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 Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 11:42 pm
The corner of her lips twitched when the room was suddenly filled with thunderous snoring. Tarot briefly turned toward Westhor before sighing and looking back at the boil’s paper. She seemed slightly startled when the boil spoke to her. “Ah, sorry! I was just wondering if you needed help with your paper, like getting ideas on what to write or something.”
But then she heard her brother call out her name. Arcana took precedence over everything. Everything. She smiled apologetically at Jinhai. “I’m sorry. Please excuse me for a moment.” She turned around in her seat and found her twin holding onto Selene. Awww that was cute (although the QQ look in his eyes were not cute). Tarot knelt next to Selene and nudged her gently. “Selene?” She looked over at Westhor. It was a guess, but his snoring probably had something to do with it. She stood up and also nudged him. “Excuse me, could you quiet down a bit?”
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 11:56 pm
He had opened his mouth, intending to form a proper response, but before he could the ghoul was gone, and he was left sitting there, a sentence half formed in his throat, his paper still lying unfinished on his desk.
Jinhai closed his mouth.
And then wondered why he was in this class again and went back to scribbling away at his paper.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:03 am
"OH JACK WHAT I'M CHILL! CHILL. Chill... Chill... So chill..." He looked at Tarot with a dazed expression, like he did not realize that he had been dozing - he really didn't - and then nodded, "Oh. Sorry about that, sister," His gaze moved to look at Arcana, "Bro."
He yawned, looking at Selene, still a little dazed from being woken up so suddenly, "Might want to wake her up too, bro, even if I appreciate her chillness in class, yeah? We chill now?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:05 am
In her own happy place, she was curled up with a good book, on a gloomy day, with her teddy bear in her arms and nobody for miles, and miles, and miles..
A little smile painted along her lips before she finally started coming to, and opened her eyes. She looked up at Arcana, who was holding her, but looking out at his sister. It gave her the perfect chance to have a panic attack.
And that is just what she did.
Heaving with quickened breaths, her entire face blushed a bright red, and she looked over at Moira, giving her the most pathetic helpmehelpmehelpme eyes she could muster, as her hands flailed slightly in front of her.
"Ahhh..errr.. I.. uhhh.. I.."
Words. What were they again?
The sound of Westhor SCREAMING startled her, and before she realized what she was doing, she clutched at Arcana, holding him just like her teddy bear-
Oh Jack what was even happening.
She released him almost instantly and tried to squirm out of his arms, so she could go crawl in a hole and die.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:13 am
Tarot leaned back, away from Westhor. She smiled at him.. "No worries. We're chill."
Except when she turned to wake up Selene she found the ghoul already up and clutching to her brother. 'v' She smiled and crossed her arm, one hand on her cheek as she shook her head.
Yeah. She shipped this.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:18 am
Arcana wished Selene was in her happy place. He agreed that a book and a dull gloom in the sky was a relaxing if not less stressful and SAFE way to spend a day. Totally normal.
What was not normal was that she was being currently cradled in his arms and that the booming idiot that was Westhor was screaming in his thunderous voice about being chill.
Who could be chill while thunder clapped in the small room.
He looked down at the snake ghoul, watching her eyes gently flutter open at his sister's urgings and smiled shyly at her. "Okay! Your all right. It's okay Selene-" Again the the thunder boomed and Arcana equally clutched Selene back, squeezing his eyes shut because good jack, thunder was scary.
He didn't even open them to see her squirming, only holding on tighter. "Don't...Don't leave me here Selene." His voice cracked only a little holding her tight before realizing that she was trying to get away, Eyes snapped open then as his blush exploded on his face as well "Ah...So...sorry Selene!" His hands gently released her and he moved back....personal bubble! they needed space! Boils did not just...just...hold ghouls after all.
He caught his sister staring and still gave her the:
QQ..........
ALL OF THE QQing.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:25 am
"Don't...Don't leave me here Selene."
Selene froze in mid-squirm, and decided this was as good a place to die as any.
When she was plopped down on her chair, she sat there motionless, the black braids falling down to cover her beet red face, and waited for dissipation. When, after several seconds, it didn't come, she finally squeaked out a very quiet, mouselike sound.
"Ssssssss'okay..."
She turned around in her chair, and pushed it as close up to the table as possible, before pulling his book up in front of her, and hunching down in front of it.
She had no idea which question he needed help with.
She didn't ask.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:28 am
"Chill, and make love, my friends."
Hey, they've been classmates for three years now. He can ship too.
