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 Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 10:49 am
At Amityville Academy, there were men's restrooms, ladies' restrooms, and other restrooms. The last of which cater to creatures that have no conceivable gender, and which varied wildly in size, shape, and bowel movements. This particular bathroom was rather notorious among the staff and upperclassmen, as one of the top contenders for Most Disgusting Place in the History of Halloween. It was both an honorable title and well...rather unpleasant, even for Halloween. The Legend of the Bathroom goes that several decades ago, one of Mr. Blobby's more tentacled relatives went on a field trip to the human world, and had managed to smuggle half a ton of something called "Taco Bell" back to the school with it. The results were rather fantastic, and could still be seen to this very day. In this very bathroom.
The students who gathered at it's door were greeted by Professor Hellma Shox, who was still smiling at them. "All the supplies you need to clean it are within, and before you whine like little babies, remember..." the door swung open, revealing the horror within, as well as...
"...it could be worse."Was that the secretary duct-taped to the bathroom ceiling? Quote: Detention Time! 999 words of cleaning/slacking/whining are required to fulfill this detention session. Feel free to try and have your student escape this place ~ just roll a 20-sided dice in an RP'd escape attempt. If your student rolls a 3 or 13, congrats! They managed to sneak out successfully! However, if it's any other number, your student has been stopped by a small mob of armed gnomes who never want to have to clean this bathroom themselves! They are ever vigilant. Like tiny ninjas.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 11:05 am
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Shehk was going to cry. She wasn't just going to cry, she was going to cry SO HARD SHE MADE EMILY LOOK LIKE SHE HAD OVARIES MADE OF STEEL. She'd make CHUPPI look like she had the spine of a GIANT. Shehk, AKA 'Miss Disinfectant', was just.. mortified.
Mortified.
This bathroom was possibly the closest thing to hell on earth she'd ever been in (in fact, to her it WAS hell on earth), and the first thing she did upon entry was... well.. try to not add to the mess, immediately pulling her collar up over her nose, her eats drooping and her tail attempting to curl between her knees.
She was going to be sick to her stomach. However, a glance up at the ceiling to see Arel there did warrant the added effort to just NOT get sick in the already disgusting bathroom (if she started being sick, she'd be HORRIBLE before she was actually 'out' of there). So it was with the mightiest grimace of all that she..
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MIGHTY HESITATION. SOBBBBB.
Ultimately, she picked a corner to go and ..loom awkwardly in, attempting to touch as little of the disgusting room as possible while her insides churned and burbled and her nose burned and, sadly, all she could feel was the need to just be sick as all hell. There was even a time when she had obviously swallowed something back down.
Something that was more pleasant than the room they'd been left in. It was sad when it was like that, but honestly, if she'd been sure she had the physical capability to escape given her current condition, she would have damn well tried to. However, she was currently at 20% function from the WEAPON OF a**-DESTRUCTION.
"They should just bring a hose in here.." she managed to say stuffily, her tail having officially curled so far between her legs it was practically disappearing up the front of her shirt while she tried to keep herself from looking around too much.
Damn.
If she'd known it was going to happen, she would have brought air freshener with her.
Lots
and lots
of air freshener.
((Yeah, I can't make 999 words in one go. Sob. ))
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Meeki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 11:13 am
Oh HELL NO! She didn't sign up for this s**t. She didn't even notice the irony in her own thoughts as this bathroom was the most horrendous thing she had ever seen in her short unlife! She wanted to claw off her own nose and probably would have if she didn't rely on it so much. Then again, being able to smell well only made this worse. This was hell. This was worse than hell. If hell had a baby with itself and it shat something out, this would be it. This was.. oh corpse nugget! This was not fair at all!!!
Rain sank to her knees as her legs were no longer strong enough to support her. She was overburdened with the raw stench of the room. She had to get out. She needed to flee. She would surely suffocate here. Maybe no one would notice. She was fast but the stench was too much. She had to fight the urge to vomit. That would just add to what needed to be cleaned up, not to mention embarrassing. She was a zombie. She could handle this if she had to. This was just.. so bad. What had they done to deserve this? If her tear ducts worked, she would cry. Instead, her eyes just burned. Burned from the smell of s**t. She would smell of it. She would reek of it for weeks. They all would. This.. was too much.
