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 Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 10:00 am
[SPECTATOR POST]
If Riley knew Sarias, which she did not, was that her best insults were always spoken, why waste her breath on mediocre ones, they would be keep safely inside her ectoplasmic brain, which unfortunately the mindflayer could read. But that was beside the point. The point was that this alien had the nerve, the audacity to not only touch Sarias, but to grab a handful of locks and play hairdresser while the banshee was extremely pissed off. Not. A. Good. Move.
Without even thinking, which would have helped in this situation, the ghost twirled round on her chair and while the student was still close grabbed a purple dreadlock from its own head and pulled, hard. "You scank! Don't you dare touch me, i don't know where you have been you diseased ridden creature!" She hissed, loud enough for anyone in the surrounding area to hear, but hopefully not to disrupt the show. Not that, that would have mattered. Sarias wasn't really thinking straight, rage did nothing for her mind frame and right now she was feeling a full panic attack coming on, one with which her all powerful lungs would let everyone know about, and she seriously did not want to tarnish her perfect record of no detention....yet she still hadn't let go of the tendril...bugger.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 10:56 am
[Spectator Post]
Her eyes widened again as she watched the new drama unfolding. And it wasn't on stage! It was that same ghoul again and she seemed to have an attitude about her. Damn. Where was some good sweet candy to munch no when you needed it? Lw curled up more in her seat, feet still resting against the seat in front of her. Violet eyes watched what was happening in the audience and not what occurred on stage.
Movement from her left drew her gaze. There was someone sitting a seat over from her. A boil she'd never seen (not that this wasn't a surprise). He was curled up in a blanket. This made the she-wolf tilt her head curiously. It wasn't cold in here, so why did he need a blanket? He also couldn't seem to get comfortable in his seat. This just made LW glad she was graced with the short gene. It made getting comfortable in the seats a little easier.
...Wait a second. Was...was that boil glowing?! She was sure she'd caught hint of a glow! Now her curiosity was spiked again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:34 am
SPECTATOR POST
Another slithering lip lick came from the boggart as he watched the cracked doll girl adjust herself in her seat. She seemed uncomfortable, like she could feel his stare--perfect. His relish of this moment was short lived, however, as the banshee whirled back around again. He had to laugh at her attempt to have the last word; they were so similar but so different! "Oh, I'll be waitin', girly. Wouldn't miss this s**t for the world," but it seemed, as she whirled around and her seat neighbor took a fistful of hair, that his words were disregarded.
Insulting words flew from the banshee's mouth at the mind flayer and Icky's eyes lit up, black sclera and glowing white irises becoming as saucers on his face. Until his mouth caught up and became a wide, sharp yellow teeth filled crescent on the bottom of his face one might have, one might have mistaken his expression for something like disbelief or perhaps even fear. No, this was an intense gratification and something more; unbridled curiosity.
Was this...
Would this devolve into a cat fight?
"Reowr~" Icky jokingly purred under his breath, giving the air a gentle and sultry swipe of his claws. Without even looking to who was seated to his right, Icky nudged their side with an elbow and directed their attention away from whatever else they were paying attention to toward Sarias and Riley. Hissing, strained laughter seeped from his throat as it tried to come from somewhere deeper than he could pull, "Watch this," he chortled, sliding down into his seat as he wrapped his arms around his middle and he cackled, drowning out what was going on in the play from the people in the immediate area.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:18 pm
[SPECTATOR POST]
Play? What play?
Sarias probably shouldn't have turned her head so quickly while Riley's claws were dug into her hair, threatening to cut it. The turn would have probably done some damage, and Riley's hand was left with a little tuft of blue.
This would have been an amusing triumph, if the world hadn't just gone a startling shade of red. Riley's eyes fluttered closed helplessly as Sarias did the unthinkable. The moment Sarias' hand wrapped around Riley's tentacle, every other tentacle rose up to attention, pointed fiercely at the hand. At the tug, they all jolted back an inch, horrified by what was occurring.
It took a moment, being that the shock of pain had frozen Riley in place, before she could respond. When she snapped out of it, however, a very painful, high pitched keening sound filtered through every open mind in the vicinity. Her eyes snapped open, glaring with a deadly vigor at Sarias. No words were said, she simply acted on instinct - and instinct made her lunge out of her seat, launching forward at Sarias with both clawed hands reaching around her neck. Once she had the neck, Riley - who was now in Sarias' seat, hello! - would attempt to bring the ghoul down to the floor and pin her there, shaking her neckhold maliciously. Ghost or not, Riley was now determined to kill her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:27 pm
ACTOR POST: JACK
.......
