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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 7:47 am
Friday afternoon. Target: Date Night.
Draconia stepped inside of the Looking Glass and shivered. The weather outside was windy and cold, a true Decembrrr day. Being slightly cold-blooded, it chilled Draconia right to her ruby heart. A twitch of her wings sent snow fluttering down onto the 'BEWARE YE WHO ENTRE HERE" welcome mat.
"Drake? Is that you?" Draconia's syster, Wyvernia tilted her head up from her iCrypt pad and adjusted her glasses.
"Yes, it's me, Wyvvie." Draconia replied, fanging up her coat. "Brrr...it's blustery out there!"
"That's why I'm over here." Wyvernia pointed at the crackling fire in the fireplace down in the reading nook. Their uncle, whom they affectionately called Uncle Wocky, had no problems with his store patrons picking up a volume and giving it a test read before buying at the Looking Glass.
The only thing he warned was that sometimes a good book could take you to faraway lands....and a bad book might conspire to keep you there.
"So! Chinese, tonight? Dusky and Moana are clearing the back wall for a poetry slam tonight, so we'll have to eat before other monsters start coming in." Wvyernia reminded her sister. Draconia stopped and blushed.
"Actually, I...er...sort of...have a date tonight." She stammered. Wyvernia raised an eyebrow in surprise, and then a smile slowly creeped across her face.
"A date? You do? Draconia! And here you were, going on to mum and dad at Fangsgiving about how you were so happy not dating anyone!"
"It's not like that!" Draconia protested. "I mean...it IS a date, but it's not serious or anything. It's basically fanging out with friends."
"Who is it?" Wyvernia asked. "Somemonster I know?"
"I don't think so...his name is Lin. He's a gremlin."
"A gremlin?! Be scareful you don't lose him! Or accidentally pack him away in your purse!" Wyvernia's eyes sparkled a bit as she winked with her teasing. Draconia gave one giggle.
"He's very nice and besides, we're going to be double dating with Glen and Chase. Nothing can go wrong."
"You say that now, but we'll see what you say when you get back from your date with a gremlin." Wvyernia pinched Draconia's cheek a little bit and then put away her iCrypt. "I'd better go see if Dusky and Moana need any help. I'm going to be watching the poetry slam tonight. Maybe somemonster will be uhh-mazing enough to do a news story on!"
"Maybe." Draconia nodded as her sister lurked off to the back. She looked at the clock and nearly jumped out of her boots.
"Bloody bats! Is it that late already? I have to get changed! I can't possibly go out on date night dressed like THIS!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 8:33 am
An hour later...
Draconia stepped out of her room dressed smartly in a lovely short evergreen crushed-velvet minidress with long black sleeves. She offset that with a pair of leggings with a frighteningly fresh purple and white checker pattern, and topped off the ensemble with her favourite pair of black scary jane heels, with a fangtastic castle pattern pressed into the leather.
She'd done her hair up in long, loose curls all swept to one side and held back with a black velvet ribbon. Draconia paused for a moment in front of the hallway mirror and checked her makeup.
"I do believe I may be ready!" She told her reflection, reassuringly. This was her first actual, official date since the amicable breakup with Manny Taur. If she let herself get too nervous about it, she wouldn't be able to enjoy it one jot. With a twist of a heel and a quick flounce of her dress, she walked down the stairs from the flat where she and her sister dwelled into the bookstore below.
"Oh, my!" Draconia gasped. She hadn't thought she was upstairs THAT long, but in that time, Luna "Dusky" Duskwing and Moana Dedmeat, the two bookstore clerks, had transformed the entire left wing of the bookstore into a dead ringer for a poetry cafe. Tables were lit by little flickering candles perched atop chick black skulls. One wall was left open, with a microphone standing in front of it and a few instruments were waiting off to the side.
Wyvernia was busy stocking up the coffee corner with cream and sugar while Dusky and Moana put the finishing touches on stylishly draping spiderweb curtains to make a mock entryway from the rest of the bookstore into the 'Poetry Scorner,' as the banner above the curtains read.
"What an utterly groovy job!" Draconia gushed. "This is such a brilliant idea!"
