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Trira rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:05 pm
Kallos found himself wandering over to the table-smashing gym once again. He really had no idea why he kept coming over here. It's not like he had any strength to smash the tables with.
In any case, he made his way over to the tables again, and studied them. It seemed most of them were made of rock or metal, and that they were designed to make you angry.
Knowing he wouldn't have much luck, Kallos gave a weak punch to the surface of one of the blocking tables.
The table was made of metal.
A reverberating jolt traveled up Kallos arm. Again, he was kind of relieved that he didn't have enough arm strength to actually damage anything himself included. He looked around, holding his arm as if that could stop the jolting jarr still traveling through it.
Maybe someone else had had some luck with the tables?
((Minis name is trira ))
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 100-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:19 pm
Again, Artemis had come to try his luck at breaking a table. All his attempts thus far had been hopelessly futile, and left him bruised and battered. He was quite sick of losing, and even more sick of seeing his own blood. He glowered at the tables, trying to remember which were stone and metal. He wasn't having much luck, until he saw a rather inky boil give a table a punch. Judging on his reaction, the table was NOT a wood one. Good to know, really.
"Hey there, which one of these tables do you think is made of wood?" Not waiting, the Tattoo Demon gave a close by table a light punch. Nope, stone.
"Heh, good thing I didn't hit that too hard. Looks like I've been learning my lesson." Propping his elbow on the table, he turned to face the rather secretary like ghost.
"So, what's your name bro? I'm Art, Tattoo Demon extraordinaire."
((SN: Carhop Calvalier))
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chiickadee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
77
Total: 77 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:21 pm
Alright. This was it. Operation Steal Fishy Friend was go. Sebastian had been looking for another good table to smash when he noticed Kallos attempt to attack a table. Ha! He couldn't even break through one table! (Nevermind that Sebastian hadn't been able to break any decent ones either...)
Still, Sebastian's mind worked like this:
Step 1: Impress or Intimidate Kallos with amazing table smashing abilities
Step 2: Ask politely/intimidatingly for fishy friend
Step 3: Celebrate forever.
Sebastian waltzed over to Kallos and said, "Excuse moi monsieur, can I help?" You know, from this angle. Kallos was actually a pretty cute kid. He could probably grow up to be pretty attractive. Sebastian shook that thought from his head though. It was time for table smashing, not admiring!
The undead boil didn't even wait for Kallos to respond. With a balled fist, he threw a punch at the metal table. This is where the plan went wrong. Sebastian let out a yelp and then sucked on his knuckles. "Owwwww," he moaned. "Why didn't you tell me it was metal!"
Sebastian honestly hadn't even noticed the demon standing next to Kallos. He was far too focused on Kallos and his fishy friend.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:48 pm
Kallos was a tad startled when someone started speaking on the other side of him. The little haunt jumped slightly, turning to look at the new arrival. The other had apparently found a table made of stone to lean on, and was introducing himself.
A Tattoo Demon...Kallos realized he wasn't so sure of how he felt about tattoos. Yes, they were ink, but they were ink injected into other's skins. Considering the fact that most of Kallos' ectoplasm was already riddled with ink, he had no idea why someone would want to do that to themselves.
In shot, if Kallos had been alive at the time when tattoos had started being released into the world, he most likely would have been one of those people who were afraid of them. (But then again, he probably had been afraid of everything anyway. Too bad he was a ghost and couldn't remember though.)
"H-hello..." He paused, still rather terrified by the idea of talking with scary people. Realizing he should introduce himself, he said, "My name i-is Kallos, I-I'm a Calligraphy Pen Haunt..." He gave a slight nod, about to mention that Art was a fitting name for a Tattoo Demon, but then jumped slightly instead when he heard someone ELSE speak. Kallos looked to the other side, and found none other than Seb, the undead who seemed kind of obsessed with his fish from the goldfish stand. As the undead tried to punch the table, Kallos opened his mouth, about to warn the other that it was metal.
He didn't warn him in time. At the question of why he didn't warn him, Kallos looked at him and said, "Y-you didn't g-give me enough time t-to."