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Okay, she'd been standing there looking like an idiot for a while now. WHERE THE HELL WAS SANDY CLAWS?? Shehk made this face as she looked off to one side of the stage.... and then the other... and then to her fellow actors, ears drooping as she seemed to silently ask them if they knew where their non-existent actor was. Hell.. had that actor ever showed up to- what rehersals?
Ha! Like the play had ever gotten much practice outside of them getting together to flail about the stage and hoping something happened.
So she'd go with the best alternative she could;
"JACK-DAMMIT, SANDY CLAWS, WHERE ARE YOU????"
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:18 pm
SPECTATOR POST
Relieved that LW dropped her gaze, she still felt that previous stare. The Hell!? Mei was uncomfortable! To have anyone staring made the doll uneasy. Was it because of all the cracks in her skin? Did she look strange to everyone else? It sounded a bit silly actually.. Her looking strange amongst the students of Amityville. Hell, you think she would blend in with ease! "Tch.."
Attention drawn off the previous annoyance, a familiar.. Salty, undead like smell caught her attention. Sitting up to get a better look; her remaining eye scanned each seat to see if she could spot the boil, Merope. Though, how was she supposed to spot him out? The last, and only time she saw him was during the Christmas raid. Looking for a familiar face would be impossible, as she only saw him in his natural form. Oh well. She would have to look about for him later.
Gaze shifting, she caught sight of two ghouls; a blue haired banshee, and a purple skinned mindflayer. Something had the two riled up; what it was, she had no idea. But the two seemed to highly loath one another, enough so that they didn't seem to realize that they had drawn an audience of their own. A lot of students were watching them now, including one boil who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it, and making mock gestures. Shaking her head, she slumped back into her seat and directed her attention back towards the play.
The actors seemed to be frustrated.. Was something supposed to happen? Her thoughts were answered as she heard the frustrated Shehk call out for their missing actor. Wow to have the Nightmare before Christmas without Sandy Claws was.. Meaningless. Was he running late? It seemed the whereabouts of the actor bogged the minds of the current actors on stage as well.
"Hmm.." Growing bored, Mei propped her cheek upon her palm. The outcome of the play was foggy to her---if it was completed at all. Just how many of the other students would sit still for this? She was half tempted to leap out of her seat and make a run for the doors herself. She had plenty of other things she could do to fill her time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 5:22 pm
.:: SPECTATOR POST ::.
Watching this mockery of a play had become beyond boring to him and he was sorely tempted to get up and leave. If they couldn't be bothered to begin with, why had they been chosen for the play? He had thought he'd be... impressed or something by the ones picked, yet instead he found himself longing for something to be more interesting than this... studying the girl who was using the back of his chair had been an idea. She had a nice sense of style but just before he could say anything, she seemed rather distracted by... something.
It didn't take long to figure out what it was as anyone who had a brain had to hear the noise of a voice he recalled quite well. And he still wasn't quite fond of that voice. Shifting up a bit to see what was going on, his brow jacked up at the sight of Riley fighting with some other ghoul. Really? They were fighting like that over... no, he really didn't even want to know. The noise they were creating, on top of a boil a few rows back was just becoming a bit too much. If he needed or desired this much racket, he would have stayed home with the minions!
Sighing heavily, he rubbed his temples a bit. This was a huge disappointment all around...
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 3:56 am
SPECTATOR POST
The catfight between Sarias and Riley was easy for him to ignore. It was happening far enough way for him to be oblivious to, given what else was going on. From the confused players to the hushed nudged and whispers from other students, the boil was quite distracted. He had never seen so many students before! It looked to be on par with how many there were at the raid on Christmastown, though everyone was in the vaguely humanoid shape that was standard school policy.
He shifted again in his seat, uncurling his tail to let it hang off the chair rather than try to curl it about him. It didn't do much aside from light up the gro- Hey! A pumpkin seed! The boil leaned forward and picked it up, congradulating himself on the find his tail lit up. His victory, however, didn't last long. "Aww man," he whispered, "Stupid plain pumpkinseed."
Merope slumped in his seat, oblivious to the curious looks tossed in his direction. What was he supposed to do with a plain pumpkinseed? It wasn't as if they were a high ticket item. He stared at it, wondering what to do when Riley's telepathic keen caused him to jump in his seat and clap his hands over his fins, hissing in discomfort.