"Thanks!" Wyvernia grinned. "I based it off of one that I saw in New Goreleans the last time I was down there reporting on the flooding of the Mississ-icki river. I think making the Poetry Scorner a monthly event will attract some business that might not normally come to the Looking Glass."
"Maybe I can convince my group to come by here after dinner." Draconia mused. "I wonder if poetry is Lin's thing..."
"Don't worry about it!" Wyvernia assured Draconia, handing her a hot tea in a to-go cup. "Just enjoy your date."
"Thank you!" Draconia blushed a little bit. "I will! See you later!"
"Bye!" Wvyernia waved.
"You're going already? I'm just starting to feel awake!" Dusky gave Draconia a nod.
"Uuhhhggghh." Moana intoned cautiously at Draconia. Draconia nodded gratefully.
"I will, Moana, don't worry! Goodbye!" She promised the matronly zombie before hopping out the door and making a bee-line for the Maul to join Glen, Chase and Lin for their double date.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 7:19 am
Time has a way of passing quickly in the shadow world, and as the day slipped by and dusk started to fall over the town, the door to the Looking Glass's broom closet swung ope with a flourish...
"We're he-!" "Shad" had started to say when the momentum of the door caused it to swing right back and latch itself closed in the faces of both himself as well as that of his guest and beast fiend, Lillith Van Helscream.
"Well, so much for our most ginchiest of entrances..."
"Yes, well. Can you at least do a lady the decency of getting hr out of the closet?"
"Coolsville, Lil. No need to blow your jets. I'll get us out of here."
The knob to the closet door rattled.
"Um..."
"Can I blow my jets now?"
From the outside, Draconia's sister Wyvernia approached the closet door with a smile, having overheard the commotion within. She was witness to more than one of the sack boos "wrong turns" so it didn't take th deducing of a hexpert reporter such as herself to know just who their latest guest would be. She pulled the door open and Shad's eyes widened behind his dark shades...
"Eep!"
And Shad promptly hid as best he could behind the mop. Oh yes! He remembered Draconia's sister as well! Lillith looked at her 'beasty', then at Wyvernia who just rolled her eyes with a smile. She reached in and cupped Shad's arm, pulling him out with an audible yelp.
"Come on out, you two." Wyvernia said as Lillith carefully followed. "Drake said to expect you as one of the speakers so I knew to keep an eye out for the closet. Never knew a sackman that knew how to use a front door."
Shad sheepishly brushed off his sweater while Lillith straightened her leopard print sweater before the two had a look around at the area that had been completely transformed.
"Whoaa! Total wigsville!" Shad nodded as he had a look at the few guests and speakers who had already arrived. "Check out the groovy hipsters planning their souls for the baring."
The poetry slam had seemed to attract a fair few monsters, both boos and ghouls, mansters and womoan. There was a tar beast burbling in the corner ... a rusalki seemed to be hovering over her chair as she swayed to the unheard boosic... wait, was that Nero over in the corner?
"Lovely." Lillith sighed. "The only normie, again." She put on her haughtiest air and took Shad's arm as they walked over to the poetry corner to begin preparing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 9:12 pm
Clutching a small notebook to her chest, Marceline slipped into The Looking Glass, trying her hardest not to draw attention to herself. She began to feel eyes boring into her, and whispers floating around her head... perhaps it was in her imagination, but thanks to Spectra, everyone knew her personal business. Finding an empty table against the side wall, she sat down and quickly scanned the room... Nobody she really knew was there, at least not well enough to strike up a conversation. For the first time since coming to Monster High, Marceline felt the tendrils of social fangxiety wrapping themselves around her and gripping tight.
Twice, she eyed the doorway, considering for a moment to just give up and go back to her doomitory. She flipped through her notebook... sometimes when the mood struck her, she was able to scrawl down a decent bit of poetry, though she was never quite good at rhyming; she wondered if any of them were worth sharing, but ultimately felt uncomfortable about the whole ordeal. Another scan of the room and her eyes began picking out something new... mirrors. A few decorative ones peppered the walls, along with a large, bulging security mirror looming in the corner above the bookstore... A pretty werewolf ghoul touching up her lipstick in a compact... She half-convinced herself she saw a glint of red flash in one, and fumbled through her bag to find her iCoffin. No new messages; it would seem Rory had given up on contacting her. Marceline began tapping out a message...
