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 Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:14 am
The look of disappointment was painfully obvious.
Yeah, she figured that. Rotting and bruised skin probably wouldn't hold up no matter how hard they tried. Well, at least they didn't actually end up trying! That would have been way more disappointing than discovering a sure failure in the planning stages.
"Oh...n-no, it's okay." Amrita murmured, sitting down on the bed, looking at her lap and still playing with her hair. "Maybe next time, then." Now she seemed to be talking to herself, in a disappointed but thoughtful tone. "I could do better next time."
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:17 am
Next time? Next time what? Christof's brows furrowed as he glanced up at her questioningly, but after a few moments realized he might as well continue with the notebook. In a quiet situation like this, it was the easiest way to communicate it seemed. "Next time?" he wrote, offering it out to her with the same curious look.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:39 am
Amrita wasn't looking at him and thus didn't notice his questioning glance. She did notice the notebook though, and in a rather thoughtless moment she reached out to try and take it from him, apparently intent on writing her answer. But, before she could pry it from his fingers, she realized that oh hey, she has a perfectly working voice. There was no reason for her to write! Duh.
"Umm...Y-yeah, next time..." Oooh candlejack! She couldn't think of a way out of this! Normal zombies didn't get better bodies, did they? Probably not. How was she going to explain?! For a moment her expressions shifted almost comically while she tried to find something to respond with that wasn't 'this body isn't mine but I'm stuck in it anyway'. Sadly, nothing else was coming to mind.
"C-can you keep a secret?" She asked in a very low, hush-hush sort of voice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:32 pm
Blinking in surprise, Christof nodded. He was very good at secrets, after all. He had been... engineered for it. He raised a finger and a thumb to make a motion as though 'zipping his lips'. What sort of secret could someone as sweet and quiet as little Amrita have? She certainly was no killer, nor did she seem to have any other vices among being a bit... floaty perhaps. She was certainly the easiest (Save for Mistress Riley) for him to talk to. Whatever it was that was bothering her was something she at least needed to get off her chest. Might make her feel better.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 8:57 pm
She'd never told anyone this before. The idea of someone knowing her 'terrible' secret was...frightening. Lucien had almost made her say it once, during that game of twenty questions, and that had been scary enough! Yet here she was, sitting beside him and about to offer the information on her own free will.
Once more she refused to look at him, instead staring down at her lap again, her hands still twisting and playing with that lock of hair over her shoulder. Despite his wordless promise to zip his lips, she was still having a hard time getting out her terrible secret.
"Um...T-this body...?" She murmured quietly, staring hard at the swirls on her sari. "It...it's...itsnotmineistoleit."
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:17 pm
Stole it? How could one steal a body? If it's not being used, then it was like.... finding sticks. Or pulling scraps of burlap out of the trash. Christof waited to see if there was more but.... there wasn't. Stole her body? What did that mean? He shifted, not quite sure what to do. Did he comfort her? Did he reprimand her for stealing? No, that would be hypocritical. What was one supposed to do with an upset ghoul on your bed?? He made a soft, assuring hum in his throat, gingerly reaching to pat her shoulder before motioning to the spare parts that littered his now messy room before pointing to his fresh arm. It wasn't so bad, not everyone had the ability to grow parts on their own. More importantly, if she had had a CHOICE in the matter... why on earth had she chosen a body so small and so... well, well worn and twisted. Surely there were bodies around with hands and feet that pointed the correct direction.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:29 pm
His silence shouldn't have surprised her, but he was actually mildly comforting. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, only barely catching his gestures to the parts in the room. Oh...well...yeah that made sense, he did it too! Yes! This was perfect! He stole parts too, they were in the same boat! The pat on her shoulder was fairly nice too.
"Umm...that's w-what we do we um, possess things." She continued, poking at her leg. This body of hers was just a meat suit. "But...and d-don't laugh, kay?" This clearly worried her, his laughing at her; she always did forget his mouth was stitched shut. "I...got stuck in this one." There was something lamenting to her voice; despite how proud she was at possessing something that was in this good of a condition (And what did that say about her possessing skills?), it was a terrible thing to get stuck.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:34 pm
Stuck? How awful! Christof could at least swap out a part if it went bad or started to rot or get too worn- he couldn't imagine being stuck with a decomposing body, especially one so small and weak. He supposed it suited her though, it was just a shame. He took up his notebook again, this time scribbling out quickly, "How do you unstick? Stuck forever? Could find you new body. Better body." Pushing the paper towards her he gave an affirmative nod.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 10:04 pm
She read the scribbles he offered to her, and went quiet for a moment. If this were an anime there would definitely be those 'DOOOOOOOM~' lines over her head; but, as this was halloween town, she just seemed to slump a bit in despair.