It was when Riley's keen stopped (as the mindflayer seemed to join the banshee in her seat, not that Merope could see due to facing the other direction) that the boil realized he was being stared at. "...Hey," he greeted, removing one hand to wave at LW. "Sup?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:26 am
[SPECTATOR POST]
She had been quiet, trying to blend into the surroundings throughout the play as she fidgeted in her seat; it wasn't her usual style (so many new faces to greet, so many familiar ghouls to hug!) but the play was just that bad... Not only because of the actors chosen, but the storyline as well - it had been murdered, torn apart into a million pieces and then spat on before being lit on fire. Doom giant-dragon-on-a-hill-in-Christmas fire.
Oh Amrita, Tess.... What had the school put you through? She was so tempted to ignore the fact that she wanted to graduate with a perfect 'no detention' record and 'rescue' her friends from having to perform; it didn't occur to her that maybe, they might want the play to be that way.
So distracted by the horrible scene that was the school play, that Lizzy had failed to realize that there was a cat fight waiting to happen just a few seats away - that was, until she felt her mind break. The scream that rang in her mind rather than her ears caused the Demoness to twitch, hands immediately rising to push against her temples as she pulled her legs up onto her seat. By the time she realized who the source of the mental scream was, the offender was already attempting to strangle an Undead ghoul.
Ohnoohnoohno- what to do? What to do?
Without really thinking, she grabbed the nightshades she had prepared for her performing friends and slid out of her seat, moving to where a familiar Demon was seated. If she had someone to distract herself with, perhaps the urge to run out of the room would be lessened. She smiled sheepishly before sighing softly, "Livi, mind if I take the seat beside yours?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 7:50 am
Pushing back the attempt of a rampaging headache, he had just lowered his hand when he noticed someone coming his way. Something about the way this student moved triggered familiarity with him and when he saw it was Lizzy, a warm and welcoming smile crossed his lips. As usual, she looked rather lovely this evening but the question had him nodding his head gently before waving a hand to the nearest seat. "Please sit. It shall be an honor to sit with you... though I wish I could say let's enjoy the theatrical play together but..." He winced a bit as he tried not to look back at the stage. "Tis less of something pleasurable."
Watching her as she sat, he fixed his flattened hair a bit. "How are you this evening? Hopefully not too tortured, I pray."
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:50 am
[SPECTATOR POST]
It didn’t bother Sarias too much that Riley had a nice clump of blue hair in her claws, she would later of course when she found a bald spot, but right now she had bigger things to worry about, and that came in the form of two hands wrapped ever so tightly around her neck. She should have been prepared for the attack but with her own red mist rising she had failed to see this happen. With no time to ponder this unfortunatly little fact she was flat on the floor, a hefty purple alien on top trying to throttle her to death, she wouldn't have been doing such a bad job if it wasn’t that someone had got to her first.
“Eccck…Get…*cough* Off, ME!” she reactively kicked out, kneeing Riley in the back, once, twice, and a third for good luck until she was pushed off and over. Where she landed was anybody’s business as Sarias struggled up against a chair, her hand once more soothing her neck, it was a bad day for throats apparently. Reeling on the mindflayer she contemplated an elbow drop but quickly considered against it, this creature was fast, maybe too fast but she wasn’t going down without a fight.
Ignoring the cat calls from certain idiots Sarias went back into a stance, knees half bent like an animal about to pounce, her fingers sharpened to razor points fanned out before her as were the smoke tendrils which flared and flickered in excitement, not that she was feeling the same. There was hardly any room to do this, the chairs knocked their legs, peoples bodies got in the way, it was as if they didn’t know a fight was going on!
Her throat still hurt, a lot, and the burning sensation of hair ripped from scalp was slowly seeping through, but Sarias still waggled a finger in front of her opponent, oblivious to the fact she was just making it worse. “Big mistake sunshine.” She lunged at the student, fingers apart and pointed towards the featureless face, she could at least claim an eye if nothing else!
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 9:47 am
[Spectator Post]
The sudden assault of her mind by a high pitched keen had the she-wolf's tail curling in discomfort. What the jacking hell was that?! She'd never had something speak, let alone scream in her mind. And then she saw the purple ghoul launch after the one with the attitude. LW hunkered down a little lower in her seat. Only to have her gaze drawn back to the one boil. He was glowing!