To: Rorrim Bludworth
Hi.
... before promptly erasing it and starting a new one...
To: Rorrim Bludworth
Listen, I'm sorry I
And repeating the cycle a few more times, she finally gave up and threw her phone back into her bag. How do monsters fix these sort of things, she wondered in exasperation just as the microphone shrieked feedback through the bookstore.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 3:27 pm
The mood had been set hexpertly by Wyvernia, Luna and Moana, meaning there was very little light in the Looking Glass, save for the candles on each table and the dragon flame lamps that floated magically in the corners and near the makeshift stage.
All eyes turned to the werewolf that stood against the far wall, between two full length mirrors and behind the house microphone set up by the Looking Glass employeeks. Clad in a complete black ensemble befitting the unlifestyle of the beatnik, a stark contrast to the snow white fur of the young werewolf manster, he was illuminated by the trio of flashfrights positioned just so."Scoodly wow wow!" Igor Gutler whispered into the microphone, and was greeted by scattered applause by the newcomers, and the snapping of fingers by those in the know at these type of gatherings. "The most groovy of greetings brother werecats and sister werekittens! We are here tonight to listen and love, to the emotional soul train ride that is our inner turmoil."More snapping f fingers and a little less in the non-traditional clapping of hands.
"Now be prepared to focus your audio because those with the fire have given from their souls, their SOULS, to enlighten us this evening. And to make this time with each other truly a gas, the most ginchiest of dragon chicks is here with us tonight, the most fangulous Wyvernia St. George!"*snap* *snap* *snap* as Wyvernia watched politely from her chair."Now, the first of our hexpose' who will bare their soul, a real mazda to one and all, Mandy Kore."The snaps of many a fingers are heard as the manticore teen steps up onto the stage and the first of many readings this evening.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 2:34 pm
Marceline's bony fingers clicked and clacked strangely as she attempted to snap along with the rest of the cafe... And then, suddenly feeling like monsters were staring again (they weren't) She hastily hid her hands in her lap. As she listened along to the manticore speaking on stage, she felt her seat rumble with great urgency... Her cOffin was buzzing away in her purse, hanging from the side of the chair, as message after message poured in.
She glanced around the room, wondering if it were impolite to be on one's phone during this time, but surreptitiously pulled it from her bag and rested it in her lap. Atomica had hexted her several times, regarding Woestock and getting the band back together for it. She bit her lip; her aggoredion had been sitting in the corner of her doomitory collecting dust since Tombcoming, and strangely she felt unable to even think about it for the past few days... it made her think too much of Rory, and how they bonded over their shared love of They Definitely Are Giants..but, Marceline had played for years; she thought to herself, there was no sense letting a boo get between her and her screams. She began tapping out a reply to Atomica...
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 4:30 pm
*snap* *snap* *snap*
The sounds of snapping fingers reverberated around the Looking Glass as Mandy Core had finished her salacious slam poem about her soul cascading down into a fiery pit of every lasting torment -- thanks to the commercialization of the monster howlidays that they were now spellabrating."Like waaaaaay fangulous!" Igor said at the microphone, casting his hidden gaze around the room. "Grimy Grimmas is surely to be a classic to be remembered.""SNORT!""Now..." Igor started to look about the LG, searching for the one whose fire called out to him. The one who was surely the next to bare their souls to him and all the rest of these ghoul werecats. The one who...
*click* *click* *click*"Ahhhh!" Igor sighed in content as he approached where Marceline was hexting and held his clawed paw out toward her."Sister of the soul! You're obviously working feverishly to be as one of us! Come onto this stage, right here and right now, and share with us!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 11:06 pm
Marceline looked up at the werewolf, eyes wide with terror.
"Oh, I... no, I couldn't--" She began to protest.
"Nonsense! You clearly have something you need to pour out to the world! Come, share it with us!"
He pulled Marceline to her feet as a murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. Before she knew it, she stood on the makeshift stage in front of the microphone. All eyes really were on here now... And so she stood...
... and stood... staring at every face, frozen in terror.
