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 Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 2:42 pm
Ronan looked harrassed and stressed when he returned with snacks.
He handed Mothew and Doriana what they'd asked for, then slumped into his seat without a word, breathing a sigh of relief to be back in a seat and not crushed between sweaty strangers.
After a few minutes he spoke.
"What did I miss?" There had been talk of kiss cams, but that was about it. A baffling Uhmerican custom evidently.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 3:11 pm
Motthew looked at him and smiled as he took his drink "There you are! We were starting to get concerned." he chuckled "Seemed like you'd been gone an eternity!" he said, taking a drink of his soda. "You didn't miss much... not really." he chuckled.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 3:19 pm
"I got stranded in a closet with Roswell Grey." He stated matter of factly as he munched his popscorn.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 3:28 pm
Motthew blinked and just looked at Ronan. Did he seriously say that so calmly?
"You... were stuck in the closet?" He couldn't help but laugh a little. It still sounded silly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 3:31 pm
He nodded. "Yes, Roswell dragged me in to get away from the crowds." He shrugged. "I still don't know where Meme and Ascreama disappeared to though."
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 3:50 pm
Motthew couldnt help but still snicker "I see. Well, you had every monster down there, makes sense." He shrugged a shoulder and looked aorund "Dunno. Meme seemed a bit freaked out by something."
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 4:34 pm
Hellene landed near the concession stands. This week had been so hexausting! She'd probably taken 6000 pictures for Spirit Week and was still going strong, then Iris had using Photochop to correct other monsters' photos for the paper. She couldn't not help, she knew how difficult it was to light Rory for pictures and you had to use a very special kind of flash, possibly with a ring mount.
This was her first break since the game started. She'd gotten plenty of good action shots with her high speed camera. Chase leaping through the air always made for a good Gory Gazette cover. There was one of Dashner getting tackled that looked incredibly painful and for a moment her mind flipped to the few sports magazines she'd tried reading to brush up for this event. Football was dangerous and she could see why, in a series of 12 photo taken at high speed of Dash's impact. She'd have to ask him if he was alright later.
Guiltily, she didn't look too much at the rest of her photos. Half of them were of Glen's auntie Scarie. Scarie was always the scare-dresser in Morgue's best photoshoops, though she only did it rarely. Hellene had wanted to get her dog-eared, favorite and much read copy of Morgue with Scarie's famous interview signed, but it remained safely in her locker. She had work to do and her hair was an absolute fright, it wouldn't do to approach Scarie like this.
Hellene sighed and gulped down a Green Ghoul (matcha green tea with Red Ghoul), switched cameras and flew off to take pictures of the crowds in the stands.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 5:14 pm
Gryff picked his way back to his seat, guarding his dark roast cinnamoan latte carefully. Everyone around him was drinking pepscream products and it was enough to set his teeth on edge. Didn't these monsters know how toxic that stuff was for your fangs and body?
He couldn't understand how Lin had talked him into attending this celebration of monstosterone and violence, but he remembered it involved Grimmy McGearloch's cookies and there better be a lot of them.
Someone from one of the teams scored a base on the grass rink and three boos to Gryff's left exploded in cheers, showering him with Murk & Urkes.
"HEY, watch it. If you're going to pay exorbitant mark up on your hydra-fructose scorn-syrup pellets, keep them off me!" he thundered.
Despite the noise of the crowd and their own cheers, the boos heard him and were about to tell him to lighten up but stopped. They stared up at Gryff. This was not a monster who was ever going to lighten up.
"Sorry, bro," one of them said, grinning sheepishly and willing to try being nice.
Gryff's eyes narrowed.
"Yeah, fine, whatever, bro," he replied and stalked back towards his seat.
He didn't have trouble finding it. Lin was curled up under his seat with one of the werecat twins taking a swipe every time he moved his hand out to grab his Pepscream.
"It was the cam! It's the spirit of~"
"mrrrr-ORW."
Gryff loomed over the werecat, pulling down his vintage Paco Werebanne sunglasses. Meowlody, hissing slightly, locked her stare with his. Gryff arched an eyebrow scornfully and Meowlody responded with a scrunched up nose of disdain. Gryff folded his arms. Two nearby students decided now was the best time to use the restroom and hurried off, trying to look casual before bolting. Meowlody pursed her lips and leaned back, contrapposto.
"I bet 5 on the ghoul," someone whispered, "werecat's have the advantage."
"I'll take that, do you know who that guy is?"
"I'll put down 10!"
Gryff's upper lip curled just enough to reveal a perfect never-even-thought-about-having-a-cavity fang. Meowlody's left ear twitched a few times.
Someone tossed a candy corn In the crossfire. As it passed between the combatant's locked gazes, it snapped and bloomed into a kernel of sugary popscorn.
"Is that even possible?!"
"Quick, catch it!"
The popscorn hit the ground smoldering and rapidly turned to ash. It was simply too much scorn for it to handle.
"Mrrrr-FINE! I'm going to find Purrsephone," Mewolody spat, turning and stomping away, "I don't want to sit next to that creep for the rest of the game anyway!"
"Yessss! Pay up!"
"Aw man..."
Gryff smirked and sat down while Lin dragged himself up and dusted himself off. Behind them was the gentle of rustle of money changing claws
"Thanks Gryff!"
