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 Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 7:30 pm
Melody never could really stand sports, and never understood the purpose of them; even if she was there to support to her friends, it was just odd to watch. So instead of watching the game, while everyone was sitting down in the beginning, she went to her Icoffin and put on the classical screams playlist, one of her favorites. She also reached into her bag and pulled out a book to read; Shakesfear was one of the greats in her mind. She couldn't tell how long the game had been going on, and was lost in her own thoughts until she felt a tap on her leg. "Hm?""I said, do you need more popscorn? Or dogs on a stick?" Roswell repeated. "Oh, no thank you, you can have it all," and with that she went back to her book.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:09 pm
"OBJECTION!" Venus cried out, jumping to her feet and pointing dramatically. "The plaintiff's council is NAPPING!"
"Zz-huh?!" Rory sat straight up with a start. He groggily stood up. "The plaintiff objects to, uh, your face!"
Rochelle stood up with concern as Rory looped wildly to the left.
"Rorrim! What are you doing?! This is not part of the winning strategy we discussed!" She grabbed him by the arm, preventing him from sagging back down into his seat. "You are going to hand Venus the win, and we are CLEARLY in the right!"
Rory looked Rochelle in the eyes...blinked a couple times....and giggled.
"Your hair looks like cotton candy." He replied, then sat down, put his head on the desk and started snoring. Rochelle bit her lower lip.
"Er....the plaintiff requests...a recess...." She looked around, trying to find something, ANYthing that would hexplain what was going on with her normally very-conscious partner. Rochelle's highly-analytical gargoyle eyes soon fell upon the anti-hiss-timine vial, rolled underneath Rory's chair.
"Z'ut! What is this?!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 2:38 pm
Wow she was a really fast reader, and not paying attention to anything besides her book at all. Maybe he shouldn't have invited her to the game? He thought that's what couples did! After all Draconia and Glen where at the game sitting close to each other. He could clearly see that, as they were in a row in front & to the the left of them. Draconia was VERY loud to his sensitive ears, an impressive feat in this crowd. As for Melody, this was not working at all. Clearly she was upset..at something... Or HIM?!? "Oh No!" He whispered. Remembering his own outburst due to not eating, a memory very fresh in his mind, he decided to help his dear friend Melody. "Here have a scrondog. I think it's made of dogs and corn!" Hopeing to defuse the situation he popped the scorndog in her mouth, then licked his own like a lolipop, because that's how you eat things on a sick on this planet. "Delicious! Yes?!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:05 pm
Gryff @ScornRimmedGlasses
Mock-trial is so boring even the council can't stay awake through it.
Gryff gazed out the window at the football game, with monsters periodically standing up and screaming indecipherabley past the glass. While Rochelle called for a recess, he tried the window. Miraculously, it slid up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:05 pm
Marceline sat in the gallery, watching Rory's first attempt at murk trial crash and burn, and it was looking like it was her fault! She buried her face into her hands... that anti-hisstamine didn't have to be so strong, but she wanted to be certain it was bulletproof! There had to be a way to reverse the side effect...
Then it hit her. She rose to her feet and bolted from the clawditorium, straight for Glen's locker.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:06 pm
The practice was continuing on at a fast and furious pace, much to the delight of the students and faculty watching from the stands. If things continued on like this on Frightday, there was no way that Monster High would fall in defeat to Granite City High!
Coach Igor blew his whistle and Deuce threw the football but before any of his team members could intercept it, Andy aka the Skull Shores Hottie, lept and snatched it in midair, just as Chase made a dive for it but missed!
"BOO!" Glen bellowed in his squeeky voice, waving his cone of rotten candy around like a wand.
The whistle blew gain and Andy tossed the ball to Clawd again as the two teams lined up along the field, facing each other. Clawd then leaned over and threw the football back to Perry.
Chase immediately galloped right toward Perry, going for the wild tackle, when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Just before he could make the leap toward Perry, Chase immediately changed direction and ran off the field...
"Now where is he going?" Draconia nudged Glen, asking.
Whinnie and Devlyn arrived late to watch the practice when Chase galloped right toward the pair. Devlyn yelped in fright and took off at a sprint with Chase chasing after him and Whinnie chasing after Chase!
Glen turned to Draconia with wide eyes of wonder.
