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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:37 pm
"I did for the first part, I'll have to figure the second part out and drop it off later." Mitsu admitted. Coming up with people to fit the best of 'insert whatever here' was going to be interesting. She would have to give it some thought.
"So you ready to head out and get cleaned up?" Mitsu wasn't opposed to sticking around but she wasn't sure if Shun wanted to loiter while covered in goo.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:44 pm
"Eh. I didn't bother with most of those," Shun stated. He really hadn't. It felt kind of pointless to him. As for her question, he nodded in reply.
"If you wish to stick around, you can. But, I'm going to head back," he said, in case she wanted to stay in the area. He wasn't going to force her either way.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:51 pm
"I don't mind," Mitsu smiled holding Shun's arm firmly despite the goo residue. "Actually I wanted to show you something on the way if you don't mind taking a detour." She was a little off on the date but something told her that really wouldn't matter. It was probably silly anyway but she wanted for a moment to think back when they first arrived here at school.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:56 pm
Shun tilted his head curiously at that.
"Oh? Well that's fine with me. Let's go on ahead then," he nodded before leaving with her.
((Exit))
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:58 pm
Giving another wave to the staff manning the booth Mitsu walked along side Shun leading him toward the place she wanted to show him.
((exiting))
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:08 pm
The horse boil was simply walking by when he spotted the booth. What activity was the school trying to promote this time, he wondered and went to investigate the small crowd that had gathered. The other students were filling up some sort of forms and the tikbalang was about to leave when he spotted a familiar face. Or sorta.
He hadn't really seen Amrita in ages, not since oh Jack was that really last year? The ghoul he was looking at might be someone else who simply resembled her. But the backward limbs made him think twice, after all how many of her kind were there at school? "'Scuse me," he began as he approached, "Are y' Amrita?" he asked, going straight to the point because, well, that's was Tro did.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:47 pm
Amrita gave Shun another innocent look; Mushrooms. She wasn't the only one to fill the boxes, after all! She didn't have much time to dwell on poor Shun's bad luck as Israfel caught her attention.
"Oh! Ah, yes, Hello Israfel, well--" Straightening, she dusted herself off (though she had no reason to), and gave a sheepish smile to the Siren in question. "I'm trying to, at least!" Amrita watched Israfel put the ballots in their boxes to make sure he had put them in their proper places (as he was the first to do it himself), and once it was done she took the clipboard back to pass off to Ren for new papers.
As she turned to get gifts for both Israfel and Mitsu, she noticed a certain someone with a flaming tail (thankfully she bit back the urge to STOMP THE HELL OUT OF IT) messing with some of them. Almost instantly she frowned, and leaned down to peer over the ghoul's shoulder.
"Danny." She said first, sounding momentarily unimpressed. Danny was...opening boxes? Why would she do that? "Whattcha doin?" This time she didn't sound unimpressed, just curious; she'd seen that the boxes were getting refilled with something, so at least that was okay! Still, she had no idea what those things were, and...well, she liked to know some things. Sometimes.
Luckily for Danny, Petro distracted her, and reminded her that she had a job to do.
"Sorry about that~ Thanks for filling them out! Have a great day~!" Israfel and Mitsu were given their gift boxes, and then Petro had all her attention. Oh Jack, she hadn't seen him in a very long time! The boil hadn't changed much, but...he looked a little uh, pock-marked. Just a little.
"Yes! I am, Hello Petro! It's been a while, how's your feet?" One of their last meetings ended with DC burning the poor boil; hopefully he'd healed, though he seemed fine when he initially asked her to scarentines so long ago.
istoleyurvamps Israfel has been added to the raffle! - Please choose an OOC gift from the list here if you would like one! Inu-Mitsu Mitsu has been added to the raffle! - Please choose an OOC gift from the list here if you would like one!
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:57 pm
So it was her! Jack he barely recognized the ghoul he had carried to protect from the fire during that trip to Christmas Town. It felt so long ago that the horse boil smiled from nostalgia, if for just a moment. Then his expression turned serious as he listened to the ghoul. "My feet'r doing fine," he assured her, lifting one leg to show the callused soles of his feet and to wiggle his toes. "I see y'r hands and feet'r still backwards." He still remembered the initial panic he felt when he first saw the ghoul's limbs and how foolish his reaction was upon learning that that's the way her kind were.