Did she have to do this? Could she escape? Perhaps everyone would be distracted enough? She was smaller than some. It was now or never..
Turning, she readied herself for a pounce. Perhaps she could escape unnoticed.
Edit/Update: Unfortunately, Rain found herself unable to jump. There were tiny gnomes guarding the exit and they had their eyes on her. She was stuck. Great. Just great.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 11:51 am
Well, she had no choice. If there was one thing she was proud of, it was being a zombie. They did not give up. They did not surrender and they most certainly did not flee. She felt ashamed for even thinking of attempting. She would clean and she would clean with every damned ounce of coagulated blood in her body and she would like it dammit. Ok, scratch that last part. She would hate it but she would get it done.
She quietly untied some of her bandages and pulled out four scrub brushes. She tied two to the bottom of her feet and two to the palms of her hand, having to tie the final one with the help of her mouth. She would start with the.. less mess first. The spray that was on the floor and walls. Everyone had diarrhea. Dipping each limb into a bucket of water, she did what she did best. She got down on all fours and began to crawl, scrubbing at the nearby floor with her brushes. Every few steps she'd have to go back and rinse, a process that made her feel like little progress was being made.
Of course, a small burst of pride came forth when she noticed a small portion of the floor showing through. She wouldn't say it was shiny as it was a basement but it looked clean. It was a floor at least! She ached to scratch her forehead, to tuck a piece of hair behind her ears but she did not have a free hand. Instead, she concentrated further on cleaning. When one bucket became too filthy to be of use, she took it to dump and started all over again with a fresh bucket. She wasn't sure how much time had passed. She stopped paying attention to those around her. She had a goal and her zombie brain was set to it.
She would clean. She would clean until she had this bathroom s**c and span. She would clean until she earned the right to leave Detention. Heck, the monsters would be confused. She'll have this place looking more like a kitchen than a bathroom by the time she was done. Ok, maybe that was aiming a little too high.
When she had a portion of the floors clean, she knew it was time to tackle the walls. The excrement was everywhere. On the walls, even on the ceiling in some places. The sink, mirrors, toilets, it was just.. everywhere. Getting a fresh bucket, she began to scrub the left wall. Again, she repeated the cycle of emptying the buckets, getting fresh water and setting to task all over again. She was surely smelling of the stuff by now. She knew she had some on her clothes, especially on her knees. She didn't dare look at her clothes. She also didn't dare look at the other students. Surely they would ostracize her even more now. Not only was she a zombie, she was a s**t smelling zombie.
She felt her eyes begin to burn. They wanted to cry but the tear ducts had dried up long ago. Instead, they just burned. She wished she could feel pain like others. It would have been a welcoming distraction from this hellhole. When she had a good bit of the wall cleaned, she took a moment to rest -- not that she was really tired. She was undead afterall. She would leave the higher portions of the wall and ceiling for the taller students. She just couldn't reach that far. It was time to move on to the sinks, mirrors and toilets. She wondered if the mirrors were cracked. Heck, maybe there were no mirrors. It was hard to tell with the brown sludge covering everything.
She untied the scrub brushes and dropped them in a pile. The bristles were so worn, it was a wonder she managed to get the last bit of wall cleaned. Her bandages were ruined. That made her sad. She loved her bandages. She pulled on two long rubber gloves and grabbed one of the brushes with a handle. Grabbing one of the cleaner buckets, she went over to the first toilet area and peered inside the stall.
Holy Hell! It was awful! If she thought the main part of the bathroom was bad, then she was surely mistaken. This was.. it was just..
She had to fight the urge to empty her stomach. She closed her eyes while reaching out to flush the toilet. She then flushed it again, and again and again until she was sure that most of that unholy mess had been removed. Then she set about scrubbing the inside of the bowl. When that was done, she proceeded to scrub the outside of the bowl. Then the top of the toilet and behind it and the floor around it. Then the walls of the stall. She worked her way up, down and around. When she was done, she went and grabbed a fresh bucket, letting the gnomes take the dirty one out to dump. They seemed to prefer that over helping her clean. She couldn't blame them really. Taking a clean bucket she went back to the stall she had just finished and went over it a second time. She would make sure it was clean.
