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 Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 3:05 pm
Hellene briefly clasped Ronan's outstretched hand, "Charmed, I'm sure, I'm Hellene. You must be new here, is that arctic wool it looks very durable does the dye stay?" and took the last sprinkle of pepper from the shaker for her salad.
"Do you think I should?" she asked, turning back to Draconia, "I mean I really work more in print and I don't even use words it's all photo essays, I've never written much of an article except I've done a lot of fashion week commentary for the Gory Gazette but that's not the same as interviews. Do you think that Wyvernia would give me some pointers because I know she's VERY good at her job, I've seen ever so many of her interviews."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 3:22 pm
Listening to her two closest bluddies' theories on why the little gremlin up and left school on the very first day, Layla dug her fork into her Taboolah 'salad' but paused before she took a bite.
"I always found it endearing how he'd use any excuse to try and get a look see at someone's new iCoffin or ee!Reader. One time, I couldn't get a signal on my phone and he offered to take a look at it and give it a bit of a signal boost. Of course it was the new blood red Smart Moan so it seemed only a matter of time before he tried."
She took a bite of her food and after a moment's pause, she continued.
"Everyone told me I was crazy for letting him work on it. They said he'd destroy it for sure, like he destroys almost everything else he helps with. But you know the next day he gave me the Moan back and it worked fine."
She casually pointed her form toward Nero.
"And you know every time I called mother a scareoplane seems to use my signal as a homing beacon?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 4:22 pm
"uh.. " Ronan stared at Hellene in complete bewilderment. "Dye?" Yeah, he was utterly confused and lost now. "Sure, it.. seems to? And yes.. new." And didn't he feel it. He shook his head, brightening a little at Draconia's suggestion. "An interview isn't a bad idea. And I believe the other tables may have some more pepper going spare...." He concluded that Dragons must like things hot, which made sense in his head at least.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 5:07 pm
Toralei Stripe, the Vice-President of the Spellbound club, walked through the cafeteria with her 'minions', the twins Meowlody and Purrsephone, also members of the club. A swagger to her step, she paused at the 'Artists' table' and leaned in between Kai and Nero with her claws tapping on the table.
She smirked at Kai and said, "Remember Kai. Spellbound tryouts at the Coffin Bean after school. We need you to help test out the new sign ups. And we have a lot this year!"Toralei then glanced up and over at the table where Draconia, Glen and their friends were chatting away about Lin. She straightened up and marched over and inserted herself between Ronan and Dashner, her green eyes piercing the selkie boo."Ronan, right? We have your name own for the Spellbound club. Be at the Coffin Bean after school. We're holding the tryouts then. Oh, and you're playing Kai Merha over there."Toralei nodded over toward where Kai was seated with Nero and Layla. She smirked as only she could and purred before moving along, Meowlody and Purrsephone followed, giggling.
Glen smiled off in their direction and looked to Draconia."She's sweet."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:44 pm
Dashner tilted his head in confusion. He had heard of this game, but never really understood what it was.
Meanwhile... Pretty ghoul alert! Dashner looked over at Hellene to greet her.
"Yo, Hellene! Rocking that outfit today, ghoul."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:54 pm
" Is it naturally that color?!" Hellene gasped, " you really must tell me where you found material like that I hear that natural fabrics are going to be very big this winter and it's hard to find a lot of color in them." She paused a moment to nibble on her salad. With a new purpose she suddenly found her appetite returning. An interview was a great idea, and definitely serious journalism so long as she asked the right sorts of questions. How Lin found a clown suit so quickly was near the top, but she would Wyvernia later. With a new purpose she suddenly found her appetite returning." Hello Dashner," she replied automatically, her thoughts turning over how she could pitch this story.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 12:20 am
Fashion really wasn't a topic Ronan had any clue about, so he found himself utterly lost by what Hellene was going on about. "uh.." He was actually almost relieved when a cat girl approached and interrupted.
"Very well... we had already arranged to pl.." but she was already gone, sauntering off with her friends and laughing. Ronan frowned, what was so funny? He glanced to Glen, hoping for some clarification. Were monsters always this confusing?
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 7:13 am
"Oh cool, we'd already agreed to get together to practice tonight." Kai had replied to Toralei when she'd informed him about the Spellbound muster at the Coffin Bean. That was just like Toralei, to take a situation and twist it to try to surprise the people involved. Werecat prerogative, she'd argue. Kai waved as Toralei slinked off to cause trouble elsewhere and finished up his sand-witch from home.
Kai did his best to bring in a lunch every day, because the last time he'd had to stand in line and pick choices from the lurch lady, the line behind him had gotten so long it had snaked into the Choir room.
"So I-" Kai was cut off by the sound of the bell, indicating the end of lunch.
*BRRRRIIIIINNNNG!*
"Aw. Back to the grindstone." Students all looked glumly up from their friends and meals as lunchtime came to an end.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 9:45 am
"Lunch can't be over already?!" Ascreama looked appalled and colour drained from her goo. She stuffed what was left of her blood orange and mascabpone cheese-cake into her mouth and brushed the crumbs from her 'clothes'.