"What's going on here?" his second question was accompanied with a cant of his head at the clipboards some of the students were holding or returning.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:09 pm
At the mention of her hands, Amrita held them out in front of her; if anyone else did it, their palms would be facing outwards. When she did it, the palms of her hands naturally faced her. As she admired her own backward traits, her eyes trailed down to the lifeless vines that peeked out from the stitches on her right wrist. They were associated with horrible memories, but they were important and, therefore, stayed. "Aha, yes, they certainly are!" She grinned through her fingers at him, though her gaze moved along his bare torso, more specifically on the marks that littered his body. "Err...what happened? Are you okay?" Some of those looked...kinda fresh, actually.
"We're going to try and make a yearbook! It's like...a memory of our time here. Happier times here." She added, albeit a little quieter than the rest. "But it's just...a little bit about yourself, and then you can vote your friends for certain categories! There's no prizes really - well except these gifts-" She gave a brief gesture to the pile of gift boxes (some of which were still being tampered with by Danny). "- But it's just something fun! Would you like to fill one out?" The clipboard she was holding was offered to him, her eye wide and hopeful on her old friend.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:12 pm
Ren was busy flipping clipboards this way and that, attempting to organize them into "filled out," "partially filled out," and "not filled out at all," stacks on the booth's top. Pushing a few to his left - then another to his right - he gathered up the blank sheets and turned back around.
"CLIPBOARDS GET YER CLIPBOARDS HERE!" Ren bellowed, leaning with an arm resting on one of Roch's shoulders. "Just take one, fill out the form, get a little thank you from the lovely Amrita here, bing bam boom, you're done. Takes like five minutes. Anyone need one?"
Then he pulled out his skellyphone, and still leaning on Roch, typed out a quick message:OnionGrump Yo, dawg, come fill out a form at the yearbook booth just outside the cafeteria. OnionGrump I'll give you a treat if you do. OnionGrump Find Haze and bring him too.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:25 pm
Roch snickered. Then he frowned slightly, leaning closer to Ren to ask something that was really, really bugging him. "Hey, man, uh, what do you do when a ghoul you don't even know just calls you amazing for like, no reason?" he whispered.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:33 pm
OnionGrump butts butts butts butts butts
"Accept it as a compliment," he said back, just as quietly. Idly he tugged on a lock of his hair and added, "Or maybe she likes you and is trying to tell you something by complimenting you. Or maybe she just really thinks you're cool and admires you."
A small pause.
"Ghouls are confusing."
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:34 pm
The boil gave the ghoul a crooked smile at the confirmation of her limbs. "Wouldn't have recognized y' if it weren't for 'em." And when she turned the question back to him, the boil's smile didn't even falter. Mostly because it never occurred to him that she was talking about his body's addition of scars. "'M good, y' don't gotta worry 'bout me." It wasn't a lie per se. Tro had seen better days, emotionally speaking but physically it was nothing to him. At least not after he got himself looked at and patched up by the Nurse.
"Yearbook?" Tro repeated, uncertain of how the word rolled of his tongue. He accepted the clipboard, brown eyes skimming along the questionnaire, uncertain how comfortable he would be in sharing information about himself and by extension his clan. "'S this important to y'?"
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:52 pm
Behind Roch, there was a certain boil studiously ignoring the other grim reaper as he stepped up to the booth and smiled brightly at the ghoul behind it.
"Good afternoon," Sparrow Heartreed said cheerfully, and slipped a clipboard from Ren's hand to fill it out - very slowly and with a great deal of concentration, it seemed.Quote: YEARBOOK QUESTIONNAIRE All About You! Name: Sparrow Heartreed Faction: Grim Reaper Dorm: xCurrent Year: Y2 Date Enrolled: May 19th, 2011If Y2, when did you become Y2?: December 9th, 2011If Y3, when did you become Y3?: N/A yet BUT SOON Picture Time! Pictures of You: Y1 Y2 WIPPictures you'd like in Yearbook: x x x x x x x x x
"It's quite nice of you to set this up," he said lightly to the ghoul. "I rather look forward to the yearbook when it comes out."
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:53 pm
"Yeahhhh, now I'm even MORE confused," Roch admitted. "Thanks man." Then he looked at the mermaid again, pondering the situation for a long, long moment before shrugging. "Eh, not my type," he decided. "Besides, I am amazing," he added, cockily. It was only fitting after that all powerful crack. He thought for a moment over what sort of song they could do with just a voice and a guitar. "Y'know I won't give up?" he asked. "By Hateson Mraz?" He started playing the beginning chords.
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