Kallos looked back between the two equally scary people he was talking to, then said, "A-ahm, oh, S-seb, t-this is Art. A-Art, this is Seb..." Introductions all round sounded like a good idea to the little secretary-like ghost.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 3:10 pm
Sebastian was started to see the demon standing so close. Had he been their the whole time? Great, now he had embarrassed himself in front of Herryk at Time Out's gym, AND two people at Rage' gym. Just fabulous.
"What the little one said," he murmured, gesturing to Kallos. "Je m'apelle Sebastian. Agréable pour vous rencontrer." Sebastian slipped into French to avoid the awkward introductions. Besides, maybe if Art didn't know French, he would sound slightly more intelligent to the two boils?
Turning back to Kallos, Sebastian gave a sort of pouting, pensive look. It probably looked like he was about to bring the wrath of Jack down upon Kallos, but Sebastian's intention was false. He really couldn't think up a good excuse for Kallos- he really hadn't given the boil enough time.
Instead, all he offered up was, "Ah, yeah sorry. You're right." Sebastian was finally getting an up close look at the boil for more than a few seconds. His ascot was actually rather nice. Sebastian told himself he was going to try to be more boilish at this school, but he couldn't help it. "That ascot is to die for. Where'd you get it?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 3:20 pm
Whoa, there was another boil here? That was cool, he guessed. Although, he did seem to have a bit of a creeper thing going on for Kallos. Huh... must be one of those Undead things. Art just shrugged and shook both the boils' hands. "Pleasure to meet you both." He girnned, looking at the Calligraphy Pen Haunt, and then the Undead.
Wait, did Seb just say that Kallos' ascot was fabulous? What the Jack was an ascot? And... what, did he just speak French? This guy was a little... off? Well, no, just different. Unique, as his mother would say.
"I honestly have no clue what you just said. You should try speaking a more common language, people might actually want to be your friend." He chuckled, slapping the undead boil on the back. It may have sounded harsh and cruel to most people, but to Art, it sounded like good advice!
"So, any of you guys enrolled yet?" He tried changing the subject, since, y'know, clothing talk was for ghouls.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 3:50 pm
Kallos saw that the introductions weren't going over too badly, so he looked between the undead and the demon again. Seb had slipped into french again, which he seemed to do quite often. (He'd done it every time Kallos had seen him somewhere, after all.)
Kallos looked back to the other ink-involved person and shook his hand as it was offered, careful not to accidently poke the other boil with his pen-nib-like nails. "I-it's nice to meet y-you too." He said, trying to act as calm and not terrified as he could.
Then, Seb looked kind of angry with him. Kallos paled and shrunk back a bit, but he was starting to understand that Seb just...had a scary face to begin with. When he apologized, Kallos gave a little nod. "I-it's f-fine." Seb seemed to be a tad impatient sometimes, after all.
And then Kallos kind of just stared at Seb, a somewhat baffled expression on his face as he subconsiously reached up and felt the material around his neck. He was so startled that he actually remembered and answered. "A-ah, i-it was from the s-store down the t-third side-lane o-off of the main s-street, a-about seven b-buildings down." Kallos couldn't remember the actual name of the store, but that was alright.
As Art asked about if either of them were enrolled, Kallos gave a shake of his head. "I-I'm not...W-What about you?" He asked the Tattoo Demon, trying to suppress the natural fear he felt from being around frightening people.((OOC Note: I'm going out for a few hours. Sorry! (You guys can continue, and I'll catch up when I get back? ^^; ) ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:14 pm
Sebastian gave a glare at the boil. How dare he insult both French and fashion? "Je ne ferai pas," he said, with some spite in his voice. He would speak in French as much as he damn well pleased! If he didn't like it ... well then Sebastian didn't want to be his friend anyways! With a hand on his hip he said, "I do not need to be friends with all people."
Then Art slapped him on the back. Pretty much the worst thing he could've done in the given situation. Sebastian gave a little yip and then scooted about five feet away. It was so uncomfortable feeling and this boil was so rude. Definitely not on Sebastian's good list. With as much spit as he could put into a mundane answer he said, "Je ne suis pas inscrit, vous le connard." He added the cuss word on the end for himself. Why not? It's not like Art would understand him.