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Bilious rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:48 am
While antics unfolded in the hushed classroom, Norvie stared down at his mock-exam with a look of utmost concentration. These were important matters. From theories came important discoveries, after all, and it was only through study could you discover what questions, what combination had not been explored. His bright eyes narrowed behind his glasses, his pointed ears and partially-burnt-off whiskers twitched. The question on the paper asked boldly:
If Human A is an ablutophobic and human B is an emetophobic, the best course of action would be:
A: A FEAR attack that would involve shoving one or both parties down the stairs
B: A FEAR attack that would involve causing an illusion of exasperating Human A becoming gangrenous causing a vomiting chain reaction
C: A FEAR attack that would involve dropping darkness on both subjects
Norvie frowned down at the paper, frantically trying to remember what the Jack an ablutophobic and an emetophobic where, and decided, instead, to slump at his desk and watch as Moira giggled amongst her friends. He sighed softly, leaning on his hand as he watched that delightful head-parasite of her's scurry, smiling gently before doodling robots ripping off the heads of humans all over the test-sheet instead, complete with a little stick-figure him and a stick-figure her surrounded by hearts and remote controls.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 2:07 am
Tests were boring, and to Desidero, rather ineffective. Congrats, you could make marks on a paper. You deserved a gold star. No! Two gold stars, for managing to make a mark and having it be legible! Brilliant work! Pat yourself on the back boils and ghouls for a test well done. But when given the choice of having his fangs kicked in or trying to heal someone? Hahaha, nope. The vampire would take the test. Why?
Fighting was a brute's job, and he was sorely lacking in that department. His strength was in the mind, a much sexier muscle in many ways. And healing? Really? After they had tried the 'work on your partner', Dis had been told that no, touching your partner on the butt or boob was not acceptable, and no, sitting in his lap was not required, nor, was letting him lick their open wounds.
It wasn't his fault so many of his classmates were delicious. And sexy. Mmhmm.
Watching as miss crabs and miss snake fly their little paper airplanes were boring. B-o-ring~ But who wasn't Boring? Jinhai. Oh so seriously huffy Jinhai. Sitting behind him, the vampire grinned, fangs white and ready for a bite that would never happen. It wasn't teasing time yet. There were more things at hand then just stuffy scales.
Snooze master was amusing though. If anything, he would be good cover for saying ~certain~ things. This plan ended when he woke and the ghouls were grabbing boils. He liked where this was going. "Oh making love? I think you could do without the love and just work it out with the basics."
A finger went to the back of Jinhai's neck a light touch going down before pulling away. "I bet even Jinhai here could use a nice time."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:43 am
And lo, the book did speak.
"Everybody ssssssssssstop talking about making.. making.."
And lo, the book did cry.
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:48 am
Murdoch glanced around the the class and then returned his gaze the exam on his desk. It was typical that the more open a class was to all students, the less they'd actually bother to teach any of them. Cold, dark lips compressed briefly, and then the zombie took a deep, entirely unnecessary breath, and tried to focus on the paper. This was almost over. Just a week more and then...
Then what?
The words swam on the page, minipets? Like he cared about minipets. Greenish yellow eyes drifted back to the other students and for a moment, Murdoch considered asking one of them but...they were all busy playing. He couldn't find himself to be irritated at the light-hearted antics, but neither was it in him to join in. A few he would talk to later, but for now the zombie was content to simply tip his head back, close his eyes, and let the chatter shift into white noise.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 7:27 am
A large blonde reaper cowboil sat in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and kicking his feet up in the empty chair next to him. He had a heavy looking axe acoustic guitar resting on his lap as he played it softly. Sure he would usually get in trouble for playing in class, but that indicated there was a teacher in the room to do it. The big male wore a black dress shirt with a fancy embroider design over the shoulder, and tough looking black jeans that went over the top of his boots. The only thing that seemed a bit strange was a single diamond stud in his left ear. His name was Dallas, but he'd been called "Tex" for as long as anyone could remember. He wasn't paying much attention to the rest of the class at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:29 am
Arcana's face blew up in a blush and he turned a evil...evil glare at Westhor.
"Can...you not talk about those things Westhor." He was using his sister though as a shield (flailing his arms in the back obviously), making sure to talk behind her rather then facing it himself. Dis got a look too and then back to Selene.
"Se...Selene." he flushed again, "The....Can you help me with the....problem and then I'll be out of your hair." He just wanted help with the problem, just wanted help with the problem...
No making love. neutral
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:02 am
Sin was quite happily nestled at the back of the study class, nose in a book. He was trying fairly hard to tune out the various discussions that sprung up around him and would occasionally put it down to give people haughty dissaproving glances. The boil with the guitar got an especially disdainful glare, they were all about to graduate, go out into the world and be expected to do great things, and here they were, slouching and slacking around in their study class.
He drummed his claws on the table as he felt like he'd read the same paragraph about seven times and cursed his inability to focus. Other students around always set him on edge and distracted him. Despite his best efforts to convince himself to the contrary they were interesting.
He rolled his eyes, sweeping impeccably groomed hair out of his field of vision and rearranged his wings, he'd probably be better doing his work back in his room where there weren't so many attractive people around to tempt him towards practising the more schmoozing related skills he'd require post-graduation.
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