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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:11 pm
B o b b i n ' F o r P e a r l s!Mot walked through the booths, looking embarrassed, dejected, and ready to cry. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Instead he found a giant tank of angry fish. If he stuck his head in, they could nibble him as they wish. Mot wanted to drown his sorrows. Literally drown in his sorrows. Instead he found a pearl within the depths of danger. He bid farewell to the fish, whispering 'I won't be a stranger'.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:17 pm
Shun just happened to wander by as he saw Mot looking rather down and sticking his head into a tank of water.
Hm.
He just stood by, watching.
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Dragain rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:21 pm
B o b b i n ' F o r P e a r l s!
Lizzy dunked her head under the water as well.
They hid her tears of suffering.
Instead, she got shocked by the eel.
Life sucks.
She removed her head from the water, wrung out the water from her bangs, wiped her hands on Shun's shirt, and then walked off.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:23 pm
"...."
And there went Lizzy too.
Shun walked up to the two and pulled them both above the water. Or at least he was going to when Lizzy popped back up and decided to dry herself on his shirt. He twitched at her, then watched her walk off, looking somewhat sullen.
"Is there some strange new trend here that I'm missing and likely won't be able to understand?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:26 pm
Mot hadn't seen Lizzy. He'd been too busy drowning in woe, making friends with the fishies.
Shun pulled his head out, and he made a gasp for air. Oh yeah. Breathing...
"Trend? No.. no trend. I just enjoy the solitude and silence of the abyss."
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:26 pm
"Or commonly known as drowning your sorrows without the use of alcohol because alcohol leads to really, really bad things," Lizzy whispered, having popped up behind Shun.
Then she walked off again.
So don't drink and drive, kids.
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Lucyal rolled 3 100-sided dice:
80, 58, 22
Total: 160 (3-300)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:46 pm
SKREEEEEEE BAWL
Hel was about to storm back to her room after that battle, maybe lock herself up with three tubs of black cherry eye scream and black cherry soda, but once again, she had been whacked in the head by something.
She spun on her heel and glared at the direction it came from, ready to pop a cap in someone’s a** with a growl, until she realized she was being stared down by a Skree Bawl machine. Oh. School property damage…hmmm…Hel stomped up to it and stared back down at it. She deadlocked with it for a good few minutes before the soft ‘clack’ of balls being presented got her attention.
Hel huffed.
Whatever. She grabbed a ball and chucked it down the game lane.
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Enoh Love rolled 3 100-sided dice:
83, 11, 48
Total: 142 (3-300)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:53 pm
Yearbook Booth SKREEEEEEE BALL
Mac didn't know what to do.
His best friend and his ghoulfriend had stormed off, in somewhat opposite directions. He looked from one stadium booth to the other, watching them go their separate ways. Who should he wander towards first? The majority was, of course, going after Lizzy and Mot (the majority here meaning Shun, at least), leaving Hel quite alone.
Sure, Lizzy needed consoling for an old wound, but from what he understood, Hel's was fresh...and nobody else was going out of their way to see if she was okay.
The thought made him grit his teeth.
So, realizing that this could bite him in the a** later, he turned away from Lizzy and the crew around her, and headed after Hel. By the time he caught up with her she was angrily throw-rolling balls at a machine who...actually looked like it was enjoying itself. In fact, when it saw him, he spat out even more balls. PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY!
"Hey, mind if I cut in?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer before lightly nudging her aside to take his turn.
(( 50 pts ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 1:10 pm
"Since when the hell did you start being so gloomy?"
Shun was asking them both, despite Lizzy wandering back off again. There was obviously something going on here that he was not privy to. The Reaper let go of Mot and put his hands into his pockets.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 1:12 pm
Mot's hair dripped, his clothing soaked from the splash back. "You heard what she said." Mot said with some sulk in his voice. "She's mad because I said I didn't love her anymore.. but to think she lied about enjoying it..."
That water looked miiiighty welcoming again...
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 1:20 pm
SKREEEEEEE BAWL - Yearbook
Hel almost retorted with ‘cut in and I will cut you’, but she realized that it was Mac, being well…Mac, and she let herself get nudged to the side.
Luckily, with Mot out of her range of sight, the ghoul had calmed down quite a bit, but still had that down and put off attitude. “…Ya…whatever.” She muttered, resting her hands on her hips. “…Just do not touch my balls.” She then looked unimpressed at how…wrong that sounded and then shrugged and sighed.
Once Mac rolled, she grabbed another one and haphazardly threw it down the lane. “…Oi…your head was bleeding…really think you should be here right now…and not…yanno…at Cricket’s office?”
(try # 1: 100 Points)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 1:31 pm
Shun's frown deepened at that.
"Do you not love her any longer?" he asked lowly. Hel had said she 'faked it'. Faked enjoying his love or had the two...? Mot. Somehow he had a little trouble imagining that right now. But to say that she didn't care about his love would seem weird as well.
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 1:37 pm
"Not as much as I used to.. less like a lover, and more like a friend.... and never as much as she loved me." Mot explained. "Unfortunately.. we did something a few days prior to my confession that was... well.." Mot rubbed his neck. "It was something I should not have allowed to happen, given my weak heartedness toward the dying relationship..."He frowened deeper, feeling sick. "To think she didn't even... enjoy it... then why did she..."Mot sobbed and stuck his head in the water again. Ew he got a mouthful of dead fish. B o b b i n ' F o r P e a r l s!Quote: Roll 9: Dead fish. Slimy and almost falling apart in your mouth. You got nothing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 1:41 pm
YEARBOOK BOOTH SKREE BALL
It was clear that a lot of her murderous intent had subsided, but it was still quite there. Her comment had made him grin, though he rolled his eyes with an obviously staged sigh. "I make no promises." He teased; after all, she didn't have any, so there was nothing to touch!
He started muscling in for every other turn, though he had stopped counting his score ages ago. It was just movement to calm Hel down, to let her vent with something physical than, say, hitting someone. That was also likely why he brushed off her worries about his head.
"I've taken worse blows to the head, I'm sure it's stopped bleeding by now." He almost asked her if she wanted to see if his pupils were dilated, but...his eyes were black, she probably wouldn't be able to tell pupil from iris in this light.
"What happened?" He asked finally, but he only stopped throwing the skree ball if she did. He knew it probably wasn't about performance, not with the way she was acting.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 2:01 pm
SKREEEEEEE BAWL – Yearbook
Hel fell in a pattern of alternating taking turns throwing balls with Mac, and couldn’t help but look a bit exasperated as he shrugged it off. Thus, after she threw her last ball, she reached up and placed her hand on the back of his head, checking. “…Just…take it easy the rest of the day, ya? Maintain what little peace of mind I have left, and take care of yourself.” Hel muttered.
At his question, she looked down one end of the row of games, and then looked down the other end, and sighed. “…Not here. Tell ya tomorrow, okay?”
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