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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:09 pm
The hunchback heard himself called, and had turned to meekly make his way back to the front of the booth, face red in patches as he joined the other students. He recognized them all from Math class, but was certainly glad they were speaking in a language he could understand. He was gripping his small chalk board to his chest like a protective talisman when Dem caught up with him, but frowned at the sight of the text.
Mistress... had... gotten into sugar again?? Oh... oh no... oh no oh no oh no he needed to find some brains and he needed to quickly. His eyes darted up to meet Damien's face, brows furrowing as he debated. Then, he turned to glance at Mitsu and Shun, the same calculating look on his face as he reached into the supplies box for one of the barbel-maces... but no. No. No students. Hell's bells, the graveyard was far too far away from here... but there were so many fresh brains walking around, visitors no one would notice...
But the school board might. Nrrrg CANDLEJACK!
Breathing deeply, he put the weight back into the box, rushing past to snag his shovel from behind the boxes, hefting it to his hunch with a look of a man on a mission.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:28 pm
Hmm, outdoors huh? If she had to choose between the two, then she'd defiantly choose outdoors since there was so much more to do there; such as swimming. Swimming was fun. Lots of fun. Loads of fun. Although before she could jump into the conversation the guy had excused himself and then showed a text message to the patchwork dude.
She raised an eye at the patchwork who was picking up some sort of mace thing. What exactly was he planning? she shrugged it off, stepping closer to take a look at the pamphlets on the table. "Hmmm....." she hummed out loud, then picked up another one since she was there, turning around to hold it out to the shun. "Want one?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:35 pm
Shun watched as the hellhound excused himself to take care of what seemed kind of urgent. The patchwork in the back seemed to get all up in arms about whatever was going on as well, though he didn't really like that calculating look he had shot in his direction. Just what was the igor thinking? The reaper narrowed his eyes as they made contact briefly.
He only relaxed a little as Christof went off to do whatever.
About to turn towards Mitsu to see how she was doing, his attention was grabbed by the water dragon with them. He glanced down at the offered pamplet, but kept his hands in his pockets.
"No," he said plainly. If he had wanted one, he would have taken one when Demi mentioned them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:38 pm
The hellhound rememberd the very strange conversation he had with a sugar rushed Riley and.... it was alarming to say the least. Alarming in the same way that if he just suddenly decided to go cold turkey from meat and become a vegetarian. It was clear that this needed to be handled carefully and the Igor had to go get the brains Jericho spoke about.
Damien really hoped Brains was code for something else that wasn't just grey matter. He watched as the Igor made a dash for the items he would need, surprised that he was going to such lengths for Riley, apparently she must be someone important to him if he was going to drop his duty to the stall.
The stall, crap. It dawned on him in an instant. The stall was still open to the passerbys and needed tending. "OH CandleflippingJack!" he cursed out with a stomp of his foot into the crate of materials in a moment of frustration. "We both can't go, the booth needs tending!"
The hound could already feel the rising of emotions trying to awaken the others in his body, as Damien took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I'll wait here for them and tend the Booth, and you can go get those items, sound like a plan?" he asked the patchwork before he could go off on a mad dash without a gameplan, considering that he had his game face on and was ready to run like a bat outta hell.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:42 pm
Christof nodded, looking about ready to bolt when he suddenly remembered something important, and the shovel was lowered. A look of anxiety worked it's way over his face and he juggled shovel and chalk-tablet and quickly squeaked away a message before holding it up for the dog boil, the writing sloppy and squished to fit on the black slate:
Mistress command I stay. In charge.
Brains loc. in Mistress's Freezer.
Door marked by message board
Demon Dorms, 1st floor
He had to stay. Mistress had commanded it. No other choice, but hopefully Damien could do what must be done.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:48 pm
((Owl is signing up for the Fitness raffle! ; <--- is this i/c or ooc?))
Owl didn't know how she even got here... Really. One minute she was in the library, and the next she was... here. Where was this? And what was fitness?
WHAT WAS THAT THING WITH THE STITCHES?