"I don't knooow..." She whined unhappily, letting go of her hair to bury her face in her hands. "I try every day! This has never happened to me before!" Her voice was oddly muffled by her reversed hands, her thumbs crossed over her nose. "I've never been stuck before! It...It's why I enrolled." Now that her secret was out she was just spewing all of them it seemed; it was nice to confide to someone about it, even if she was upset. Luckily for him though, she wasn't crying!
"This was the best one I could find that I could get into...I don't know if I can do better." Her earlier optimism seemed lost at this point.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:26 pm
Christof watched her for a moment, stiff with terror. She was crying! Or about to cry! Same difference! What on earth did you do with a crying ghoul?? Calm down, just think rationally. The answer was simple, really. Find her a new body, and then... get her into it. He shifted, biting the inside of his lip again before gingerly tapping her wrist with a soft "Hrnnnn!"
His trembling hands went to his pen and paper again, 'We could find help. Mistress might know what to do. V. smart.'
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:15 am
Startled by the wrist tap, the little Undead jumped a little bit, raising her head from her hands to stare at him. Luckily for him (yet again), she wasn't crying. Upset yes, but no tears were threatening to spill...not like they had in ChristmasTown! Gaze moving back to the paper, she stared at it, trying to make sense of the whole thing.
"Mistress? W-who is that?" Her voice was breaking, but thankfully that was the extent of it. Reversed hands also remained cupped in front of her, in the same position they had been when she lifted her head. "What's...Vee smart?" She'd never been very good with abbreviations.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:17 am
Alright, avoid shorthand. With a snort, he scribbled out the writing to rewrite more clearly, 'Mistress Riley. She knows about minds. She might know what to do.' He paused for a moment for her to catch up with his scribbling hand writing before adding, 'I trust her.'
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 1:16 am
Mistress Riley. Oh...oh he was suggesting they let another person in on her secret? JACK this had been a bad idea! Finally her seemingly frozen hands moved, once more twisting and fidgeting with them. "B-but it's not my mind that's stuck here...I'm stuck here!" It was all fine and well to know minds but she was actually physically trapped in this body! Well, as physically trapped as any possessing creature could be, anyway.
He didn't answer what 'Vee Smart' was, but at this point even Amrita seemed to forget about it too, so it worked out in the end.
"I-if she's smart...and if you trust her...then I guess...we could try?" Her voice seemed to get smaller and smaller the more she talked; it had been hard enough to confide in Christof, but now they would have to tell a complete stranger? Amrita had no idea who Riley was, and considering the stress of the ChristmasTown event it was unlikely she'd recall even seeing the purple student...as far as anyone was concerned, Riley was a big question mark.
With a heavy sigh, Amrita leaned over and rested the side of her head on the hunchback's arm, too short to reach his shoulder. "Thank you for being so nice..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 1:27 am
Christof flushed as she suddenly slumped, his heart and mind racing. He might not know the secret to bringing a patchwork body to life but... but with a body snatcher? He wouldn't need to! Amrita was nice, too- a very sweet young Ghoul, honestly. Ever since Christmas town he had found himself compelled to look out for her, like a little sister. His eyes swept to the drawer of his desk, mind slowly turning over all of his options.
He would speak to his Mistress. She would know what to do.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 1:34 am
Without a conversation to cling to, Amrita was starting to feel the drag from the exciting day. So much running, flailing, unease...and this body was so young! So young, and so rotting. These sorts of things took a heavy toll on her; it was why she slept for so long after Christmas town. The excitement had wiped her out completely. Her mind was starting to go fuzzy...
"Chris..." She started, about to tell him she was going to head back to her room. Really, she was! Just as soon as she...well, never mind. She never did finish saying his name, as her mind dropped into the darkness of unconsciousness.
Poor Christof now had a sleeping ghoul using his arm as a pillow.
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