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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:35 pm
God, these kids were already annoying her.
The Barren Pines Theater teacher gingerly lifted up her mug to her lips, gently lowering herself onto the somewhat comfortable couch that rested in the sanctity of the teacher's lounge.
It had only been days since she'd arrived at Barren Pines, and already she was feeling back at home with Hillworth only... more stressed. Before, she could sit at her desk all day and paint her nails, read her magazines, make idle chit chat with the delinquents that came in to see the Principal. Now, however, she was forced to do actual work and it was driving her nutty.
The play, she knew, was a brilliant plot (after all, she had been the one to come up with it), but trying to control both Linarite and Hematite along with the dozens of other students under her watch... ugh, it was just too much sometimes.
And thus her retreat to the lounge, the only place she'd found so far on this godforsaken campus that she could actually have some peace and quiet at. Guh. She knew this job was important but really? Teaching?
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:35 am
Frankie had been crawling inside the ducts of Barren Pines College. Why? Well, its Frankie. Mostly it was because she was completely and totally convinced that there was a shadowy underworld somewhere in the building, and she was sure to find it. So far she found a penny, which is possibly haunted because who finds a penny in a duct?
Really.
She wasn't being very quiet about it, either, and was taking every chance she got to breathe heavily in to the ducts and rattle some errant chains she brought with her. Anything she could do to have people totally and completely not laugh at her the next time she brought it up.
The few ducts that had openings she could peep in to showed nothing of interest. No random people in them, just empty, dusty rooms. She had hoped to find a locker room, gender negligible, but alas, nothing. Until she crawled over to a grate and what did her staring, wide eyes perceive? A pair of large, supple breasts. Well, attached to-- Frankie's heart began to thump.
Miss Johnson
A stray paperclip was all she needed to loose the screws of the grate, and pull it up, quiet Batman style.
Her entrance was nothing like batman.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:21 am
The hot tea had just made it's way past her lips when she heard the heavy breathing echoing into the room, the sound low, as if a Sith Lord was busy crawling his way throughout the vents of the school and had lost his way.
She sputtered slightly, caught off guard by the loud noise, which was soon to be followed after by an obnoxious rattling in the corner of the room. Rising from the couch, she quickly moved towards the noise, leaving her mug on the adjacent table so as not to spill any more on her blouse than she already had.
Goddamnit, what was this now? Couldn't she get any peace and quiet around here?
"Jesus Christ," she muttered, watching as the vent slowly moved its way up, revealing the dainty hands of a Barren Pines student.
Her own hands moving to rest on her hips, she glared down at the opening, her face curved into a frown.
"And just what do you think you're doing?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 2:18 am
Frankie had to think fast. Why would a normal teenager be in the vents at Barren Pines College? Mind racing, wide eyes wider, Frankie opened her mouth.
"Aha! I was looking for you!" This explained nothing, "So like some kids told me there are ghosts in the attic here, right? So I tried finding stairs to the attic but there aren't any and then you know, the natural train of thought from there is that the ducts MUST connect to the haunted attic so I jimmied my way in to the ducts and I found a penny. I'm having my best eyes working on that mystery, I don't trust that penny as far as I can throw it, and I think that maybe its the cause of all the hauntings. And then I decided I should go find you because well DUH you are the first person I'd come to if I had a haunted penny so here I am."
Beat.
"Oh mannn I love tea, do you have any gingerbread tea? I think that's Edward's favourite, well its my favourite but Edward and I love all the same things even Proust and Muse and like are you a Vampire? Because you're really pretty and I swear you are sparkling but my mom said I have an astigmatism so I'm sort of unclear on whether it is just me that sees sparkles or... omggggg does that mean I'm like the perfect person for Edward? ONLY I CAN SEE HIS TRUE SPARKLES. It TTLY DOES."
And Frankie made this face:
*o*
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 7:36 am
"I...whuh?"
Ursula was used to dealing with boys. She was used to being flirted with, she was used to hearing about their pranks, seeing them tease and goof off in the hallways, seen them do some really really stupid things. This, however, certainly took the cake for the Weirdest ******** Situation for her to find herself in, and the orange haired woman wasn't sure how she was supposed to be appropriately responding to the situation, as far as being a teacher went. She wasn't certified for this s**t, this was crazy.
She gave the girl a puzzled look as she moved on to prattle about tea, and she finally let out a small "oh!" as she turned back to look at the mug she'd practically dropped on top of the table. Walking over, she took her mug back up again.
She was going to need it, by this point.
Lifting it up to take another drink, she waited for the girl to finish her long-winded question session, half of them unintelligible to the poor older woman's ears. It took her a few seconds to associate the sparkles and Edward, but Ursula wasn't about to let this kooky little kid know that she indeed had seen Twilight (oh come on, the book hadn't been that bad) and knew all about the Cullens and their hotness.
Both eyebrows raised up as the girl finished her statement with the most ******** creepyass smile she'd ever seen, and Ursula silently lowered herself back down to the couch as one finger extended itself to point out the teabags next to the lounge's sink.
"Over there," she finally said, "Not sure what flavors they have, though."
What the Christ was she supposed to say to this kid? Would anything actually like... make it into that crazy head of hers?
"You, uh, know you're not supposed to be in here, right?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:24 am
While Frankie was busy bubbling with explanations for what she was doing in the vent, the floor gave a few creaks. As Ursula turned to retrieve her tea, the creaking gave way to a full-out pattering, as if from feet. A light breeze of displaced air accompanied the noises. But even if they'd looked, there was nothing to see. Silence. Maybe Frankie had broken something in the ventilation system. Maybe that penny was really haunted after all.
For some time, there were no further technical or ghostly interruptions. But before the obsessed student could answer Ursula's latest question, something under the table giggled.