If she could feel exhaustion, she would probably be past the point of collapsing. She did not feel tired, instead, she felt determined. She probably would have continued if not for the fact this was a shared detention. Surely she had done her part by now? Would she be forced to continue if the others left or decided not to help? Or heck, maybe they were helping and she hadn't noticed? She had been very busy.
She pulled off her gloves and tossed them along with the brush in the dirty supplies pile. She was proud of her work, even if she'd smell bad for awhile. She was done.
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Tsunake rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:37 pm
G didn't understand what was going on at all, at this point. There had been Chuppi, and a sad little crawling girl, and many others before the lights had gone off.
There had been a very small, very evil little elf. G didn't like that elf as much as the caped-reindeer-one.
Shuffling slowly, they'd arrived at this other bathroom, and almost immediately, the big beast balked. His feet were firmly planted, and though a whine was building in his throat, he wouldn't move. It smelled bad in there, and it was dark, too! He didn't like it, not one bit, and as he timidly tried to back up, there were suddenly lots and lots of tiny little elves! Mean little elves--they poked at him a few times, and the monster moaned pathetically before he lurched inside.
There'd be no escaping for Gargantuan today.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:44 pm
Sadly, it wasn't the duct-tape that was keeping him in place on the ceiling moreso the layers and layers of well, Taco Bell remains and cousins that had festered over time into one congealing mass. Some students could claim the mass was slowly gaining sentient consciousness, but as this could not be proven, all the faculty generally tended to turn a blind eye towards it.
Except in dire need.
"Please get your freaking bulk off me." Thankfully, not so much for the students, Hellma had conveniently forgotten to duct tape his mouth. The slightly-sentient ooze - which probably meant it had about the same intelligence ratio as Gargantuan - shifted back, retreating to the corners, offended. As a plus side, the room looked a little cleaner as most of its "leftover bits" had all swept to one single corner.
And then there were the gnomes, those traitors. Arel bet that Hellma individually bribed them with a toenail-fish to get them to guard him, and the kids, like that. Nonetheless, being stuck to the ceiling in the 'Potentially Most Disgusting Place in the History of Halloween' was still worth it. The look on Hellma's face when a troupe of stink demon entered her office and professed their love for her in a series of fart serenades was just priceless.
He spent a little while just watching the students fumble back and forth with supplies, offering random advice such as "You don't wear a mop on your head, moron" and "Last time I checked cleaning supplies were under the biohazard section of the cupboards". He amused himself with this for a whole fifteen minutes before something else came to mind.
"Hey, how about unfastening me off this ceiling, I'm sure one of you first years is capable of that right?" How in Jack's name Hellma had stuck the secretary fifteen feet upside down remained rather a mystery in itself.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:54 pm
Unhappy and upset, Gargantuan ate one of the buckets to make himself feel better, gloomily crunching the metal into swallow-sized pieces between his teeth. Cleaning? He didn't know much about cleaning, and half-heartedly scooted a brush around with a toe. Did that count? Was he done? A not-so subtle glance over his shoulder at those angry elves told him that he wasn't.
With a long sigh, Gargantuan roughly sat down again, contemplating even as he snuck glances at the two undead girls. They were cleaning. And now that he thought about it, that bucket hadn’t tasted very good at all... Slapping a heavy hand down onto a brush, he began to scrub a bit more earnestly this time, but it didn’t seem to be accomplishing a whole lot of good. There was so much filth everywhere that he seemed to be just spreading it around, rather than mopping any of it up.
Time passed by slowly, and G grew more and more uncomfortable. It was sticky and smelly in here, and his muscles were starting to ache from being bent over the floor for so long.
“Wanna go home.” The monster would finally whine at last, his fins drooped pathetically and his tail coiled around himself.
It was the request that finally had him stir, sniffling and snorting to himself in a failed attempt to smell anything but the bathroom. And then, inevitably, the swamp monster brightened like it was Halloween—he recognized a happy elf when he saw one!
“Hullo.” G said happily, reaching up with sucker-tipped fingers to tug curiously at the duct tape. And the icky oozy ick that had ran away once the elf had yelled at it, of course! “G get you down. G not... not a princess.” The monster’s face pulled down unhappily for a moment, and after reflecting on his shame, Arel would find two meaty paws doing what they could to wrap around his body.
Unfortunately, gentleness was not generally in Gargantuan’s vocabulary.
