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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 6:39 pm
When Christof offered the forms, she pursed her lips and glared. Colette had wanted to say something snide along the lines of reminding him she just said, "I don't have a pen right now," but Barth had already dismissed the boil's attempt with other instructions and she tried to ignore the patchwork.
Colette's grip on the mark eased up as she listened to Barth explain. If that was it, then it was fine with the ghoul. Oddly enough, the fact it was Barth's mark specifically had made her less uncomfortable as well, and she finally just let go of her hand.
"Alright then. Easy enough," Colette said after learning how to remove the mark. It was just a reminder to do the form for him - which she would - and didn't seem dangerous at all.
She took the last part as less of a warning and more of a reminder of the task he had to do compared to her feeble one of filling out a form. Though he had been the one to offer and such in the first place, it wasn't really equal, and she felt bad. Colette bent down to pick up the laundry Barth had been moving around with his foot and looked at him apologetically. "Thanks again." She sounded sort of guilty.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 7:03 pm
Coralie looked at the red headed girl she recognized from truth or dare. She had been one of the fun, willing ones if she remembered correctly. So she offered the other ghoul a grin. LW hu? "Cora," she told them. She had offered her full name the once and since it wasn't her favorite, she didn't offer it again. She saw no need.
"The teachers just like stopping us from having fun," She said lightly. She passed Morton a sideways glance, apparently curious at his more sober attitude. She didn't complain about it, though, just watched him thoughtfully. "And I doubt," she said, leaning against one of the cauldrons, "This is the kind of work that ever gets done. They put us here because its grunt work and will ware us out if we try to push through it."
And she laughed at Morton's comment on LW's tail. "Are you pandering for scratches? Because if she is a wolf, you might need to give her some instead," she said, meant in good humor towards both of them. She had temporarily stopped working and didn't seem too eager to pick up the slack, either. Apparently she believed her earlier comment, so unless she could turn the work interesting somehow...people watching and interacting was better.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:02 pm
Junkos smile caught and returned by the water. She was glad really, that the other ghoul was feeling better, and that she didn't seem to mind their punishment so very much. Despite having had nothing to do with Junko's attendance to the game, she still felt responsible for the girl. Among other interesting emotions. Possession, protection, friendship, comfort.. To name a few.
Licking her lips, Yaya turned her attention back to her work, or at least that was her intention, but the expression on Christof's face caught and held her focus. Following the line of his unhappy sight, she found the source of that unhappiness.
Mediterranean blues narrowed slightly at the sloth demon. She liked Barth, they were similar beings, but she didn't like the way he effected the patchwork. She wasn't sure why exactly, but something compelled her to comfort the poor boil whenever the sloth demon did something thoughtless to upset him.
"Christof, can you help me a moment." A little distraction was in order, perhaps?
((1188 words))
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:12 pm
Christof hesitated when he heard his name called, glancing around a moment while wary to take his eyes off of Colette or Raziel. Protect your Master going through his head like a chant- But that voice... he knew that voice. It meant Yaya and her soft, tender hands that liked to paw and caress.
The hunchback faltered, glancing from Barth to the Vats and Yaya and back again. Well... well a few minutes wouldn't hurt anything right? He'd... no, no no the moment he turned his back the Sloth would be crawling into a pile of clean laundry and sleeping through detention! And worse- getting the clean sheets messy again in the process! But... those hands and that lovely design and he needed his pen back and...
He wobbled, hands lowering as he was frozen with indecision.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:09 pm
"Sometimes fun can cross the boundaries of what you can and can't do. I personally find it fun to kick skulls in, but I can't do it on a daily basis. 's why I signed up to become a Bogeyman and do it to trash," Red interjected as she entered the room and passed Coralie. "You should be more careful about what sort of 'fun' you look for next time. Back to work now." She continued through the room, stopping at Morton, Riley, and Christof. "You three, good work so far. You may leave if you wish." Quote: Remember, you need 999 words to recieve a growth point towards this RP, unless you escape! I will post a list of all eligible growth point recievers at the end of this Detention session. With Red's return, a 20-sided dice roll that yields a 3 or 13 will allow you to escape. 2 and 10 result in failure. If you have fulfilled the requirements*, please post LEAVING! somewhere in your post should your character wish to leave Detention. Once you leave, you cannot return! *The three students I named are the ones I know of who are done 'cause you guys are awesome and posted in tiny OOC text that you beat the word count. xDDDD Could those of you still working on the requirements please post a word count with your next post? Thanks!
