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 Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 5:30 am
She didn't know what Hel meant, so she just gave her a blank look in return for the odd one. There was a story and it was about two boils in her life, right? What was so wrong with the way she had worded it? Ah well. She settled in to listen, giving Hel her full attention. So much so that she even forgot to blink; she never needed to anyway, but it was considered polite to do so.
Mot, huh? That was a surprise. They were as different as night and day, and yet they had been together, once upon a time? Opposites attracted, she supposed, but it still sounded strange to hear. It didn't surprise her that they fought a lot though, all things considered. Her expression changed to sympathy when Hel lamented over her broken heart, and when she went on to explain what sort of 'cheering up' they had done, well, Amrita's face went a shade or two darker. Oh dear, and while she was still dating Mot, huh? How interesting...
"I'd say 'at least you tried', but...I'm not sure that's something you should say to that." Amrita mused, half-smiling awkwardly. "So...you were getting what you needed emotionally from Mot, but what you needed physically from your best friend?" She had an inkling as to who that was, of course; Lizzy was her School Mother, and she had connected a few dots along the way to figure out what happened. Hel's story just confirmed it, really. "Did he pick up the slack when Mot left? Emotionally, I mean."
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 6:12 am
Hel snorted. “Ya…probably not.” She waved her hand a bit. “I do not need anything said about it though…for it is done and over with, and I have made my peace with the matter.” Hel nodded her head a bit. “Ya…pretty much…” She trailed off for a moment, and when Amrita asked her question, Hel’s cheeks puffed out briefly. “Ahhh…” She made a so-so gesture with her hand, and then laughed a bit before her lips settled into a small smile and her eyes lidded as she rested her chin on her knee.
“This is going to sound stupid, but I think he is scared of me.” She paused for a moment. “I think he has things to say, but he will not tell me.” Yes, she knew nagging him had kicked his stubborn streak into overdrive but after she had some time to reflect, she couldn’t help but feel like there was much more to it that just that. Hel waved her hand again a bit. “As much as I suck at waiting, I am going to try my best! This is different than what I had with Mot and I feel like…it is worth it. That is all.” Hel fell into another moment of silence, and released a sigh before she suddenly sprung up.
“Oi! You know what we should do?” Her lips pulled into a grin. “We should paint toe nails!”
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 6:24 am
"Scared of you?" Amrita parroted. That at least made sense. Most people would be frightened by Hel, but at the same time she remembered Mac to be, well, stupidly fearless. At least that's how it looked to her; certainly nobody could be that verbally nasty and still be a coward, right?
"You could probably get him to tell you, just make him think it was his idea to say something." Amrita mused, trying to be helpful. If he didn't want to say something, that meant he was too stubborn, right? Or maybe Hel was being, well, Hel, and he didn't take well to that? She certainly didn't recall him being the sort of boil who would resist saying something if it meant hurting feelings. In fact, she was pretty sure he thrived on hurting feelings. The ghoul was so enthralled in her own thoughts that Hel's sudden spring and eager suggestion startled her, causing her to very visibly jump.
"...Wh-what? I don't have nail polish!" She lamented, really seriously not wanting to do this thing. Though a moment later she paused, looking perplexed. "Actually, I'm not sure I even have toenails." That was the thing with backwards feet; she didn't often see her own toes, and never really thought to look.
Though it was pretty obvious she wasn't going to even try, considering she remained sitting on her feet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 6:43 am
Amrita. No. Amrita, stahp.
Hel just stared at the ghoul blankly. She then scooted super closer to the ghoul, pressed flush against her side. “How do I do that?” Her dark red eyes had gotten wide and awe struck as well.
“Oh…I know where to get some! Belladonna would let me borrow hers!” Of course she would! When the undead lamented about possibly not having toe nails, Hel just…reached out, grabbed Amrita’s ankle, and then pulled. Sorry Amrita. Hel looked over the ghoul’s backwards foot. “Ahhh ya! You have toe nails for me to paint!