LW gave a small wave back. "Nothin much, sadly." She glanced at the two fighting before looking back over at Merope. "You...glow?" There was that damned curiosity of hers getting the better of her again.
Sarias' voice had LW looking to see how the fight was going again. About the same as the last time she looked. The boil next to her was more interesting, in her opinion. Come on! How often did the she-wolf get to see a glowing student? "Don't think we've met before." She said giving Merope a smile. "Names LW."
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 11:01 am
[SPECTATOR POST]
This...was a disaster. A fiasco. A wreck. The play, what happened to the play? Nothing was happening. Her poor fellow classmates were left standing on the stage with their arms in the air waiting for a Sandy Claws who had very clearly missed his cue. Who was even playing Sandy Claws? Were they asleep? Were they just not here? This was just...she was sinking lower and lower into her chair, very glad she hadn't been cast in it now. And then suddenly a banshee started shrieking about ripping out vocal chords, making Junko sit upright again with a gasp. Before she knew it she was fighting with Riley, and Riley was launching herself from her seat to assault the--AUGH! Her head! Junko winced and held her head as a shriek rang through it. That huuuurt! "Now THIS is my kind of show!" She laughed, pointing at Sarias and Riley with a section of hair. "You can't rehearse this kind of brilliance!"
That was it. Junko was leaving. She couldn't take this anymore. The ghoul sighed and got up from her seat to try and get away unnoticed, making it as far as the back of the auditorium until she noticed a very familiar sleeping figure in the back row. This made her pause, blinking and looking from the brawl, to the stage, and then Yaya again. She couldn't just leave her friend here by herself, sure Yaya could take care of herself but...
Junko pursed her lips and scoot into that row, sitting in the seat beside Yaya and tilting her head to rest it against her friend. "Hey! Junko! Why're we all the way back here?! The party's up front!" Junko winced.
"Shhh." Though it was useless now, She'd already spoken her piece. Ugh.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 11:27 am
[SPECTATOR POST]
Riley released the banshee as she was pushed off, landing delicately on the balls of her feet and hands. She pushed up and at once was standing, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings. There was no room to do anything fun. Riley settled on the edge of a seat, Icky's to be exact, and sat there precariously. Her eyes followed Sarias movement, glued to her efficiently. It was a lovely sight, seeing how riled up she'd gotten the banshee. The ghoul was bound to lose it any minute now - and Riley's careful grasp of the seat she was resting on was waiting.
Suddenly, Sarias predictably came barrelling her way, and if Riley had a mouth she would have smiled. Her nails dug into the cushion of Icky's seat, holding her like a balance beam as her legs swung right over the boil's head. She had vaulted over him, and landed on the seat beside him, only to bounce right out of it and gracefully land on the balls of her feet in front of the chair. She turned, crouched, and gave the boil who seemed amused at their antics a wink. At least someone was enjoying the show.
From her vantage point, she hoped she would be able to see Sarias continue to lunge right past where Riley had just been a moment ago, and hopefully manage some embarrassing topple into someone or the floor. Whatever the outcome, Riley could only hope for the best.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:58 pm
SPECTATOR POST
This...
Was...
Amazing...
Icky paused in his laughter to watch in sheer awe as the situation continued to degrade itself into violence. The banshee was getting strangled! By now, most other creatures had their attention stolen from the play (not that their was much to miss currently; where was Sandy Claws?) and all eyes swarmed to the two ghouls sitting near him. The blue haired beauty hacked and choked out a few meager words and warnings while the mindflayer's dialog was lost to anyone else but her opponent.
The boggart was practically on the floor from how much he had wriggled around in his seat, cackling away. Now he was glad he'd been awoken to the play--if he hadn't, this wouldn't have happened and the very thought that he had a hand in this situation, however small, filled him with great relish. Wriggling in his seat, he shifted just in time to not get stepped on or otherwise damaged as the mindflayer landed on his chair, redirected herself and tumbled through the air above him. For a brief second, she turned around and winked causing Icky to give her a devilish grin of 'thanks' in return.
In the midst of Sarias' charge toward the 'flayer, Icky's eyes zoned in on her billowing skirt; the white tendrils were moving of their own accord, primed and ready to take a defensive or offensive position. However, all of that movement while running gave him a clear shot of just where her red and black striped stockings ended and the boggart's tongue lolled out one side of his mouth as he slumped further down, rear finally touching the floor.
"Best show ever," he dribbled amorously.
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