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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 5:36 pm
 Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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After doing plenty of dusting in the detention room to keep Charley and Billy healthy, Samael finally returned to the dormitories. As much as he hated taking breaks and being lazy, he swore, after having to deal with all that dust and grime in that room, he was going to take at least and hour long ba-- ... He froze midstep in the dormitory when he noticed an unusual draft. He slowly turned to see a gaping hole in the wall.
What. WHAT. ... No, he was not flipping out again. He rubbed his eyes and let out a long groan, not even wanting to imagine what could have possibly put a hole in that wall. He swore he would catch the culprit, but that was not the issue at hand. First, this wall needed to be fixed, and the rest of the school staff was clearly too incompetent to do it themselves. As a temporary solution, he picked up a small table and set it in front of the hole, scowling when it only covered the lower half of it. He grabbed a painting and hung it over the table, covering the upper half as best as he could.
... Good enough. He sat down in a chair, acting as though the hole no longer existed as he pulled out his phone. First, he was going to have repairs done. Then, he was going to complain to whoever was in charge of the dorms for doing such a bad job.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:59 pm
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
Peter wandered out of the kitchen with a left over chicken leg in his mouth and his pockets stuffed with oranges. While he did prefer the main kitchen in the school, the giant hole in the wall had made the dorms a much more convenient place to steal food from. Unfortunately, he realized that his convenient entry had been blocked (rather poorly so) by a table and...painting? Really. He stared at the man sitting on one of the chairs, wondering if he was the culprit.
Well, Peter had realized it was inevitable that someone would eventually cover it up, but he had to admit he was kind of disappointed. He stood in the door, chewing his drumstick and watching the man poke at a little weird box in his hands. It made weird sounds and Peter kind of wondered what it was but wasn't interested enough to stop chewing and ask.
Oh...were those wings he spied on the man's back? They looked a little battered. Weird. Heh. It would be funny if he was a fallen angel and hurt them when he fell out of heaven. Slightly amused, Peter went and flopped into the chair across from Samael, once again losing his voice at how soft it was.
"So..." he said. "Did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven, I mean."All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:29 pm
Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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Samael just finished calling for repairs when someone sat down in the chair across from him. He cocked an eyebrow as he tucked the phone back into his pocket, slightly suspicious about this man. He had never seen him around before and... he could have sworn he heard a crackling noise? Maybe it was something outside.
He stared at the strange man for a long moment when he said that, taking a short while to comprehend completely. He was sure he heard that used as a cheap pick-up line by some desperate humans but... no, he was sure that was not the case. He was certain this man wasn't hitting on him. At least not intentionally. So, he gave him an honest response, unconsciously shifting his wings to hide them behind his back.
"Yes, a lot, actually. Still hurts sometimes. I recommend taking a parachute, if for some idiotic reason, you decide to fall out of the sky," He told him with a frown, wishing he had one when he fell. ... Well, he would rather have not fallen in the first place, but floating down would have been a lot more pleasant than splatting on the ground. "I haven't seen you around. Are you a new teacher? Or staff?" He couldn't help but interrogate him, wondering if this man actually belonged in the dorm. His pockets looked stuffed, so he had the brief thought that he could possibly be a lowly thief. If he was, he would beat him with a chair. ... No, not really. But he would call the police and let them handle him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:27 pm
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
Peter nodded. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said bluntly. "What's a parachute? It's too bad about falling out of heaven though. Seems like an awfully long drop. One time I fell off a cliff--well, I was sort of pushed. You know, the fall isn't too bad but when you hit the ground...not fun."
"A new...yes! I'm a new teacher. I teach Deconstruction of Magic." Peter had no idea what 'deconstruction of magic' would be but it sounded good so he figured he would just go with it.
"So I notice you blocked up the the hole there...very cleverly. And when I say cleverly, I mean that you realize there's still a gaping hole under the table legs that makes it rather obvious there is, in fact, a large hole in the wall."All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:53 pm
Samael Agnusdei ❝All men are not created equal. It is my purpose to make them so.❞
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Samael sighed, refusing to explain what a parachute was to this simpleton. He was interested by the fact that he supposedly survived a fall off a cliff, but he was obviously not very bright. His frown deepened when he was told what class he taught. Deconstruction of Magic? What in the world was that? It sounded like it was made up on the spot. His trust for this man was quickly diminishing by the second.