A random manster in the back of the cafe coughed, jolting her back to reality. Every bone in her body wanted to fly off that stage and back to her doomitory; but she couldn't hide there forever. She opened her notebook to a random entry and cleared her throat.
"I, uhm... I act'ally wrote this yest'day..." She trembled. "It's, um... It doesn't really have a title, but I s'pose if it did, it'd be called... 'Scareless Whisper'... Okay, here goes..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 10:07 am
In Mirrorverse, the mostly-empty dimension on the other side of the reflection of every mirror, Rory Bludworth kicked his feet idly in the air. He was laying on his bed upside-down so that the top of his head was resting flat on the carpeted ground.
All the blood was rushing to his head, making his cracked cheeks flush a bit. He was lost deep in thought.
And also boredom. Lots of boredom.
According to the mirrored clock on his wall, it was 93:7, well after the time that the concert he was SUPPOSED to be taking Marceline to had started. Rory hoped that Dashner and Peggy were having fun watching Johnathan Bolt-on play all of his quirky hits, like "Code King Kong" and "Not-really-so-Creepy Doll." It was such a small concert it had been a miracle Rory had managed to get tickets in the first place.
If one good thing had come out of this entire, dramatic, awful breakup, Rory mused, at least it got Dashner out of going on a date at a live volcano.
Yeah, that's right, Rory thought to himself. He had saved Dashner's un-life, practically, with his selfless, sacrificial act of giving up those tickets. In fact...from a point of view...Rory was kind of the hero in all of this. The long-suffering, dramatic, blameless hero.
Yeah, that's fright! If he thought about it long enough, the whole breakup was Marceline's fault, after all. SHE had broken up with HIM. SHE hadn't given him a chance to hexplain himself! SHE had jumped to conclusions and committed a violent act towards him with a cupcake! It was probably better for him that they were broken up! Who knows what she'd have done if she'd have gotten her hands on a bundt cake! Or some pudding!!!! UNMITIGATED DESTRUCTION, probably!
"HEY! CRACKY!" Rory was interrupted from his Ror-splaining session with himself by the sound of Hagetha barking at him from the doorway to his room. The noise startled him so much that he lunged forward, tumbling off his bed and doing a full sommersault on the floor.
"Yipe!" Rory flailed, putting himself upright. All that time hanging upside-down made him dizzy. He looked woozily over at his mother's prisoner/assistant. "Don't you ever knock before you come in?! I could have been busy with...homework or something!"
"Fine, then I WON'T bother showing you the Most Hilarious Thing Ever." Hagetha rolled her yellowed eyes and went back to sweeping the hallway. "Even though you'd agree how Completely Hilarious it is!"
Rory shook his head a bit to clear it and quickly checked his scalp to make sure his tumble hadn't resulted in any additional cracks.
"Fine, what's so darn funny?" He asked. Hagetha cackled.
"Your skinny-twig ex-ghoulfriend is giving a poetry slam reading!" Hagetha managed to squeeze out between shrieking cackles. "I'm pretty sure it's all about YOU!"
"WHAT?!" Rory nearly jumped out of his socks. "Where?!"
Hagetha jutted a black-clawed thumb, pointing at one of the many mirrors that lined the hallway of the mansion that floated in the empty expanse of Mirrorverse. Each mirror represented the back side of a mirror in the real world, providing a peephole into reality from the mirror dimension.
Rory poked his head in front of the one Hagetha had been pointing at. From his view, he was looking at Marceline's left back as she stood on some sort of makeshift stage. A large crowd of monsters were seated at small tables, illuminated by flickering candle-light.
"I thought this mirror led to the Looking Glass bookstore." Rory wondered. Hagetha shrugged and shushed him.
"Just listen! She's been going on for like five minutes like this!" Hagetha hissed.
"Howl, my heart!" Rory thought he heard Marceline shout out, awkwardly flailing one arm as she read from a notebook in the other. "Until all that remains is...a scareless...whisper...."
"Scareless whisper!" Hagetha gasped. "She's soooo deep now!"
Rory leaned forward more to listen. This "poetry" was, to his ears...really bad. It didn't even rhyme! At one point he could have sworn that Marceline was just reciting different words for the color red.