Apparently Frankie wasn't the only unwanted company Ursula had in the teachers' lounge.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:27 pm
Frankie had no idea that her prattling made no sense or that Ursula might be tuning her out. She was like a faucet, there was practically no stopping her.
Falling silent, she dumped half the sugar container in the mug, filled the other half with hot water, waited for the sugar to dissolve in to a soft sludge, then added her teabag. Sadly, no gingerbread but she had found Blood orange herbal tea. Mmm.
Shuffling over to ursula, she copied her pose, slurping at her tea in a not so ladylike fashion, one arm under her non-existant breasts.
She ignored the patter of feet, but the giggling she noticed.
"Hey Miss Johnson, do you gotta kid? Invite her to our tea party!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:40 pm
She watched the girl prepare her own tea, Ursula's mind still attempting to collect itself and formulate some kind of lecture or whatever that she should be giving this child for crawling around in the school vents. Who in the world pulled that sort of s**t?
Glancing up, she winced at the sound of the slurping. God, it was like having Obsidian around; what in the world was this little twit going to do next?
She opened her mouth to make a comment, but her jaw hung open as the sound of a giggle erupted from beneath the table. Jesus Christ, was there another batty student on the loose in the teacher's lounge? How in the ******** did...
"NO." came the abrupt response, nearly a yell, directly in Frankie's face. If there was one thing in the world Ursula failed to desire, was never going to desire and refused to own, it was a child.
"And this is not a tea party!" she snapped, rising from the couch and moving over to the table to investigate. Really, how in the world was she supposed to control children when they acted like this? Hiding under desks, crawling around in vents... what was next, the ceiling?
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 7:51 pm
In between peals was a dull crunch of wood, as though something was chewing on the legs of a chair. The giggling continued until Ursula was looking down at the hiding place, where she got a glimpse of the one thing she never wanted to see in her life. The thing under the table looked up at Ursula with concealed eyes, and a grin spread over its face. She wouldn't have a whole lot of time to react - after another burst of high-pitched laughter, it scuttled on all fours out from under the table and leapt at her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:46 am
Frankie sipped her sugar sludge, not at all concerned that there was a child gnawing on the wood of the table near her knees. To Frankie, this was obviously normal child behavior, oh the memories of her childhood-- what she could remember, of course-- of cackling merrily, teething on shins, and flinging poo at passersby. Frankie didn't remember much past last Thursday, unless it was Twilight, and the kid wasn't even as close to being as interesting as Edward. She was passably more interesting than Reneesmee.
"No?," Frankie started, ignoring that the child had leapt out from under the table, "Oh. I want kids. I want them to sing in the darkest corners of haunted houses."
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 2:17 am
When her eyes met with the child's, Ursula immediately paled.
No.
There was no way.
There was no <********> way.
Her focus was more on the appearance than the fact the child was acting practically like a little demon, and Ursula took a step back, her mind still in shock at the sight crouched before her.
She shrieked as the creature crawled towards her way, falling backwards as the adolescent took a flying leap at her and clung to her.
Oh god, what was she going to do? What was she going to ******** do, this couldn't be, what the <********> caused this child to appear?!
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:46 pm
The creature gnashed its teeth together happily and giggled again, like a discarded doll. Whatever it had looked like to Ursula, it was awfully light. In fact, it was semi-transparent. As soon as it had a handhold, it was climbing the drama teacher by her clothing and reaching out at her neck with short fingers that couldn't possibly have been so sharpened mere seconds ago.
Frankie might have noticed that the creature from under the table had a certain sheen to it now that it was in the full glare of the fluorescent light- was it sparkling!?
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 12:47 am
The gnawing on the table hadn't shocked her, neither had the child leaping out at Miss Johnson, and practically running up her clothing. No, none of this was out of Frankie's realm of normalcy, so she calmly sipped her cavity-inducing tea.
But then... then she noticed the particular sheen to the child. The way it-- no? Could it be?
Frankie dropped her mug on the floor, standing up with a loud squeal, and she forcibly removed the little girl from Miss Johnson.
"OOOHEEMMMMMMMMGGEEEEEEEEEE," She yelled, cooing (loudly) at the child, "You must be one of the fabled Cullens! I offer you my neck!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 1:20 am
Ursula was done with the child the moment she had laid eyes on it. That horrific face, that hair.... god, there was no way possible. And with it acting like a little hellion and crawling all over her, there was only one thing that needed to be done.
It needed to die.
In a split second she was Nealite, her rage intensified with the change. She wasn't thinking about Frankie. She wasn't thinking about the terrible stain the carpet of the teacher's lounge was going to get thanks to the teenager's mishap. She wasn't even thinking about the small tear on her blouse. No, she was thinking about that child and how that child needed to die and die now.
"Get away from that, Frankie." She ordered, her mirror popping into her hand. Nealite was going to destroy this monster before things got even further out of hand.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 1:30 am
Frankie HISSED at Miss Johnson, cradling the sparkling vampire progeny closer to her. It sparkled so nicely, just as she imagined, and though it wasn't the epic hotness that was Edward Cullen, it had its... charms. Sort of. Even Frankie had to admit that the child wasn't of the spectacular level of beauty of the normal Cullen's-- perhaps she was a far removed relative? It also seemed QUITE intent on her blood which was SUCH a compliment, and Frankie's huge eyes actually teared up.
"Oh Miss Johnson, its so beautiful," Frankie swiped at her eyes, narrowly missing getting her hand bit by the child, "I think it wants to change me, its such an honor, I've been waiting so so so long. Its not dangerous, not at all, she just wants to turn me in to a Vampire, a Cullen, so that we can live happily ever after, forever. We'll run away from Barren Pines, me on her back, and the blistering speed shall leave me breathless."
Frankie sighed, happily.
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