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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:26 am
"That's no way to get in the spirit of things!" Jerry huffed down the hall, clearly pleased to be pulled under Bix's arm before bellowing out in sleepy glee, "Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel! I made it out of claaaay~!" He must have still been dreaming.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:11 am
The sound of a weapon firing was enough to snap Before out of his stupor and have him diving onto the floor, with Vanna instinctively summoned to act as a make-shift shield of sorts. "OH GOD WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" he wailed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:07 am
Though Before might have managed to make some impressive ruckus, especially around his sleeping - or sleepy - neighbours - the noise was, however, also drowned out by the intervals of jingling bells. In fact, it kind of sounded like Julie was jangling the bells, Bix was singing God Knows What as Jerry and Before both joined along in their (remixed) renditions. Several alley cats yowling would have been the preferred torture for many others.
The troupe headed along until they reached the next set of doors, Julie not bothering to tap, but simply, rapping her bells against each door as they jangled noisily in return, in fact several of them. It was probably now, 6:20 in the morning.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:20 am
Cass only fired one more shot when Jerry chimed in at the end, visibly pissed even as the group made their retreat. She swooned in the doorway once her rage-wake was over, Nicodemus unsummoning himself as she leaned against the door frame...
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And almost fell back sleep. But it seemed the ringing was going to continue in it's hellish fashion. She hated this horrible ruckus. Why did Julie think this was a good idea? She actually stormed out after them and kicked Bix in the back of his Santa-claus legs, swearing the entire time before she attempted to take that evil bell from Julie.
"JULIE, IT IS SIX IN THE ******** GOD DAMN MORNING, GIVE ME THAT ******** BELL OR I'M GOING TO BURN YOUR ******** CHRISTMAS TO THE GROUND." she hissed. No, she was not going to bed like this.
She was going to make it an early morning catfight of rage.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:37 am
Like most Hunters, well, senior Hunters, Julie had skills honed from years of practice avoiding certain Division Leaders, and well, putting up with much worse temper tantrums. She sidestepped Cass's early morning rage, locked the trainee in her other arm, and pushed the unfortunate girl along with her the entire bell-jangling, singing way.
And every single time the trainee even considered snapping at Julie with her free arm, the set of jangling bells would unfortunately be in the way tapping the trainee's hand as if to say "no-no, tsk tsk", though it created an odd and catchy rhythm, to those not standing within its immediate vicinity: it was a miracle if Cass was not deaf after this ordeal.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:48 am
Whether it was the state of delirium sleep provided or her greater desire to listen to Rita's old holiday records- the sounds which were just outside of her room pulled the ends of her lips into a smile. She slid out of her bed and into clothes as quickly as was possible, forgetting to reach for her coat before exiting the room.
Suddenly the sing-song melody she thought she heard was gone. In its place? Jerry and Bix, and a cry that made mentioning of death.. and bells. Lots of bells.
"Wha-?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:37 am
Robert hadn't been woken up by the rap on the door. No, he'd been woken up by the warning shot. There was a war going on out here, and when he opened his door, yawning big like a lion, he rested his messy bed-head on the doorframe and tried to open slit eyes to look outside.
Then he slid down the doorframe.. and fell back asleep right there.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:49 am
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Cass did not like the position she was now in. The position of trapped by Julie who was apparently immune to rabid trainee assault, still trying to grab those evil, horrible, nasty bells with her free hand, even with the 'tsk tsk' tapping. But that might have been better off for everybody else as she was dragged away from her room.
Too bad she hadn't considered closing the door before she was herded away for prolonged ringing torture.
Though burning own Julie's Christmas was still a plan with her current suffering. Oh yes it was.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:17 pm
Hearing a knock on the door, Kat lifted her head to peer at the door. What the hell was this? Some sort of prank or something? Just who the hell was out there?--at 6am in the bloody morning!? The sound of bells and singing was not welcomed at this ungodly hour!
Groaning, Kat planted her face into her pillows, pulling another over her head to drown out the sound. Okay..she loved Christmas..but this was ridiculous! They could at least do this at a more reasonable hour! Hell--she would probably actually enjoy it if they had! But not right now!
Thankfully, they began to leave soon after. Pulling the pillow off her head, she glared at the door, wishing she at least knew who it was, so that she may hit them later for waking her.