"Nice to know she owns a thesaurus!" Hagetha wailed in laughter as Marceline shook a fist in the air above her at a particularly furious line of reciting.
Rory couldn't help it. He stifled a guffaw.
"See? It's HILARIOUS!" Hagetha elbowed Rory in the ribs as he watched.
It kind of was. It was like watching two gargoyles collide in mid-air...he wanted to turn away but he couldn't. It just felt...too gratifying...to see Marceline wave her arms and talk loud, and then soft, and then wave her arms again like she knew what she was doing. He was a little bit embarrassed for her, but he was also really happy to see her BEING embarrassing after what she'd done to him yesterday.
"Oh my ghoul. Did she REALLY just say 'black...like my soul'?!" Rory wheezed as he gave in to the laughter. "Did she really just say that?! Or did I mis-hear it? Tell me she did not just say that!"
Rory peered even closer as Marceline seemed to be finishing up her epic poem. Yes, it looked like she had given it her all. Yes, a little part of him admitted, it was uhh-mazing that she'd fought back against her social fangxiety enough to be ON a stage at all. But the bitter break-up part of him was the biggest part of him watching this right now, and to that part...seeing Marceline act foolish for a clawdience...
That part found this hilarious.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 8:09 pm
"... so that now I flinch whenever I see a shade of red as if I weren't a Loa but a minotaur, that I pick up my iCoffin to hext you over and over but my words keep vanishing as I type them..." Marceline prattled on with her poetry, feeling less and less embarrassed as she pressed onward until her poem hit a dramatic, and very loud conclusion.
There was a beat of silence, followed by another. She could see every pair of eyes in The Looking Glass staring at her, and suddenly all that newfound confidence drained from her and she deflated back to her seat with a meek "Thank you....."
A smattering of polite snaps followed her to her seat, and she pulled her hat over her eyes. A way with words may run in her family, but a poet Marceline was not; of this she was absolutely certain by now.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 1:28 pm
As the next monster was about to take the stage, a chair at Marceline's table was pulled out and into it sat Lilith Van Helscream. She turned her head and peered at Marceline, scrutinizing her through her monocle... then gave a polite nod."I liked it." Was all Lilith said.
Perhaps she would have said more but she turned to face the stage, and small wonder why: her 'beast friend' Shadeaux was taking his turn. Perhaps the only time he could appear in public and do so with confidence, was when he was reading his poetry.
Shad continued to read, his eyes closed tightly behind his shades. He had no need to look from a page in a notebook, because it was simply his way to memorize every word of his poems as he wrote.
Lilith sat back and relaxed with a proud smile as he continued on for several more verses and built to his climax..."Within darkest times on darkest night,
My soul does bend to hopeful fright.
I do so out of sense of tradition,
But the black heart wants what the black heart wants.
This is my admission."He drew to a close and cleared his throat, and was met with the traditional snapping of fingers as he stepped down off of the stage, and almost caught his foot on the shadow blanket attacked to his belt. He managed to remain upright, but you could still see the tell-tale glow of embarrassment coloring his ghastly gray cheeks with bright violet.
He looked around for Lilith until he saw her seated at Marceline's table. He made his way over quickly and had a seat in the third and lone chair. He fidgeted, gripping the blanket with his claws before he looked at Lilith."It was perfect." His friend said with supreme confidence, befitting a Van Helscream.
Shad smiled, that blush returning, and he turned to look at Marceline."Your's was real wiggy brother sister."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 9:35 am
The cold weather sometimes made Atomica's joints freeze up, but her servers were running so hot today that she didn't even experience a single squeak as she and the rest of the Ghouls Night Out crossed the street from the Maul and came into the darkened Looking Glass bookstore just as a Sack Monster boogeymanster was finishing up a recitation."Looks like we-""SHHHHHH!" Someone in the wane darkness shushed Atomica, who let out a slightly surprised beep."Oops." Atomica clapped her digits over her mouth. In silence, she held the door open for the rest of the ghouls. Because the bookstore was currently only being lit by candlelight and the light shining on the makeshift stage, they slowly made their way inside.
Atomica's eyes turned red as she shifted into Infrared Scan Mode.
