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 Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:29 am
Meme stood at the helm of a humongous paper boat, soaring through dirty foaming waves. She gasped; right in the ship's path was a huddle of ducklings hurrying after their mother. She span the wheel and nearly careened into a giant gurgling drain when she snored herself awake.
"DUCKS!" She cried as the rumbling snore startled her into jumping out of the bed. Arms up in shocked defence, she looked around to see her invisible room mate's robe flutter out the door and at the same time a flying bowl of water to landed on Meme's head.
Her phone alarm started wailing, giving her no time to worry about soggy hair styles; the day before had been fun but so exhausting that she'd fallen asleep halfway through a make-over and had over-slept.
She charged around the room, pulling on an outfit with safety in mind, strapping on her protective gear and clipping a small bag around her waist. Her roller blades' laces were knotted together and the shoes dangled around her neck as she jogged out the door on her way to try outs.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 1:24 pm
Ascreama's eyelids were heavy and despite snuggling back into the comfortable quilts she couldn't drift back off to sleep. She frowned when she glanced over at the alarm clock nestled between lava lamps. "Nyeh.. Too early.." She rolled around with her back to the clock, pretending she hadn't seen the time.
Over in a large tank, Mr. Blup the lime green jelly-fish, blobbed around his new home, opening his mouth every now and then to let a shiny bubble roll out. He tapped several of his tentacles on the glass, demanding breakfast. Ascreama felt bad at making him wait; she knew he was a spoilt pet, but she also couldn't seem to deny what he wanted. "Sorry my tiny baby-wobbly-wubbly-bubbly" She cooed, shuffling into some clean clothes and over to the tank. As she dropped a few pellets of pet food into his tank a commotion came from the hallway.
Doubling checking her change purse and moanbile phone's battery charge she headed out to investigate the noise, "To breakfast!" She called as she stepped out the doorway and was promptly knocked to the ground by a speeding clown.
"Crazy confetti! Sorry ghoul!" Meme apologized, helped the blob girl up and explained her hurry. Ascreama calmed her nerves by saying try outs didn't start for a couple of hours yet and decided the best way to get her pumped for action was with plenty of coffeine and painstries!
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 6:40 pm
((OOC: Please bear with me as I catch up with the roleplay! School started this week, and I get home at 5 in the afternoon. ))
Anne rolled out of bed, and looked at her alarm clock, then at Marceline's empty bed.
"No, no no no," she shrieked. She was running late for Skulltimate Roller Maze try outs. Anne quickly threw on her outfit, and searched through her bags for her knee and elbow pads, helmet, skates and wrist protectors. "I'M COMING ROLLER MAAAAZE!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 12:44 pm
"Gosh, the NERVE of that guy."
Dashner opened the door heavily and heavily stepped into the bathroom. He heard that tomato juice worked, so he hit some on the way back to this dorm.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 5:12 pm
Marceline LaGhede ]
To: Rory, Ronan, and Dashner
That was CLAWSOME! Coffin Bean? biggrin biggrin biggrin
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:39 pm
Anne got in the shower. When she was out, she put on some clean clothes, and blow dried her hair. She had to look her best on the first day of school!
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:21 am
What a first day it had been, full of ups and downs. Right now all Ronan could think of was getting a shower and nice clean dry set of clothes on.
He'd spent much of his walk back here apologising to those also gunged, evidently they all blamed him for the explosion and not his defective mechanical partner. He only hoped he wouldn't have to work with her again, let someone else deal with her glitching programming.
Clean and back into warm, dry clothes, he mused that overall, his first taste of mainstream schooling really hadn't been so bad after all. Despite the explosive finale, a smile crept across his face. He had made the right choice, he was certain of it. As those at lunch had said, who'd give up the chance to study at Monster High?