"At least I got to enjoy my mother's wonderful cooking! I had it stashed away in one of my mini fridges in the dorm, but it's all gone now.. Back to lunch line stuff I guess.." She thought aloud and slowly packed up empty tubs and flasks and sighed. Meme stood from the other side of the table and rolled her eyes, "You sound like such a food snob."
Ascreama shook her head "Just picky! I wonder if Bloodgood will let me have a longer break?" She pondered as they headed out of creepateria. "I was shouted at for snacking in class.. If I had a heart, it would have stopped dead from embarrassment! I mean, what the glob, it was like ten o'clock or something. Letting a poor young blob wither away to nothing.. Despicable!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 9:51 am
At the sound of the bell, Glen's face was one of the few that grew eager with excitement. He grasped Draconia by the wrist and smiled brightly at Hellene.
"C'mon ghouls! It's time for Mad Science!"
*YOINK!*
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 11:06 am
Ronan quietly stood, Mad science was the next class and he only hoped everyone else knew where they were going. As Glen dashed off he shook his head, looking to his dorm mate.
"Coming?" He headed toward the doors, passing Meme and Ascreama on the way and waving vaguely. "Ready for science?" He was somewhat excited by the prospect, though also apprehensive. What if he couldn't keep up with the lesson plan? He'd already almost fallen asleep in dead languages! "We should I believe make haste, I heard rumour the teacher likes to lock students out if they are late." He wasn't sure how true that was, but he wasn't really prepared to take his chances.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:52 am
"Twenty-three...twenty-four....twenty-five." Mr. Hackington, or "Mr. Hack" as most of the students called him, pointed at each of the students in turn as he counted who was in this screamester's Mad Science class the period after lunch. He giggled insidiously.
"So...that will be thirteen groups, then. Twelve groups of two, and one group of one! HAH!" Mr. Hack rubbed his hands together in glee before picking up a skull from his desk with the very top of its bony head missing. "For those of you new to this class, here is the most important thing you will need to know this entire screamester - you CAN'T get out of it! Mad Science is required for students to take, every year. You're stuck here."
Mr. Hack shook the skull, revealing several pieces of paper inside of it.
"No iCoffins. Any student caught texting, chatting, playing games or even LOOKING at their iCoffin will have it confiscated. It will be returned upon the completion of a 10 page essay on a subject of MY choice. Heh, heh, heh.
No tardiness! The door is locked at exactly 1 pm. If you are late, you make the class up on Saturday. NO EXCEPTIONS." Mr. Hack slammed down the skull. Several pieces of paper floated up and then back down into the skull. "And now, it is time to assign partners for the lab portion of the course. Feel free to pick your own partners....JUST KIDDING! Prepare to be Drawn and Partnered."
Mr. Hackington reached into the skull and started pulling out student names.
"Atomica Servo! Ronan Aalto!" Atomica looked up at the mention of her name. She was SO not in the mood for this class. With Lin gone, Gryff had retreated to the catacombs hideout,essentially leaving her abandoned in this sea of dork monsters. Her scanners surveyed the class and determined that the overdressed seal boy must be Ronan. She picked up her things and plopped down in the seat next to him.
"Uugggh, let's get this over with already." She groaned at him by way of a greeting. If he had a problem with it, too bad. She was running Grumpy2.0 as a subroutine until school was out and she could reconvene with Gryff at Lin's house.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 9:03 am
"Scarah Screams! Draconia St. George!" Draconia frowned at Glen and Hellene. It was to be expected; last year Hellene and Draconia had meet and become friends because of Mad Science partnering and there was no chance Mr. Hack was going to keep the status quo.
Draconia looked at Scarah, a monster she had seen in classes and in the hallways, but never spoken to personally. She did like Scarah's style. She wondered if they both shopped at Fashion Bytes.
'Sure'n I do, it's the best place for micro-minidresses, don't you know!' Draconia heard an unfamiliar voice in her head! She turned and looked at Scarah across the room, who winked and tapped her temple.
Blimey, partnering with someone who had ESP was going to be an interesting experience!
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 10:00 am
Meme thought that Hackington's.. 'enthusiasm' for teaching was something to be admired, but feared her eccentricity would get on his bad side. She nudged a vampire boy to her left and pulled a face, mimicking Mr. Hack once he was distracted by partnering students. It wasn't in her nature to take things so seriously, and the vampire snorted a laugh in reply.
She looked around the room, wondering who she'd be partnered with. "I better not be with a total slacker.." She groaned internally. "Unless they're some crazy hot acro-bat.. I could put up with that." She bargained with her own mind.
Mad Science was too slow and technical for her short attention span, and having do concentrate enough to do the work of 2 ghouls would drive her further into insanity!
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 10:28 am
Ronan listened with growing trepidation to Mr. Hackingston's ranting and he decided he'd sooner not test the man's patience by getting on his wrong side.
As his name was called his eyes widened and he stared at the robot ghoul who stood and slumped down beside him.
He hesitated, then extended a hand to shake. That seemed to be the standard manner of greeting after all.
"Atomica yes?"
He couldn't help but be fascinated, he'd never encountered an automaton before and the engineering was quite remarkable. He mused that though a strangely inefficient machine to engineer, she was a work of art.
He was about to ask what her purpose was, when Hackington's loud coughing distracted him. Evidently the man had found something particularly funny, Ronan half wished he'd been paying attention to what it was.
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