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:40 pm
He had really lost count of how many bundles of blankets he had moved from one vat to the other, but his body was seriously on the hating path at the moment. His arms arched from the weight of some of it, as he was used to heavy things but this blankets weighed more than he ever could have expected, but he made himself keep going. After all, there were several good things to look forward to! A bath... a very long hot scrubbing one... feeding the minions... plotting dinner date things. He still had to make sure his gift for Carry was ready and looking good enough to present to her. The last thing he'd wanna do is give her something shoddy.
But what would be good enough for a classy dinner? He could make it himself, but if he asked her what she liked, would that give away his plan? A frown tipped his lips as he hefted his next load and moved to put it int he right vat. Last thing he wanted to do was be obvious about what he wanted to do. Ruined surprises were not fun. He could always ask a ghoul for some ideas... but who to ask? He could as Lizzy... but... it was also embarrassing for him to ask something like that. ugh! Why was this dating stuff difficult!? Even if it was fake, it still required a lot of planning and inner fretting! No wonder people got stressed out over relationships.
But least his stress was trying to make sure he didn't fail and not be a good enough 'boilfriend'. He would do everything he could to be the best he could be... How much longer would he be stuck doing this? Though he wasn't about to leave until the other people he knew could, he still was getting tired.
((Final word count: 1227 words. Yay he's done!! but he's waiting))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:13 am
Lilith wasn't really pleased that professor Red had come back so soon. She should have just not come back, the gnomes would have kept them here as long as they could so that they could prolong the time they didn't have to do their job by as much as they could. With all the people in the laundry room, it would have been harder for gnomes to be able to tell that she was just standing there and not doing work but with professor Red back, the necromancer had a greater chance of getting reprimanded for not doing her "punishment". Pfft, punishment. Lilith did nothing wrong. At least not today. She would never agree that she had done something from just for being there. There were certainly worse things the necromancer did, but never got punished for. Perhaps this was retribution for all those times, but Lilith refused to admit that could be it.
Trying to foreign the appearance of work, the necromancer actually slowly moved over towards the washed laundry. She casually looked around at her fellow victims and didn't took all that pleased. This might have been a suitable punishment for someone who had stripped, but Lilith hadn't. Even if she had considered it, she hadn't actually. Her mind was focused on that, how she was being punished for something she didn't do by someone who surely had done much worse things between the time she was gone from the laundry room than what everyone in the laundry room had done in the past week. She took her time looking for something to hang up to dry while she was thinking about this indecency. After awhile, she finally found something not completely awful. It was the smallest, cleanest thing she could find. It would work. She hung it up, careful not to do it too fast now before she'd have to find something else to hang.
(( 838/999 ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:26 am
"I can't even remember anything that happened." Junko grumbled as Red gave her mini lecture and sighed. And she had a headache to boot! She'd just keep distracting herself with the laundry. Junko looked up when she heard Yaya calling for Christof to go to her, pouting a little at her friend. Damn! There went her helper. Though considering Yaya was a very...er...no, she didn't want to say Yaya was lazy more...well...considering all the resting and napping Yaya did Junko wouldn't fret too much over it. Just now it meant she had actually touch these things. Ugh. Junko sighed and gingerly picked up the less dirty blankets, moving as quickly as possible so that she could be rid of these blankets and go back to get the rest to put into the soap cauldron. Sogrosssogrosssogross! Was Yaya done with Christof yet? Pleeeease be done with Christof!
Junko cast a glance back at the pair as discreetly as she could, not wanting to look desperate for Christof's help. Yes, Junko was perfectly okay with doing laundry but these blankets were just...she was not touching the bleach ones. No jackdamned way.
((Total count: 1,117 words!))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:46 am
For one, Yaya wasn't pandering for assistance. Christof had looked rather upset at the sloth demon, and the djinn was hoping to distract him. Of course, noticing the way Junko kept glancing their way, she couldn't help but notice that her gentle meddling was effecting more then just the patchwork. "There's just too many blankets in my cauldron, I was wondering if you could take a few to Riley before getting back to Junko?" She hitched a smile upon dark lips, gesturing towards the swirling water with her free hand, and subsequently withdrawing her influence so the churn of the steaming bath slowed to stop.
