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 Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 6:26 pm
It had been one thing to realize (after a while) that he had been accepted to the finest, scariest school in Halloween Town. Getting there had been problematic, but the swamp beast had eventually found his way, eager and supremely pleased with himself for managing such a feat. Of course, the journey was very dry and itchy, and the monster was grateful to plunge himself in the nearest swamp he could find before realizing it was not a swamp at all, but a well!
That didn't bode well. Last time he'd climbed in a well, he'd gotten hit with a broomstick soundly over the head until he'd clumsily managed to escape (and in reality, the little old witch was just too tired to chase him any longer).
Nervous now, the big beast slunk further into the slimy water, his chin just barely resting on the mossy stone rim while finned ears flattened against his head. Hm. Well, it didn't look like anyone was around just yet to see him being bad... With a grunt, G did his best to latch his suckered fingers on the edge of the well and tried to haul himself up.
The only thing he accomplished was managing to rip a good sized chunk of brick out of the stone. Peering at it in confusion for a moment, the monster soon realized he had just done something really bad. And to top it off, his shoulders were stuck in the well.
Monsters were not supposed to be stuck in wells. Gargantuan struggled and twisted this way and that, but the well seemed determined to eat him, and eventually the swamp beast could do little more than make a few, piteous whines.
He didn't know much, but he was almost certain that he didn't look very scary right now...
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:08 pm
It seemed as though the swamp monster was in quite a pickle. Quite an unusual pickle too. Lucky for G, Nuk's favorite form happened to be one with wings, giving him a bird's eye view of everything he happened to be flying over. And even more lucky for G, the skinwalker just happened to have been flying over the well that afternoon. Had it been just one and not the other, or neither of the two situations, it might have been quite a while before anyone stumbled upon the poor, stuck monster -- who would have thought to look in the well? But the fates were kind, and it was mere minutes before G's interesting predicament caught his fellow monster's attention.
Nuk did a small double take as he was flying over the well, his body faltering mid-air as the sound of crumbling stone and a few echoing whines reached his crow-ears. What was that? Straightening his body to a vertical, he beat his wings backward a few times to keep himself hovered where he was in the air and cocking his head a bit to stare down at the scene below him, blinking his beady eyes. At first he thought he'd imagined it -- screams and moans were common in halloweentown, whines not so much. Still, as he stared down at Halloweentown below, he saw the tiny pinprick of slime-green within the circle of stones marking the well just as another whine echoed against the stony walls. This alone was enough to make him pause half a second longer, pondering whether or not he was going to head down to see what was going on or blow the whole thing off, but as it was that half second pause was a decision in itself. Not really meant to stay in one section of air for very long, Nuk was having a hard time staying where he was, exerting a lot of effort for even just those few minutes. So, with a slightly feather-ruffled flap of his wings, the skinwalker pitched his body downward towards the well, flying tight circles down until he was close enough to land on the edge.
Might as well go take a look. Might be interesting.
Flicking his wings against his back, the crow-student hopped a few steps towards the side of the well, peering over the edge just as he started to shift back into his normal student form. Feathers disappeared as he started to change shape, bones snapping and cracking as they readjusted, and within a few moments the native-american boy was perched where the crow had been not a few seconds earlier, one leg hanging down into the well, the other bent against the side. Still, although the form was different, the eyes were the same, focused with mild curiosity down at G, one eyebrow quirked in a rather incredulous, half skeptical manner.
"How the jacking hell did you get down there?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:10 pm
This was not boding well for the big beast. He squirmed and tried his best to twist, but couldn't find himself able to get free anymore than he had earlier. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't go to school if he was stuck in the well! Or... or maybe the teachers could come to him? Could they teach him from the well? Or maybe the well would teach him--if it was nice and didn't decide to eat him.
That's when the bird showed up.
Gargantuan started as the crow alighted upon the lip of the well, not too far from his head. He couldn't twist his head around too far, but enough to peer at the birdy. What a tasty looking birdy! His jaws cracked open wide, purple tongue lolling out and onto the stone, trying to drag itself forward for one, hopeful little lick.
A delicious little chicken nugget. Just one little taste of a delicious little chicken nugget. His teeth ground themselves together with frustration, and Gargantuan eventually slumped with a sigh.
Oh! Then all the icky, snappy noises suddenly came from the bird, and Gargantuan shuddered all over, trying to hastily pull himself away from the tasty birdy. Oh! But it wasn't a bird at all, but another... student?
"Hullo." Came the automatic response, and his tail twitched a little against the sides of the well. "Wanted to swim in the water. Got stuck trying to climb out. Stuck now." As though the newcomer couldn't see that.
"You turn into a birdy!" Came the enthusiastic coo, and his tail thumped against the wall even harder. G liked birdies!
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