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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:46 am
" . . . . . . "
Today sucked for two reasons according to the Chupacabra's opinion, which only mattered the most out of everything. One, she was missing one of those weird pets she'd been getting somehow. Two, her Thermos was empty down to having nothing even clinging to the sides to easy her hunger and thirst...and her stomach was rumbling with heavy protest at how her nerves had turned into pure hunger. Running around the campus had brought several people's attention to her, several of them laughing and pointing and perhaps only one or two asking her if she needed anything, but so far her results at finding the weird creature left her with nothing to show. Her normally bright and chipper mood had long since soured to a near-tears montage, though she kept most of it inside since her tears made her an easy target and memories of being stuck to a tree were still rather fresh.
" . . . . . . "
Temes was at the point now where she felt like the pet was on its own for survival, since she was upset enough with it that if she actually found and managed to catch it the poor creature would end up as her next meal. None of these things looked remotely like something she'd eat anyway, but since they were alive she assumed they had to have some kind of blood running through their veins and blood was good no matter what. Even just thinking about it made her stomach whine and protest more, and she paused in her slow and casual steps to place a clawed hand atop her gut. A slow sigh and several whining phrases in Spanish escaped her lips as her brain tried to plot out her next course of action, either unaware or uncaring that she was blocking much of the sidewalk.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 10:21 am
Valen was walking from the library to his dorm. He has left his bag in his room so he had nothing that could distract him. Before, when he had been in some previous classes, he was always being shushed by his professors when he started to argue with the tools in his bag. It wasn't his fault that they were always trying to give him the answers to the questions. Valen was not a cheater, but every time he started to tell his tools off, someone would always be glaring and shushing him. Things would always devolve from there and Valen would be the one they blamed.
"why must everyone at this school be such a fool?"
Valen continued to walk down the sidewalk, he had stopped looking where he was going, there was no real point, he had memorized the path. Instead he was concentrating on planning the revenge he would take upon his classmates. He was debating between acid and knives for his revenge, giggling at the thought of 'acid knives'.
Valen felt a poke in his left leg suddenly, then about a dozen more. The next thing he knew, his whole left leg seemed to have tripled in weight. There was something attached to it, and it was wriggling around.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 12:21 pm
. . . . . . . que?
Chuppi's body had suddenly gotten heavier the moment she felt something impact with her back and, despite her best efforts, she couldn't turn herself to see what it was. The weight wasn't unbareable enough that she couldn't move (seeing as she took a step forward to see if she was stuck on a tree or something), but still something felt off.
She didn't hear any breathing, which meant nothing alive was attatched to her, and she didn't feel any warmth on her quills either, which certainly meant it wasn't anything that was dying either. What the Halloween had she managed to get on her body? Whatever it was she wanted it off, now, and she got on all fours - lifting whatever it was off the ground quickly and into a flip over her body.
Her quills became dislodged from the body they'd been poking into, this manevour something the Chupacabra had learned long ago, and she stared in wide horror at - OH GOD THAT'S A BODY. Fear instantly came into play as all kinds of horrible scenrios ran through the little girl's head, worried and panicing that she'd killed or seriously injured someone.
"ESTAS BIEN?! ESTAS BIEN?! POR FAVOR, ABRA SU OJOS!!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:50 pm
At first, Valentino felt that something about today was a little abnormal. At first he attributed his off kilter feeling to the fact that he hadn't been sleeping very well, but then he remembered that he didn't sleep. Then he theorized that he was chilled from the wind, but it wasn't that cold and it was only windy because he was currently flying through the air. 'Flying through the air!', that was what bothered him about today. He couldn't fly, yet here he was, flying through the air.
"I believe 'Flying towards the ground.' is a more appropriate description." His notebook gleefully chimed in.
At the same moment the Notebook suggested modifying Valentino's previous prepositional phrase, Valentino flew towards the ground. It didn't hurt, but the sidewalk was harder than Valentino and something was definitely broken. However, the bones were already repairing themselves.
The process wasn't pretty, so when Valentino replied to the little girl yelling him, "Yes, I am perfectly fine, luckily my eyes work..." he hoped that his skull re-aligning wasn't giving her a ghastly show. Opening his eyes, Valentino was startled to see a female student, no higher than his knees, shouting at him. Something about her was weird, but he couldn't concentrate with all that yelling, he needed silence.
"If you keep yelling, my ears won't be so lucky" Valentino shouted back. He gave her a glare, hoping to quiet her as he looked her over. After a silent moment, Valentino saw exactly what was bothering him, the girl had spines. Spines that some of his pant-leg (and leg), was still attached to.
"I should be mad right now" He thought out-loud, surprised that he wasn't. Currently, he couldn't help but find his situation slightly amusing. There were so many weird things at this school. As he stifled his mirth, Valentino pulled some of the mess off the tiny monster's spines.
"How hard did you hit your head?" The notebook asked Valentino.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 12:15 pm
. . . oh. Well. If he could yell at her then he really was fine, right? His skull piecing itself back together did nothing at all to the Chupacabra's nerves, such a scene actually not that bothersome to her, though the harsh tone of the young man's voice was what nearly made her flinch. She'd only been trying to show concern for him, and here he was yelling like she'd spit on him! Was concern really that bad to have here at Amityville? The Chupacabra kept that in mind - maybe next time she should just walk away and let them do whatever.
". . . . .Well, I should be the one mad. You have walked into me, causing me troubles."