Turning vivid blues to Junko, she rolled a shoulder, the corner of her lips twitching in an apologetic sort of look.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 1:05 am
(( fffffff catching up post whaaaat ))
Amrita had been quite busy focusing on stirring; once there were blankets and whatnot in this cauldron, it got heavy! After a little while she had to struggle a little bit to keep stirring; damn her young and rotting body! Daaaaamn yooooou! A particularly rancid blanket was passed her way and the stench forced her to pause, a free hand coming up to her mouth to try and stiffle the need to gag, her eye watering with disgust. Oh why hadn't more of her nose rotted off?! The smell was just...augh! So terrible. So, so terrible. Sadly this was when Lizzy started screaming for help, and the Vetala was too busy trying to not pass out from the smell.
By the time the disgusting blanket was done for, her Demon friend seemed to be okay, and in a group of others who were taking good care of her. As guilty as she felt with not going over to see if she was okay, she didn't want to interrupt and besides...they were in detention, it wasn't ghoultalk time. She'd hunt find the Demoness later to catch up...and to apologize profusely for being a terrible friend. In the process, she also seemed to forget that Raziel had asked her a question; not that it mattered as he seemed to have left anyway!
That pause to try and not keel over sadly put her behind in her work, and once she was able to she stared back into the cauldron, making unhappy faces at it until she was ready to try and stirr it some more. Ugh if it was heavy before...it'd be ridiculously heavy now! Uugh this was terrible. The rancid stench was stuck with her now, she felt bad enough being in detention while being a terrible friend and to top it off her workload seemed to have doubled. Today was terrible...and she was never going to accidentally go to group things in the middle of the night. Ever.
If she did, she hoped to remember to leave before staff members arrived. That seemed like the smartest route to go.
(( 653/999 ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 5:11 am
"I'm Claire." she said, wiping the goo off her shirt and eying it with disgust.
"Bathroom? Sounds horrible! Bathrooms are gross places. And you had to clean it, I assume? UGH." She whispered and looked at him sympathetically. The sheet she was cleaning hissed as a substance looking suspiciously like acid burned a hole through the otherwise clean sheet. She shuddered to think who in halloween town had been sleeping there. Claire simply stuffed it from sight, hoping nobody would blame it on her. It wasn't her responsibility. Really. She adjusted her nose peg to really block the smell. Even her stomach (who she had named Tom) was biting its lip in disgust. Her shirt was growing dirtier by the second and she nodded in silent agreement about the pink cleaning costume idea that Israfel had said earlier. Surely that would be fair. Plus, pink was pretty and she would laugh to see all the boils wearing them. She vaguely wondered why they had to be pink, but that wasn't her main concern.
At least her shirt was old. She felt sorry for those wearing their finest attire. She let herself have a quick scan of the room to see what others were up to. Nothing much. They all seemed to be a bit grossed out, however.
The Red lady had dismissed a few including Barth's friend the hunchback. Were hunchbacks good at cleaning? Maybe they were. Claire would ask him later about that.
She got back to work by picking up the next sheet which was coated in ectoplasm of a color that could only be described as, well... Breen.
She held it up to Israfel to see his opinion.
"What color would you say this is? I think it's a breen-y color. I made that word up, Breen. It's a mixture of brown and green. I quite like it. I think everyone should use it." She smiled at him and continued cleaning the sheet.
((word count 666/1000
i'm going to indonesia tomorrow and I haven't packed so I probably wont be on for the next two weeks apart from updates/pictures of stuff.
I'm really sorry!
I don't think I can finish this rp so no points for meeeee ;u;
VAMPS: uh um maybe you could say goodbye to her and go elsewhere? IDK just whatever's easiest ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 5:31 am
Alright, several more stacks to go. She'd already laid several bundles of blankets onto the ropes to dry, but the supply seemed utterly endless. Carthusia looked up and saw that Livius, her pseudo-boilfriend, was already done and politely waiting. Ugh! Better pick up the pace, then! Carry couldn't bring herself to make him wait - that would be rude and terrible of a ghoulfriend! She wasn't even getting ready for a date and didn't have the excuse that she was powdering her nose or something! She chewed on her lower lip while folding another stack of blankets to carry to the drying area. Washing them was actually not too bad - she enjoyed the feel of labor on her muscles, truth be told.