And wha--- Too many questions, so little time. Everything was new. Owl wobbled in and stood in the corner to look at the wall.
She was so confused.
Maybe somebody would notice her and show her around. SHE WAS MUCH TOO CONFUSED.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:56 pm
Although the guy had declined the offer, poke decided not to think much of it; he did seem like a rather brooding kind of guy, sos he just shrugged. "suit yourself".
Meanwhile the two in front of her seemed to be panicking now, especially the dog guy who was worried about the booth. "Um...if it's really that urgent guys..I'm sure we could wait just a few moments while you go take care of whatever it is?" she said to them as they talked amongst themselves. There was only the three of them at the moment, and she didn't mind waiting for them as she looked through the pamphlet some more.
That was until someone suddenly...popped out of no were. She blinked, looking at the person who's arms were freaking HUGE! She looked a little disorientated as well. "....hey....umm...?" she said to the newcomer
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:01 pm
"Hello. I are Owl. Are you what?" she said politely to the girl.
She looked her up and down and leaned towards the girl, squinting. "Why am I in the corner?"
IT WAS A MYSTERY.
... neutral Owl had forgotten why she was in the corner.
Really.
Did she even have a reason? No.
"Where am I go?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:12 pm
The occasional scratches of what could only be described as nails on a chalkboard assaulted the Hounds ears, his ears flopped down to hide away from the sound till it ceased to his appreciation. he gave it a quick read, letting the idea sink into his head. "You mean you want me to go get in and get it eh? he said slowly, keeping eye contact with the boil to make sure he understands the gravity of the situation. "All right" he said after a moment, reinforcing his resolve before he took that first step. "you can stay here and hold down the fort, Ill go get it. Its time to do some breaking and entering!" he told the patchwork before rushing off to gather the brains. ((Exiting The ORP to enter a SOLO; Double - O Bow Wow))
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:16 pm
The hunchback wobbled, clutching the chalkboard ad he watched the hound rush off. Hopefully... there would be no breaking of anything. Oh, Hell's Bells. But... but he was serving Mistress and she would need brains or... well, when the sugar wore off there were far too many potential victims trotting around from booth to booth...
Yes, he would be prepared. Delegation. It's what Booth Masters did. The concept made his head ache, and he turned slowly to spy the growing cluster of students and visitors. He'd... have to keep... helping. He swallowed, timidly approaching the group with a pale expression while quickly wiping the slate clean with his sleeve.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:37 pm
Owl looked at the patchwork boy. He seemed... Nervous.
She put her hand up, right to the sky, as if to say hello.
"Are you name?" she asked him, arm still in the air. And it would stay there until he replied.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:52 pm
The hunchback stiffened, wide-eyed at the sudden clawed hairy arm up in the air, glancing to the other near-strangers for help before pursing his stitched lips and once again squeaking out his chalk-board response before flipping it.
Hello
My name is Christof
I am tending to the booth.
Do you like fitness?
He made sure to hold it up in such a way that anyone who might have liked to read it could see it. And then he made sure to hold it the right way up.
He was doing a Good Job of it, right? Right. He was even being social.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:58 pm
There were some words on his board.
From what Owl could read, it said:
"Hello
Name
I am to the
Do you like?"
Owl looked at it some more
but she could not understand. At least her computer at home had a reading out option. OMG. Maybe this thing did too? Owl hit the board in many places, looking for the button.
It wasn't there. She squinted at the boil. She had to reply, though. And she had to be smart about it.
"Hello. Name Owl. I like to doing things!"
Good job, Owl!
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 12:11 am
The Igor wobbled, brows knitting and smile fading. Er... what? Oh god... he almost wished that chatty girl was back. When would Damien return?? Maybe Malodore would stop by to check on them? Hell, even Calder would have been helpful, although he was certain if he stepped one hoof into the tent Riley would smell him and come running...
He swallowed thickly, glancing to the others with a petrified expression, still holding up his sign.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 1:12 am
The boil seemed confused. Owl nodded to the boil and the girl as she wandered off.
Owl didn't really know what fitness was, anyway.
((exit to desu booth!))
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