Then he remembered he was supposed to meet the Spellbound group. He checked the time, hopefully they wouldn't mind if he was a few minutes late. He grabbed his scarf, his hat and his cards and hurried out.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 6:49 am
Ronan returned to his dorm before Dashner, and set to reading over his class notes while his pet Storm Petrel happily made a nuisance of himself by hopping all over the Selkie's work. Ronan sighed. "I swear you should have been a cat." The bird glared at him indignantly and he laughed. Neither boy nor bird had to wait long for Dashner to return, and his mood was obvious even to the socially inept Ronan. He hadn't really spoken to his dorm mate all day, but now he looked up from his books and tried to look friendly "Good evening Dashner." It was polite to enquire about one's day was it not? So he did. "How was your first day back?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:09 pm
Dashner glared at Ronan and fell onto his bed. He had no words for what had just went down, so he couldn't figure out what to say. He started to feel tears build up in his eyes, but he rubbed his eyes and head them back.
"I-I..."
He couldn't manage. He quickly got some things together before storming into the bathroom to take a shower.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:13 pm
Well that was strange.. Perhaps he wasn't feeling well. With a shrug, he returned to his books. "No Colridge, if he's coming down with something i'd sooner not catch it. " Once more he shooed his pet off his papers and scribbled a few corrections into the margin of his Clawculus worksheet while his dorm mate took an overly long shower. Idly he wondered at what point he should begin to worry and knock on the door.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:17 pm
Dashner finally came out, without saying a word. He stared at Ronan for a second, as Ronan looked at him curiosly. Ronan began to open his mouth to speak, but Dashner interrupted him.
"So, how long is it gonna be before you betray me too?"
With a huff, Dashner got in his bed and pretended to fall asleep.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:25 pm
Ronan was stunned, and utterly confused. Staring after Dashner for a few minutes as he tried to find the words. "I.. will take that to mean you did NOT have a good first day then." He looked to Colridge who gave a high pitched caw, then hopped clumsily onto the selkie's arm and clambered onto his shoulder.
"Good night Dashner, I hope tomorrow finds you in better spirits." He helped his pet back to it's cage; which he kept unlocked so the sea bird could come and go as it pleased; then packed his things away and got himself ready for bed.
The pair fell asleep in silence, Ronan none the wiser as to what was bothering his dorm mate.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:11 pm
Dashner seriously needed help in Dead Languages... And he basically had no choice but to turn to Marceline LaGhede... Hoping he wouldn't regret it, he scheduled a study session in the Doomitories Uncommon room that evening after school. He texted Rorrim to see if he wanted to join them to get a sense of what Monster High was like, he got this reply: A little happy that Marceline might not be as distracted with Rorrim around, he decided he'd get started on his homework.
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He finished his homework about an hour later, and started to wonder where Marceline was. He tried not to think negativity. She could have... Fallen into a black hole?
...
Hours had passed, and Dashner was more angry than worried. She had promised that she'd help him! She was probably either ganging with Rorrim (who could have lied) or she just plain out ditched him! He ripped a paper in half and rested his arm in his lap. Now he was just as clueless about Dead Languages as before, and the monster he used to call a beastie didn't even care.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:22 pm
Marceline scurried into the Doomitories, a full two hours late for her study date with Dashner. She was still in her work uniform, and had a small box of pastries tucked under her arm -- a plea bargain should Dashner be upset with her for being late. Deciding that there was no time to change before studying, Marceline simply passed the ghouls' stairwell and made for the Uncommon Room, where she found Dashner waiting with a sour expression on his face.
"Dash, I'm so sorry I'm late!" She stammered, dropping the box of pastries on the table and slumping into one of the soft chairs; she relaxed for the first time since she woke up that day, and exhaled a heavy sigh as if she hadn't breathed for hours. "We got slammed at the Bean and Char was late and -- You ok? You look like you're bein' stabbed with needles!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:33 pm
Dashner looked up at her, his face red. He had lots to say to her... He sighed and decided that he would only tell her what happened today, and not mention the whole Coffin Bean scene.
"You ditched me, didn't you? It seems like you intentionally stalled before coming... What, is it like you don't care about me anymore?! Or do you care more about Ror-"
He paused. He decided he'd not bring poor Rorrim into this. He cleared his throat.
"Well... Studying won't do itself!"
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