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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 3:06 pm
Any spillages (of blood, water, poster paints, etc) were made a big deal out of at Hillworth; all of the boys were lectured about how the linoleum was thirteen thousand years old and that they had to take care of it, and that any permanent staining would have them on their hands and knees scrubbing with their toothbrushes for the rest of their lives to try to make up for the damage. Worst of all, you would be sent down to the irascible, geriatric Mr. Grimbold the janitor, who looked upon you with a hateful eye as he spat into his spittoon and looked around for the turps.
Elzo Xanis had been the unfortunate this time sent down to ask the mercy of Mr. Grimbold and his turps: sent down the long, dark flight of stairs into the huge, strangely claustrophobic basement, packed full of boilers and broken equipment so that one had to walk in the narrow corridors created by all the junk just to get anywhere. It was dark. There was only one light, apparently, and as you went deeper and deeper into the navel of the basement it got darker and more claustrophobic and warmer and generally like descending into Hell.
Mr. Grimbold was nowhere to be seen. (Possibly a plus.)
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 3:25 pm
To say the least, Elzo was not pleased with how the day's events had progressed so far. Morning had been unusually dull, and after lunch he had to deal with some annoying burly kid who mistook him for Marlo, (something about jell-o and lunch). The quasi-end result had been Elzo getting a busted lip and what was sure to be a very large painful bruise on he shin. The brute however, had gotten a black eye, a busted lip, and probably a few other cuts and bruises to finish the 'look' of 'peson who messed with Elzo Xanis'. Yeah. He showed them who was the man.
When the fight had been said and done, some stupid teacher had come in to ruin Elzo's victory with a detention. Plus, with the tiny drops of blood and dirt over the floor, he was told he would 'possibly' also get crazy old Mr. Grimbold's 'wrath' and 'needed to apologize'. Said 'possible wrath' now landed him in a place he was quite sure he could have lived his life ignorant of. The freaking Hillworth Basement. Smelly, noisy, dark dank and a few other descriptive D-words couldn't do this place justice. It was quite frankly, Elzo new favorite place to hate. "Mr. Grimbold? Hellooo..Anybody down here?" God if he had been sent down here for no reason...It would probably be just his luck.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 3:33 pm
It seemed to be the place that Hillworth boys got sent to die. The further in he went, the darker it got, until the light seemed to come only from some unholy infernal glow from the boilers. Mr. Grimbold was still nowhere in the horrible labyrinth. And it hadn't been that much blood anyway, it really didn't call for the janitor to come spread his turps and hate over the lunchroom floor just for tiny bits of Elzo Xanis DNA.
Out of the corner of Elzo's eye there was -- something -- something that skittered. Something that skittered, loudly. It clattered off to the side of one of the boilers, and suddenly he could hear heavy, rasping breathing.
It didn't sound like human breathing. It didn't sound like Mr. Grimbold either, who was only arguably human.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 3:47 pm
"JESUS CHRIST!" The sudden sound had utterly shocked Elzo, causing him to ungracefully fling himself into a wall covered in dust and cobwebs. Ignoring those briefly, Elzo tried to locate the source of the sound. Alas, it was too dark, and, no other sound aside from the whiz of generators filled the space. "Ugh...Mr. Grimbold! You down here or what?" Sneering, Elzo removed himself from the wall and began to try and rid himself of cobwebs and dust, (plus some slimy goop he didn't even want to know the origins of).
Maybe that sound was just a rat. Yeah. A rat. Considering it was Hillworth, it was bound to have some sort of infestation, right? Besides, rats usually avoided humans. It probably got scared and ran off. Still, Elzo couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he should leave. Pronto. "Mr. Grimbold? Mr Griiimboooold? Ah forget it." Turning to leaves, Elzo was suddenly quite aware of a very important fact.
He was lost.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 3:54 pm
All of the narrow intersecting corridors between the boilers looked the same. It was difficult to get one's bearings, or to even know -- having weaved through the corridors -- exactly which direction he had started off in when he came into the basement.
The breathing sound lessened and died away. And then, suddenly, at Elzo's left, it started up again louder than ever: the source revealed itself, squishing itself into the tight corridor, a terrible oil-skinned humanoid thing with eyes that seemed to float and shift up and down in its large, pallid skull. It had long, triple-jointed arms and squat legs, and a squidlike mouth that was just a hole ringed with teeth. Every breath sucked some kind of horrible gland back and forth in its mouth -- and then it sucked in sharply, made a skreeee! sound and spat a gout of green goop at Elzo.