With a deep breath, Seb let it go. Turning back to Kallos, his expression lightened as the boil answered his question. Main street huh ... ! "Oh! You mean Never 21. That store does have good silk. Or is it cotton? One of the two." He tapped his chin as if he was browsing through the store right then and now.
Though it was probably pretty awkward and creeperish of him, Sebastian also added, "I-is your fishy friend okay? Your dog hasn't eaten it right?"
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Natsuko-neko rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 36 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:37 pm
Kazuka had taken a small brake from the gym to let his hands heal from the previous mishaps, as well as taking care of the little visitor he had found in his shirt the last time. This time he didn't let the rage bother him in the slightest as he tried to punch into the gym for the third time and failed yet again. The reaper just sighed slightly then went back to the nursing station yet again.
Natsukoneko
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 33 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:46 pm
In his rage Israfel punched what he thought was another table.  MORE. PAIN. MORE RAGE. ((Word count: 15 Total: 462 SN: Vamps))
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iStoleYurVamps
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Ice Queen rolled 1 100-sided dice:
22
Total: 22 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:00 pm
This booth was seriously getting on his nerves, Roch thought as he eyed the tables set up to punch. One of these had to be something other than rock or metal, right?? He walked around the booth for a long moment, eyeing each of the tables curiously before picking one. Finally.
He pulled back his fist, slamming it into--
"SON OF A PUMPKIN!" he bellowed, tears welling up in his eyes. He could have sworn that was a normal table!! Jackdammit! He danced around, holding his hand with his other and cursing the son of a witch that had came up with this game.
Pissed off he kicked the rock wall with the ball of his foot, then summoned his guitar to bash it into the rock a few times, at least trying to mess up that jackdamned paint job.
Then he stopped, let his guitar disappear, and took a deep breath. This didn't call for rage. This called for revenge. Which he would get.
As soon as he could come up with something.
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[ X_Bleeding Roses_X ] rolled 1 100-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:53 pm
Mandy looked at the tables in front of her sullenly, pouting in silent frustration.
She knew there were real tables among them, creatures around her had found and broken them.
She just hadn't been among them.
Half-heartedly she kicked the table in front of her, stubbing her toe painfully in the process.
She was past caring.
((SN: rosie))
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Kanth rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:16 am
A few hours had passed before Marosa decided to try his luck again, using the same fist he'd used before; his right fist was still healing, but his left could still use some toughening up.
At least he didn't have to punch people to get something he was hoping for. That would have been awkward.
He'd found another stone table, and sighed as he rubbed his hand gingerly. At this rate, he wouldn't feel any pain at all.
Glancing around, Marosa idly wondered if there would be anyone willing to talk. Well, besides screaming, that was.
(( User: Marosa ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:49 am
Well, that hadn't gone over well. What a stubborn boil, not wanting to take his advice. Oh well, his fault. Art simply shrugged, and continued to lean on his table, watching the interaction between the two other boils.
He had to quirk an eyebrow at the way Seb was approaching Kallos. Total creeper, man, even by Halloween standards. The Tattoo Demon was unsure of how to react; amused, or concerned? Both? Yeah, let's go with both.
"Haha, nah, I'm not enrolled just yet. Trying though." He responded to Kallos, before adjusting his elbow to a more comfortable position. "So you said you're a Haunt? Inhabiting a calligraphy pen? That's pretty baller, man." Hmm, what else to say. The boil seemed timid, and Art didn't want to lose a possible friend by going in too fast.
"You like to draw?"
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:05 am
Having successfully tackled the Junkyard, Ulmuka was feeling confident. Nevermind that his hands were KILLING him from his past punches as well as hours (or was it days?) of mining garbage in a stinky tunnel.
He came at the tables hard, screaming loudly. The screams continued, albeit much angrier, when he found he'd once again punched a METAL table.
If he ever saw this RAGE guy out in public......
(( sn: iloveyouDIE ))
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