Taking up another stack, the Pride demoness walked back to the drying area and began to hang each blanket, one by one. She looked over to Livi gave him her best 'I swear I'm trying to hurry up, I promise!' look while tended to each item in the stack. The drying area was getting fuller by the moment now, but at least some people were already done. That meant a sign of salvation for everyone else stuck in detention. Taking up the last blanket, Carry shook it out and pinned it on the line just as she had all the others. Smoothing out her dress, she let out a sigh of relief and walked over to Livi. Four stacks and who knew how much time spent here, and she was finally done.
Now, what had Livi been planning all this time?
(( My own reference: 1112 words! ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 5:36 am
The unrecognizable blankets smelled worse than they looked. As Nyyrikki laid there, thinking about how awful his life was going to be here at Amityville, his eyes began to water and he feared that the smell was sinking into his clothes. How many showers would he have to take? Tonight was wasted. He'd be trying to get rid of memories of laundry. Awful, smelly, kid-poisoned laundry.
He slowly got to his feet, having trouble after the fall his took, and ran a hand through his uneven hair. This was ridiculous. He'd sat and watched everyone at Truth or Dare. He hadn't even had a chance to ask anyone. This punishment was so unjust.... He heaved a quiet growl and snatched blankets from the pile, stomping towards the cauldron to drop them in. Suddenly, those lazy gnomes were seeming less and less amusing, and more and more aggravating. If they would do their damn job, he wouldn't be here either.
His rage boiled inside and his eyes glowed faintly behind the shadow of his hood. He was not a happy reaper. As if that weren't obvious.
"Auuuuggggh!" He dropped to his bum and crossed his legs, propping his forehead on his palms. He was a slacker by nature, and a grump by morning. Not to mention he was tiiired. Could he just go back to his dorm now?
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 6:08 am
Lizzy was mildly surprised when the Pride Demoness spoke to her, but immediately turned around to face her with a smile after she was done with hanging up the last blanket she had earlier removed from the pile. She was even more beautiful up close, and Lizzy had to agree that if the rumors were true about her and Livi dating (and they must be, since they were giving each other those looks just now), Livi's taste in ghouls is as good as his taste in clothing! They do make a stunning pair!
"Even if they had allowed me to leave, I would have stayed to help anyway, to speed things up," She chuckled lightly, nodding before gesturing at Tess and Amrita, who were both stirring, albeit at different cauldrons, "I wish to leave only when my friends are done with their chores as well..."
She then paused, trying to recall the other ghoul's name from the game of Truth or Dare that had landed them in this mess in the first place. Having a good memory is important for someone who wish to operate a shop, after all - customers adore it when a shopkeeper is able to remember them! After a second's thought, she laid out the first name that came to mind when she thinks of the Demoness' face, "You are Carry, yes? Its a real pleasure to finally speak to you, although I can't help wishing it was in a better time and location!"
[Word count: 1579 as of this post; waiting for Enoh & Huni 8D]
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:41 am
Finally, his urge to help overcame his protective instincts. The professor had returned and... said he could leave? Leave now? But there was still so much to be done! Glowering at Barth another moment, his gaze flicked back to Colette and he raised two fingers, up to his eyes before turning his hand to point at the reaper girl. He'd be watching her. There was no way she'd steal his Master out from under his nose. There was plenty still to sort, since only Junko seemed to be sorting properly. They'd be kept busy for a little while longer. He was feeling a hair selfish as well, turning to stalk towards Yaya and those magical massaging hands. He could use a massage, thank you!
But... then her further instructions came and he deflated slightly. Well... helping is what he did best, right? Maybe there would be a massage at the end. He nodded, albeit a touch gloomily as he used a soapy sheet to try to wipe the grime off of his arms and tossed it into the dirty pile again before reaching for a heavy, sopping load of Clean to deliver to the driers. He didn't know what hte big deal everyone seemed to be making over this Detention thing. It was just Laundry for fear's sake!
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