It missed, barely, decorating the boilerpart above him with what looked to be slimy strings of green rubber. And it wasn't Mr. Grimbold. Probably.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:05 pm
Not. A. Rat. Considering that was Elzo's first assessment of the creature, he was sure beyond all doubt that it was not a rat in any form. What he did know, was that it was big, it was ugly, and it did not look friendly by any stretch of the imagination. maybe it was just a prank by some students. Yeah, that might be it...Frozen in place, Elzo watched as green slime shot from the..thing's...mouth. Okay, definatly NOT a student prank. Still frozen in place, Elzo felt the slime ooze down and land on the top of his head. The tiny sensation of movement made him finally react.
"AHHHHHH" Screaming he turned around and shot down the corridor. He may not know where he was going but like hell he was going to stay near that thing. Years of running from fist fights made him reach out to toss anything in the path behind him. Brooms, buckets, what ever that piece of whatever was, he was going to try and hinder that thing's path at least.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:12 pm
It seemed to work. There was an aggravated glurk, glurk, glurk noise from the monster as it tried to both squish through the tight passage and stumble over the objects that Elzo had tossed its way -- and it kept spitting that green gunk at him, globs of it whizzing past his ear and hitting the boiler. There was a hissing sound as it started to eat through the metal.
"Elzo!"
It was a girl's voice. It was a cross, aggravated girl's voice -- and some sixth sense made him look down at what appeared to be a talking cat. A grey cat, with a star shining in the middle of its forehead. An annoyed-looking, frantic cat.
"Elzo!" it said again. "Stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off, for Serenity's sake -- listen to me, I don't have time to explain! Do you think you can stop panicking and listen? Or would you prefer to flail and die instead?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:24 pm
The sound of him name didn't stop his running but it sure made him look for it source. Head flailing about like some kind of drunk hobo, he noticed the cat. And said cat was talking. To him. In the back of him mind, Elzo was sure that this was not normal and would never be happening in reality. But, given the fact he was running for his life from some acid spitting thing, he chose to ignore those thoughts and focus on more immediate ones. Like on how to get out of this alive.
"What the fu- Yeah, besides the fact your a talking cat, I'd like to get out of here and NOT DIE!" Turning a corner, Elzo swore he could feel the thing getting closer. "Jesus, just tell me what to do!"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:33 pm
The monster was still squirming somewhere too close behind him, tripping and glurk glurk-ing over buckets and mops. More globs sounded on the floor and on the dusty desks that made up the Hillworth Grammar school basement. The cat just looked irritated, but at least it was backing up a little.
"At least someone gets urgency," said the cat sourly. "All right, Elzo, repeat after me: 'Castor Power, Make-Up!'"
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:40 pm
Turning around, Elzo was pretty sure had he been of weaker constitution, he would piss himself in a very literal sense. "And what the hell is that supposed to do? I mean ARG HOLYSHI-" Elzo ducked as a wad of acid flew by his head, a little close to comfort. "Al right fine! Caster Power Make-up!"
Nothing. "WHAT THE ******** WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO DO?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:46 pm
"Castor!" bawled the cat. "Castor! Enunciate!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:54 pm
Another lob of what Elzo had now decided to name 'demon spit', was shot out at him. This time, narrowly missing his arm. Which he absentmindedly thought would be best left attached. "Castor? JESUS!" Another lob of demon spit. "Oh god....CASTOR POWER MAKE-UP!" Elzo prayed that this did something, he didn't want to die down here of all places.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:58 pm
There was the sudden impression of light, sparkles, and more disquietingly nakedness -- but there was a terrible jerking and a power welling up in Elzo that he hadn't been on familiar terms with before. It was like something fighting to get out, and once it did it spread all over his skin -- he was ripped and remade, all to the accompaniment of blurry light effects and bright spots in front of his eyes.  " Attack already, Sailor Castor!" said the cat.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:05 pm
Wow. All in all, Elzo couldn't think of anything else to say. To think. But...he wasn't Elzo. But he was. It was like another part of him. In some kind of deep philosophical way. Looking back at the monster. Elz-No, Castor briefly wondered about what he had to do. Then, it was like some kind of light bulb went off in his head. A very bright light bulb. One that could possible blind you for a few seconds if you looked at it directly. Facing the monster, he cried out, like it was something utterly natural.
"Stinging Storm!"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:23 pm
A grey, murky mist clouded above them, and a storm of small, hard hailstones immediately rained down from the sky -- down on the boilers, pinging off in a cacophony, but also on the monster. It made pits in the youma's skin, sinking in, and it started to scream in agony: it was melting, flopping down to the floor and writhing in pain as the hail ate away at its body. After a while, it stopped moving
The cat curled around Sailor Castor's legs. "Well," it said with some asperity, "that seemed to be its weak spot."
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