"There must be a hole in your brain if you don't realize that I know the hole is still visible. That cover is better than nothing for now. I would appreciate it if you didn't complain, unless you intend on fixing it? I can always call the repairmen and have them just deliver the supplies so you can fix the hole yourself. It would certainly save the money I'm taking out of my own pocket to repair it, and would shut your mouth and keep you from complaining anymore," He took a deep breath, having not stopped to breathe for even a second during that long rant.
Honestly, if he didn't like his temporary cover job, he could go to hell. ... Or maybe he was just being moody since he spent all day cleaning and never got that long bath he wanted. Whichever it was, it wasn't like he could take that rant back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 9:36 pm
 .:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
Hot. It was so very hot outside, and it was just unbearable. That was why Annalie was in the dorm for once specifically in her room by the air vent instead of the pool. The pool would have been a nice escape, but that meant she would have to go outside just to get there. Even if it would only be for a fleeting moment, it wasn't worth it. Instead, Annalie was just chilling in her room.
(( SHORT POST OF DOOM SINCE MY BRAIN FRIED. ))
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 10:21 pm
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IAN
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¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ The bright sun burned and made it difficult to see, but he refused to stay holed up somewhere dark and cool like he wanted to. He had something he had to do. After seeing that couple who made the beautiful (and sadly deceased) child together, he felt, for lack of a better word, jealous. He was kind to Annalie and did what she said without question, so why wasn't she affectionate at all? Not that he wanted affection. He would probably be disturbed by it, but when he saw that such a wonderful pair functioned in such a way, he felt envious. After doing a lot of thinking and researching, he figured out that the way to melt her frozen heart would be to take her out on a "date".
But he knew she would never agree to that, so he would have to lie and trick her to come with him. So, after getting dressed up slightly more nicely than usual, picking a blue flower he found on the way (since he heard that it was normal to give girls flowers on a date), and attempting to cover up his scent of rotting corpses with cologne since most people didn't seem to enjoy it, he searched for her room. It was easier than he expected, since all he had to do was search for the scent of freshwater fish. He stopped in front of the right door, contemplating how to knock. It was difficult to make his claws into a fist without stabbing himself in the palms, so he simply knocked on the door with the tips of his claws and hid the flower behind his back. __________________________________________________________
“Blood is really warm,
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 10:28 pm
.:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
"The door's open. Just come in." Annalie rolled her eyes as soon as she heard the knocking. She never did understand that particular custom since why would someone want to knock and give their position away? It was rather stupid since that would ruin any ambush, but hey, it would have been their bad rather than her own.
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 10:37 pm
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IAN
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¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Ian struggled with the doorknob for a moment after Annalie invited him in, always having trouble with them thanks to his claws. He hesitated when he finally got the door open, trying to decide the best way to convince her to come with him. Obviously, he needed to lie. But what could he say? He eventually spoke up after he thought of something, "I have found the lizard. It is hiding in the park. We should... go catch it?" He wanted to kick himself for sounding so stupid, but at least he wasn't asking her out honestly. She would probably laugh at him or maybe even hit him if he did. __________________________________________________________
“Blood is really warm,
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 10:52 pm
.:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
Annalie sighed when she saw who it was at her door. Great, it was Ian, and he... smelled. More so than usual. Crinkling her nose at the stench, she frowned. "Ugh, you reek, Rumplestiltskin. What did you do? Bathe in chemicals? Step back a few. I need to let breathe here."
What was the point in him showing up in the first place? Didn't he know better than to pester her? What a horrible slave. Apparently, all of this was because Ian found her meal. She raised a brow. "Really? Then, you should have told me sooner. That lizard might be gone by now." They had to hurry now thanks to slow Ian over here. Already wheeling her way out of her room, Annalie glanced expectantly at him. "What are you waiting for? Move it."
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 6:36 pm
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IAN
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¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Ian twitched at Annalie's response, irritated that his efforts apparently made it worse. He refused to let it get to him though, since it was supposed to be a happy day. And yet, he still obeyed and stepped away from her. Her bluntness was slowly starting to get on his nerves, but he didn't say a word and simply watched as Annalie wheeled out of the room. He was quickly beginning to regret this plan. All it seemed to be bringing him were insults and Annalie pushing him around. With a scowl, he nodded and followed after her, slamming the door shut behind him.
[Exits] __________________________________________________________
“Blood is really warm,
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.”
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