Unfortunately, this wasn't very helpful in finding Marceline, as she was of the undead and therefore didn't really give off much heat."Marceline?" Atomica whispered, but there was no response. Hellene, using her keen sense of harpie smell, was making her way over towards the service counter where she could buy a cup of tea. Atomica, however, was not to be swayed from her quest."Marceline?!" She asked again, to a chorus of hissing 'SHHHHH' sounds.
Atomica crossed her arms. Well, this was no good. How was she supposed to find her aggoredian player like this?!
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 7:31 pm
Arillena felt her skin fade to a nervous white as she silently followed Atomica and the other girls to the Book store. The only thing on the Fae's mind was the anxiety of confronting Marceline again, Ari could still see the hurt look her face just before she and Rory fled in different directions. But while part of her was terrified the other part wanted to talk to Marceline. Arillena still felt like a big part of that catastrophe was her fault and hoped to clear things up... That is if the timid Changeling would be able to speak without panicking and turning into ashes... But that hadn't happened in years. The Fae looked around for any sign of Marceline. Her eyes were used to the dark. "Um..." She whispered almost too quietly. "I think I see her..." Ari took a deep breath and used the shapeshifting half of her glamour ability to turn invisible temporarily, clothes and all. The Unseen Faerie crept around the shadows of monsters until she stood next to the figure she recognized as... "Um...excuse me?" A shockingly bold move from the naturally timid and anxious Faerie Wanderer. "Miss... Marceline? There..there are..some people looking for you near the entrance..." Very, Very Bold of Arillena. Her moment of Bravery dissipated before she was sure that the ghoul had even heard her. In a flash the invisible Faerie flew upwards and back to the door where she hid behind Hellene and returned to view. "I found her..." She whispered pointing a shaking hand in her direction.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 7:24 pm
After a whole day of shopping, gathering, standing up, and settling down into New Salem in which River Styx was so kind enough to bring her through from her fathers grasp in Heaven, the little archangel Regina comes across a neat-looking bookstore. She lets out a happy sigh of relief. I believe I've worked myself hard enough today... New Salem is a huge place. She smiles hopefully to herself, imagining the amount of books in the Looking Glass she could find, however unaware of the event going on inside. She invites herself into the shop and immediately takes off with her wings, quietly gliding along the book shelves and guiding her finger along the spines of the books occupying the space. Stopping suddenly after finding a familiar title, her feathers fluff with glee. Regina takes the liberty to pull it out herself and flip along the pages...
"Dante's Infearno..." she whispers to herself, "I would never have guessed that they would have these books here!"
The happy moment didn't last, however, as once she came back to her senses she realized that she was not alone. Her smile drops as her face goes pale. Looking down, she finds herself above what seemed to be a poetry gathering and, directly below her, was what seemed to be a she-robot, or some sort of non-biological ghoul.
Her face goes pastier than ever before. For a split second, she lost her grip on the copy of Dante's Infearno but was not fast enough to catch it in time before the book came falling down right in the robotic ghouls direction. Regina froze in utmost terror.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 5:18 pm
"I... thanks." Marceline mumbled, only half-certain that "wiggy" meant a good thing. She sighed, and then, "But it was terr'ble, y'don't have to be nice t'me. Writin's never been my strong subject... But I guess I keep tryin', it's a bit of a fam'ly thing... Hm."
She fidgeted her hands in her lap as Shad and Lilith stared at her. Then, Lilith cleared her throat. "Well, like I said; I liked it." She said curtly. "If you want to get better at writing, you ought to look into a poetry club at Monster High. You can learn from your classmates and get more comfortable sharing your work with others." "Poetry Club..." Marceline pondered if such a club existed at Monster High, and if it did, how she'd fit it in with her other hextracurriculars come springtime. She couldn't say much more before a flutter of snapping fingers sounded again and another monster took the stage. As she listened along, she thought she heard a whisper coming from behind her; and as she turned around, a brilliant pair of blue LED eyes flashed in her direction.
Atomica! Marceline looked down at her iCoffin to see that she'd never sent that hext back about the band... Atomica must have locked onto her GPS coordinates and found her here. She politely excused herself and rose from the table. "Atomica? What're you doin' here?"
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