Ah ha! She decided that maybe she should also stand up for herself against a zombie! Seeing as he was likely unable to lift her or move her somewhere around make her unhappy, she could be a little saucy. Of course as soon as she snapped off she felt a little bit guilty, but Chuppi couldn't back down right away. Her stomach was empty and so was her Thermos!
" . . .are you better now too?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:45 pm
Valentino was definitely suffering from a concussion. There was no other plausible explanation for his continued mirth. Valentino was concentrating on putting the last chunk of his leg back on so the little monster's harsh words were completely lost upon him. His head was still ringing and when he stood up, at his lanky 6' 3" height, the girl looked so small. His chuckling began to sound a lot like a school girl's giggle, as he exclaimed (with no indented malice), "Hello there little girl, are you lost?"
Valentino had no clue that students came in such small sizes so he thought that maybe his assailant had a big sister at the school. "I'm sorry that I hurt you. where are your parents?" Valentino was still new to this world and he still couldn't tell a monster's age very well.
Valentino picked up his notebook and the rest of his school supplies. His notebook was too shocked at Valentino's stupidity to talk, and all the other supplies weren't going to ruin his mood. It was a rare day that Valentino was in a good mood and maybe he wouldn't throw anything out today. Unsure as what to do with the little girl, Valentino decided to strike up a conversation with her in hopes of placating her. "What a cute little thermos, what do you keep in there?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 9:55 am
"My parents aren't here, and I'm not lost. I am a student here."
Chuppi blinked a bit, wondering just what was going on. She was still so knew to this section of Halloweentown since she'd stayed with her family for so long and therefore creatures like this person who pulled their leg from her and was repicing together made her feel awkward. What exactly was she supposed to say to him other than just answering his questions? Lying she knew to be a sin, but . . .
"I'm not hurt either, I think I hurt you more. Human-like things are very fragile, but I am a monster. I will break you before you even slightly hurt me."
The proof was in the fact he was limbless. Amazing!
"And I...am drinking blood. It is very good blood. You smell bad though."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:11 pm
"You're a student? What's your name?" Valentino asked, while simultaneously trying to remember if there was a kindergarten on campus.
While the monster continued to talk, Valentino's famed ability to ignore other students kicked in. Instead of listening to her, he was looking her over, hypothesizing to himself that the little monster must have been quite dense body, for something that small to have so much stopping power. He guessed that she didn't swim very well. He was roused by the musing when the word Blood was mentioned.
"A blood drinker?" Valentino tried to hide his envy, every time he cleaned the lab, a blood splatter or two would always be hiding, waiting to become a permanent stain. It wasn't just unhygienic, it was equally annoying and bothersome. At least Valentino never had to worry about blood. "yes I would assume that my lack of blood is off setting" Taking a sniff of himself, wondering if it was his smell that was making her so irritable, Valentino felt a little hurt. Nobody had ever mentioned that he smelled, maybe it was something splattered on his coat? To be safe, Val took a sniff of his armpits.
"I smell bad? I've always thought the lack of a smell was a good thing..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 8:15 pm
"Chuppi."
Saying 'Temes' seemed to result in people calling her Chuppi anyway so she figured why not just skip to what people would end up addressing her as anyway. It seemed like the only people who would address her as Temes would be the Teachers and maybe a few others on the staff, but even then she was sure after a while they would call her Chuppi as well. It was sort of inevitable but thankfully the little girl didn't mind so much. Of course only saying Chuppi might make it seem like she was making a sound effect and since this person had suffered some head trauma she wouldn't put it past them to assume as much.
"Is there something wrong with me drinking blood? You don't seem to have any in your body and that makes you smell kinda funny. All undead, all you zombie, you have a weird scent. Makes my nose itch a little bit, or at least the part of it that knows for blood."
Chuppi wondered why this person was asking her so many questions. Had she really managed to damage his brain that much with the impact? Everything that wasn't a monster was really so fragile! Maybe her parents were right in telling her that she was a bit stronger than most others.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:20 pm
"Chuppi? I'm Valentino"
It was clear enough to Valentino that saying his full name to Chuppi would only further aggravate her. Only those who he wanted to bore to death would receive the full horror that was Valentino's full name. Now Chuppi was starting to act like she was aggravated, there was nothing wrong in Valentino's mind about drinking blood. It was a far more effective way to acquire the nutrients than chewing food.
"I would venture to guess that the formaldehyde and ammonia stored in my body has the unintended side effect of displeasing your nostrils." Valentino helpfully quipped. He wasn't too sure how to deal with Chuppi, he didn't know how to continue their conversation. Maybe they could talk about blood...
"So do you have any favorite blood types?" he asked while drumming his fingers against each other.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 12:09 pm
"Valentino?"
It was thanks to Chuppi's very thick Spanish accent that the name probably sounded much cooler than it would have if she said it normally, and the chupacabra nodded her head as if to commit it all to memory. She was very good with names and faces, something she had a little bit of pride on, though she'd make sure to write it down when she got back to her room just in case.
" . . . forma...what? What are those?"
Being a monster that had lived most of her life away from civilization and therefore common things, Chuppi didn't know what embalming was nor would she likely care even if she did know. The only thing that mattered was he said it was probably the reason why she thought he smelled bad and she accepted that. He was turning out to be not so bad after all and the monster felt herself relax just a little bit. He'd only been upset because she hurt him and she didn't blame him at all for that.
"Favorite blood type? Um...no, not really? I can't tell blood types apart, they taste the same to me? Blood is very much blood, we were taught not to be picky."
Who would be picky about eating blood? Not any chupacabra she knew.
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