"Boy that little devil can move!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:12 pm
Gryff watched Marceline nearly knock over her chair as she ran out of the room. But he still thought of it first, because his arm was halfway out the window.
Gryff @ScornRimmedGlasses
Exit, stage left. Football may be stupid but at least there are snacks.
He slid out the window while everyone's attention was diverted and flew to the nearby bleachers.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:32 pm
Perry leapt high and caught the ball, rolling as he landed and bolting down the pitch.
Despite being remarkably agile, he wasn't nearly as quick as a charging centaur. Just as he ducked and dove to avoid Chase's charge, the boo changed tack and ran off toward the bleachers.
For a split second Perry just stared in confusion, Clawd yelled something which drew him out of his daze just in time to dart away from two of the opposing team as they ran toward him.
He didn't look back, head down as he raced toward the end zone.
Around the defence, almost there.
Two opposing players slammed into him but it was too late, he'd just made it by a fraction of a hair.
The whistle blew. TOUCHDOWN!
Panting, Perry rolled onto his back and grinned.
"You guys hit like a ton of bricks." He reached up a hand as one of the defence helped him to his feet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:38 pm
Melody coughed as the dog was lodged into her mouth, she took it out immediately. "Roswell! What on Earth has gotten into you?" she asked setting the fried dog aside on a napkin. "I didn't want any food. I said you could have it all if you liked."She couldn't figure out what had gotten under his scales but clearly is was something important. She set her book aside and paused her music; a loud scream from the stands greeted her ears. This was one of the reasons she didn't like sports. "Roswell, is something bothering you?
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:49 pm
"VICTORYYYYY!"
Dashner ran over to perry, and extended a claw to help his friend up. "Broooo, that was so CLAWESOME! We won against Manny's side for once!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 3:57 pm
Perry brushed himself off, flexing an aching wing as he did so.
"Hey at least they have a good defence, we're gonna need it against Granite City. If these guys hit like bricks, those guys... " He made a face, that game was going to be painful.
"What's Chase doing? He just... ran off. Chase, what you playing at man?" He offered a fist bump to Dash and jogged back to the centre field.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:19 pm
"Me? What? I just thou--" His words were cut off by a loud whistle blow, and turned his head in the direction of the field!
"There!! See?" He pointed to the boo's on the field. "It's HIM! It's all His fault. They are both on the team and he's bro-fisting MY bloodie beastie on this planet!"
He crossed his arms and pouted. His black eye's glaring at Perry.
"Perry, with his exceptional aesthetics, and broad wing span. They both can fly! Dashner will have no choice but to like him better then me! They are practically brothers! More then this outa orbit alien will ever be."
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:36 pm
Melody gave a smile as she took one of Roswell's hands; she finally understood what was making Roswell's sweet personality turn so sour. "Roswell, there's no need to be jealous."Roswell was strongly shocked, disagreeing that it was jealousy. "Roswell," Melody started as she continued to smile, "Dashner is one of your closest beasties. Ever since you moved here you've been constantly at each others sides. Glued to each others hips. And, to be honest, I'm quite jealous actually," she admitted. "But never the less, just because there is a new boo joining the circle doesn't mean that the friendship you both have is any the less special. It just means that the circles going to expand, and that's okay too."She gave him a small kiss on his cheek, "Do you think you can handle that?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:56 pm
"I'm not jealous." He protested as he listened to Melody. She was very soothing, and she helped him understand.
"What? You? Are jealous?" How could she be jealous? Dash and Melody had almost nothing in common. Strange Earth monster emotions.
Then she kissed him on the cheek and he forgot he was so angry at Perry. Everything seemed to disappear and melt away in a river of bliss.
"Of course. I'm a rock star, I can handle anything outa this world!" He almost melted into his seat, sighing happily.
Melody was so pretty.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 5:27 pm
"And besides, the both are a completely different species of bird. If anything they would share the same eating or sleeping habits but I can guarantee that both are from a completely different species of bird. That's like saying Demona and I are best friends just because of similar eye color. Which of course is-" she stopped herself, realizing she was boring him half to death. I mean, look at him, he was slowly sliding down in his seat. She cleared her throat and squeezed Roswell's hand gently, "To be honest, I'd much rather be in my doomitory making a new ballad. Suppose you'd like to help?"
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