"I can't turn my back on you for a second. Here, I got you another Pepscream, so where are those cookies?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 5:23 pm
"Hold it right there, Miss LaGhede!"
Marceline froze, dropping her scorndog into the dirt. She about-faced to where the voice came from and found herself face to face with Ms. Sue Nami, whose narrowed eyes looked her over with a hint of disdain.
"M-m-m-m-Ms. Nami!" Marceline stammered, certain she was in some kind of trouble for attacking Nathair with a soft drink. "I-i-i-I can explain--"
"Save it!" Ms. Nami interrupted. Marceline gulped. This surely meant she would be banned from the Tombcoming Dance, and possibly suspended for a month! She closed her eyes tight, as if expecting a hard blow of justice...
"You've got some throwing arm, young lady. Have you ever considered trying out for the Ghouls' Softskull team? I think you'd make one fine pitcher!"
Marceline peeked through her eyelashes and saw Ms. Nami's expression softened. Softskull? She was never really interested in playing for any teams other than SKRM, but with the season ending by springtime, she hadn't considered any other hextracurriculars...
"Y'know, I never consida'd it, ma'am. Though, I might. Maybe I'll talk t'the coach about it!" She shrugged.
Ms. Nami patted Marceline on the shoulder. "You just did! Here, let me replace your snacks and we can talk a little more about it."
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 6:01 pm
Ronan Aalto "kiss.. cam?" He looked to Roswell for clarification on what that meant. (13 minuets ago...) Previously back in the closet, Roswell explained. "KISS is an earth Rock-band of the highest caliber. They have music played though out the Galaxy, and rightfully so, as they are simply put, one of the best rock bands you're little water planet has to offer."Peaking his head out the closet. "Looks like we are clear, you should order first as I've got much to order." Roswell let Ronan order and return to his seat, as the man behind the counter groaned recognizing Roswell's face and appetite. "Alright Mansters, get ready, the lil Alien kid's here." A gruff Were-Bear said to his Were-Tiger and were-possum bluddies in the back. "Alright kid, what'll it be this time, I stocked extra food for days just in case you'd show up. So the usual?""Affirmative. I'll have the usual, with extra onions." Roswell handed over his blue credit card, the Bear swiped quickly. *Beep!* "You're credit card been declined.""What? What does that mean?" That's never happened before. He looked stunned. Did that mean no food?!? "You ain't got no money." He answered simply with a scowl across his face. Why was he wasting his time? "I-I do not understand..." Roswell he stuttered, looking both heart broken and hungry. That meant No FOOD!! "Ha! What did you think it was unlimited??! Kids these days!!" The Giant Were-bear howled in laughter joined in by his comrades! The Bear threw his useless credit card back at him and bellowed. "You're broke! GET A JOB!"Roswell walked away from their laughter, heart broken, the night before tombcoming?! Thankfully no one has seen it...How humiliating and embarrassing. Spectra's iCoffin appeared from the wall quickly snapping a photo or Roswell's defeat. "I can see the headlines now. ALIEN BOO CRASHES AND PLUMIEST LIKE THE ECONOMY. " Back in his seat, he came back empty handed, and severely depressed. It's been 15 minuets and he didn't have food. Not even the game could distract him form his latest experience. "Melody. My credit card has been declined and we have no food. I hope we do not starve." He looked into his hands, sadly. "I-I need a job..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 11:45 am
Ascreama stood in line to order some food and watched the rather embarrassing scene unfold before her; an alien boo she'd shared marvellous cake at the maul with had his card declined.
"Oh dear.." she sighed, feeling a familiar pang of sadness on his behalf. She approached the counter and tried to look as stern as possible for a squishy pink goo lady. "Now, you listen here.. chef, that was down right rude!" Students around them went quiet and turned to look.
"There's no need to humiliate patrons, donchya know it will deter repeat custom? That's poor a business scheme! I'll pay for that poor boo's food, and I'll have whatever he ordered too!"
Her 'nostrils' flared but she smiled triumphantly.
"Please.." She added with a squeak and give him the money. The were-bear looked shocked but quickly handed over the food.
Ascreama carried the trays away, smiling at her perceived victory. She hurriedly followed after Roswell to his seats. "Wait!" She called after him, "I got your food!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 12:10 pm
Demona looked for Kai, she had ditched most of her classes to go home and sleep. and was unaware of what was happening.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:06 pm
"Ascreama!!" Roswell's mouth watered, and so did his eyes! It was all so beautiful! and so was she. Acreama should have been Prom Queen, she was a kind-hearted ghoul.
He helped her carry the trays and offered her a seat with them.
"This is outa this world! You really should not have done all of this!" He he nibbled on a scorndog, happily munching on it, this time much more slowly taking smaller bites as if it would last longer.
"I mean I heard what you said... It was very kind of you. Thank you!" His words came out with sincerity. Somehow he'd have to find a way to pay her back, he would! It would be epic!!
"I just don't understand how I could have been with out any more credit. Where does this Credit come from? And how can I get more?"
Truly to this Alien, numbers where not that unfamiliar to him, but the subject to credit and money were!!
"I will now need a job!" But when will he have time to sleep for 14 hours!! This was all too MUCH!!
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:25 pm
He nodded. "I should try to find her... " He took out his phone and texted Meme.
Oblivious to how that could be misinterpreted, he pressed send and looked to Mothew.
"I do hope she's alright."
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