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:14 am
Amrita leaned over a bit, just to try and get some space back from the way-too-close Hel. "Just...I don't know, pretend you don't want to know, and find a way to bring it up where it isn't directed at him?" She mused, looking away from Hel to stare at the ceiling. "Like...if you have a friend that's going through a similar situation, mention it off hand? He might be tricked into telling you his feelings on his own." At least, that was what she read. It made sense to her anyway.
"But I don't---AH!" Amrita's voice cut off in a yelp as her foot was grabbed and pulled, forcing her to adjust how to sat to avoid getting hurt. "H-HEL!" She cried out, trying to pull her foot back to her. "I...I don't really want to have my nails painted! It'd be pointless!" Especially since she never really saw her toes, and often times her toes weren't even clean enough to make it look nice. The downside to never wearing shoes was to always have dirty feet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:27 am
Hel just stared at Amrita again, her awed expression immediately going flat. “That sounds….” She stared more. “ Horrible.” Hel grabbed Amrita’s shoulders. “He would know I was up to something the moment I pretended that I did not want to know! He would know.” Hel paused. “Got any other ideas? Or could you elaborate more?” Where was Gramps to grab Hel’s ear? Now though, Hel pulled away from Amrita, a frown pulling her lips down. “Oh…” The reaper pulled her knees up to her chest and folded an arm across her knees, and the other propped her head up. “Well…it is just…I always wanted to paint toe nails because it seemed fun and I thought since this was one of the few sleep overs I had with another ghoul I finally could…” She sighed.  “Never mind then.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 5:14 pm
Oh. Right. Hel didn't know how to be subtle. Amrita let Hel grab her shoulders for all of two seconds before she got antsy and slapped the hands away and scootched to the side a little bit. After all this time she wasn't too fond of contact that lingered too long, or the kind that involved her being grabbed in any way.
"I don't know him well enough! Is there a certain way to approach subjects that has him ranting? 'cause that might work." Just like that though, Hel seemed to withdraw in on herself, muttering something about one of the few ghoul sleepovers...wait. Few? It was Amrita's turn to gasp and point at Hel as accusingly as possible.
"You told me you'd never had a sleepover with a ghoul!" What was this few crap?!
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 5:24 pm
These were some few bi-polar moments for Hel, was she went from contemplative and plotting to sad and then back to plotting and then back to sad again. Things to make him rant though…hmmm. Hel didn’t have much time to linger on that though, since she kinda slipped. Wait. Wait. Wait. There was still a way to save this.
“Well, Amrita, my sister does not really count, ya?” Hel frowned. “I mean, she is not a friend! She is my sister, and I have lived with her for the past eighteen years!”
Good save.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 3:14 pm
Amrita could only squint suspiciously at the ghoul. Sister. Hel had a sister? Did she even know that? Hrm. In the end she had no real reason to doubt the ghoul though she seriously wanted to, and she only sighed.
"Fine," She decided, quite unhappily. "I'll do it, go get some nail polish." A backward hand raised to shoo her away, figuring that the faster she left, the faster she would come back, and the faster it would be over.
Though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't considering locking the door.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 3:49 pm
As soon as Amrita said ‘fine’ Hel was running out the door. “BERIGHTBACK!”
Well, Amrita, you could lock the door…but let’s be real…it was easier to suffer Hel for one night than to lock her out and deal with that for weeks to come. The reaper would eventually return with a plethora of nail polish, courtesy of Belladonna, and proceed to ‘paint’ Amrita’s toenails…
Good thing her feet were backwards, just saying.
Luckily for Amrita as well, Hel, like a hyperactive toddler, would wear out eventually and go to sleep for at least nine hours…
Nine hours of peace before the undead would be rid of her the next day.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 3:53 pm
Amrita was thankful for the silence, and thanked Jack for sending it as a blessing.
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