate me, or assume I wish you were gone. I'm getting a little sick of this game.
Her hand fell, as did her expression. I've seen you get along with Christof. You enjoy yourself with Barth. Others, you seem to have smiles and joy for. What, exactly, is your Jack-damned problem with me, Calder? Do you simply need something to hate, in order to be happy? Is that all there is to it? Because sometimes, I just.. I don't get it. And it is annoys me far more than you might think these brief moments together do.
Her hand raised, with his attached. So spill it. Because neither of us are going anywhere.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:20 am
Calder set one hand on the ground to lean back a bit to sit. His rump was still sore from the field trip, but Riley was becoming a bigger pain in the a** at the moment. He didn't really want to have this talk, but maybe it was long past due to put their emotions clear as day and right out there on the table - especially since it went in a gray area ever since their exams.
"You bug me a lot, but mainly because of how you treat Christof. He is my best friend, and he puts a lot of himself in pleasing you and in return, you use him as the tool he thinks he is. Every time I see him with you, he's a tool. He's always working, setting up games or booths or does activities to please you, and you let him. I don't see you two hang out or just talk like you do with Malodore or Jericho any other time. I don't like that you support his dependence on you - and no. Don't point out Barth on this. I've seen Barth hang out with Christof a lot, more than he actually does work." This could be because the demon was against such a concept. "I also see that despite your popularity, I don't see the reason why you are so well liked. Everyone I talk to, Malodore included, has said it's because there is a side of you I don't see, but I have seen nothing so far that supports their claims. You're uptight, and a perfectionist, and I don't think you - hold that concept of living. You don't make mistakes. It's like you're putting on a show." This coming from someone who put on a show sometimes himself without no one noticing. Of course no one needed to know that.
"I remember before, when we first met, that you got upset with me for not respecting Christof's culture and being an Igor and having his own values. Instead, I though that was wrong. I still do. Yes, I understand who he is more, but I don't think using him as a tool because he wants to be used is helping him, and you help him make him feel like a tool. That's what I get upset the most about." He also looked to the side. "I also find it a bit fun. You actually seem more genuine when you get flustered and angry."
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 12:18 pm
This was exactly what Riley wanted. Calder was explaining every problem he had with her, and she was cataloguing them in her head and finding possible resolutions. Unfortunately..
There is nothing I can do about popularity. Someone has to take the front role in a community, Calder. If we do not have effective leadership, our school would rot in disarray. If it makes you hate me that people follow my lead.. then you have to search your own self for what insecurities lie beneath the surface that have you feeling this way. However.
Suddenly she shifted, her calm demeanor turning terribly awkward. Concerning. Christof. Her free hand shifted through her tentacles. I'm not saying I agree with you. I know Christof is happy with things the way they are. I just. I mean to attempt to fix this chasm between us, Calder. And if it means stepping out of my boundaries to do it, I will. So.
A deep breath, and her eyes rose, even with his. I can attempt to. Ah. 'Hang out' with Christof. Just. Hang out. Or something of that nature. Will that help?
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