(( late post, sorry 8'D;; ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:20 pm
Aleister heard the jingles.... he heard them all the way down the hall. He'd been trying to ignore it, head under the Pillow. With his arms trying to cover his ears to try and drowned out any noise. Then there was a shot.
<What in Bloody Jack's name is going on out there!? It sounds like they're all drunk on Cider.>
"They better be drunk..." Aleister muttered as the knocking came to his door and the sounds were even louder, he dragged himself from the bed and with Pookie in hand he opened it. <Can I strangle someone if they're not?>
<I wouldn't mind it. After all.... I was having a nice dream about Sally....>
<Who....... ugh never mind> The never mind came after Aleister had opened the door and was staring at Santa and Julie and.... Jerry all caroling. "I don't remember this being on today's schedule..." He was staring at them looking a bit grumpy that he'd been woken from his sleep. His arms were crossed, <I hope I don't have to sing along to get them to go away>. He also noticed Cass didn't look happy, as she was dragged around by Julie. He couldn't blame her, was she the one that fired the warning shot?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:51 pm
(I apologize in advance for typos or the likes - this is an iPad post ;;; )
Petra was not far behind her large, sleepy fiancé, looking just about as worst for wear. Hair tousled from sleep, she peered out into the hall with a groggy, mildly bewildered look, her normally flat expression apparently not an entirely natural occurrence. Slowly, the moon hunter in training gave the procession a slow blink, tilting her head a little to one side. She didn't bother glancing down at Robert, instead just placing one deceptively gentle, albeit sleepy, hand on his head.
"What's going on?" she murmured, her voice calm, if not a bit confused and rough from sleep.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 2:20 pm
The bells. The singing. It had grown louder, intruding on the trainee's sleep. She had done her best to ignore it, but the warning shot had gotten her attention.
And then the bells were at her door.
Sherry rolled out of bed, not wanting to open the door and let in whatever hell this holiday had unleashed upon the trainee hallway, but something in her sleepy head thought things might actually be serious out there. She had to check.
The sight that greeted her did not scream of danger. It sounded very much like Christmas had decided to assault -- Sherry couldn't even make a proper comparison. Costumes, bells, singing...it was some horrific caroling group at 6:20 in the damn morning. The look on Sherry's face was not a pleasant one.
Armagnac chimed in.
Sherry didn't say anything. Slowly, she closed her door and turned back to her bed. She had another 10 minutes before she needed to get up. Maybe they'd all be gone by then.
wtf was with this island and Christmas?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 4:40 pm
Bix took the kick like a champ - if champ meant that he completely buckled when Cass's foot made contact with the back of his knee. He was thoughtful enough not to drag down Jerry with him and his impact was much easier due to the giant pillow stuffed in his belly. By the time he popped back up, his beard was askew and he was still a bit red in the face.
"Silver Beeeelllllls.." He jogged back up and pointed at Cass, making sure she could see him with his tongue sticking out, "It's Christmas time on the ISLLLAAAANNND.. Ding a ling.. HERE THEM RIIIIIING. SOON IT WILL BE CHRISTMAS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
He kept comically pulling up the giant pants over and over again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:03 pm
He nearly jumped when Cass fired the warning shot. Nervously, Wilson closed his door a bit, but still left it open so he could continue peeking out into the hallway. He watched Ryan fling a pillow at Bix, but the sun trainee appeared unfazed. Well, if he was unfazed by the shot then of course the pillow wouldn’t surprise him. To his horror, a couple other trainees decided to join Julie and Bix in their caroling adventure. The color drained from Wilson’s face as the caroling grew louder and more wretched.
Wilson could only shake his head as Julie pulled Cass along with the group. At least they were starting to leave. “Cass, I’ll pray for you.” He actually seemed dead serious about it when he shut his door and flopped back to bed. Ughhhhh.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:27 pm
Eva was up early--she usually got up around 6am to train anyways--so she was fortunately one of the few who had not become a victim to a rude awakening. She chuckled as she thought she heard some familiar voices among the noise outside, though judging by the grumbling, Chara was not nearly as amused as she was. Pulling her door open, the girl leaned against her doorframe and pressed her hands over her ears.
"My, my, what's going on out here?" She asked aloud, grinning with amusement. How fun, Christmas celebrations! Very noisy Christmas celebrations, but she felt that familiar flutter of excitement at the thought of the holiday.
Though not everyone seemed so happy at the group parading down the hall. Aww, where was your Christmas spirit, guys? Still in bed, probably. Came Chara's dry response.
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