He did his best to rip the elf free of his confines in a single, wrenching blow. If that didn’t do it, there would be several more painful tugs. No one could say that G wasn’t determined!
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:06 pm
Eventually, Shehk had realized waiting for her nose to numb was not going to happen, sighing.. and then again forcing herself to NOT be sic, drooping and looking across the disgusting room, then to the door... and then across the room... and then crying on the inside.
OH HOW SHE CRIED ON THE INSIDE.. and a little on the outside. It would have probably been fantastic for someone to see her BREAK.. if the whole room wasn't something that made for nightmares for all. Hell, once Shehk had gotten to the point where she actually attempted to clean up at least something, she'd taken one look at the toilet.. and alas, had not been able to contain herself as well as she'd wanted to, yanking up her collar up over her nose. It didn't really buffer much, but it was better than utterly PUKING all over everything.
However, when Arel pipped up, Shehk paused to look up at him, her brows knitting together and crossing her arms at the ice demon.
"Oh, I see how it is. Suddenly when you're as deep in the proverbial s**t," she paused and crinkled her nose, "I guess literal s**t too, you want to talk to us?" Clearly, Arel's ignoring of them earlier hadn't really gone over well with the Pricolici who.. half-glanced at the toilet before settling in to lamely scrub at it, her ears flattened back while she attempted to breathe through her mouth.
It was putrid.
Utterly putrid. And sadly, ultimately, Shehk lost to her stomach and did end up puking. Which actually smelled BETTER than the mess... even if it did take four flushes to get rid of it all. Hell, she'd barely made a dent on the toilet.
"Damn, we should just get a fire hose in here and spray the whole thing down." she commented, swallowing once to clear her mouth of the taste of bile before she stood again, frowning at the entire floor.
How could anybody let it get this bad?
Clearly the janitorial staff were a bunch of bachelors. Their homes probably looked like a murder scene or something like that too.. Hnngh. But she did, eventually, settle in to work on some attempt to clean. Though by 'attempt to clean' it was more like sitting in a corner and making that corner THE CLEANEST DAMN CORNER IN THE WORLD.
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And in her desperation to relieve her nose huffing the cleaning spray just a little. Not like, directly into her nose, but whenever she sprayed it.. she sprayed a LOT of it just to inhale the BRIEF MOMENTS OF PEACE for her nose. It was funny how much elbow grease it took to make a spot on the floor.. and partially up a wall look respectable again.
Even if the whole room was starting to smell like s**t and lemon. Which, sadly, was NOT a very nice combination of scents.. but it was tolerable. Shehk spent quite a bit of time in the 'tolerable' zone of scents, sadly. Someday she would just have to invest it some sort of smelly-good-stuff to shove up her nose to get through her days.
Damn if she didn't wish Tristan and his cigarette smoke smell were here now. At least then she'd be able to tolerate this misery by focusing on ANOTHER misery. She was never coming to detention without air freshener EVER AGAIN. If she had to have it.
Which, sadly, she wouldn't be surprised if she did end up with it again.
Somehow.
Either way, she put in the elbow grease to finish up her mighty task, keeping well....nothing down, as she'd already gotten RID of it all and the second she was sure she'd made the corner damn-well spotless she ran like a snowball out of hell from that place. Hopefully for good. Because, JackDammit, she was going to SKIP detention if she ever had to do any of this...
eve...
again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:14 pm
Finally, it seemed that big oaf of a first year was good for something! One eyebrow raised, he watched as they reached upwards, and-
- there was a very large squelch sound, an equally noisy groan of possibly the entire ceiling shaking under the effort, and what sounded suspiciously like something snapping.
Oh, Arel was down all right, packaged neatly in the first year's paws like a prized ornament a three-year-old had accidentally gotten hold of. The problem was, his scarf and cape were still very adamantly stuck on the ceiling, making the already tiny secretary look even more less impressive. It was kind of like looking at a shaved demon sheep.
The ice demon looked less than stellar as he hung upside down from their paws. He sighed, doing his best to squirm from their grip, managing to only wrestle one arm free. "You can drop me now, thank you." The last part was said with a smidgeon of sarcasm, just a tiny bit. He tried again, which unfortunately resulted in his arm getting stuck back to its original position and scowled at the other snippy first year.
"Look miss" - he eyed her, as it was hard to focus on things upside down - "dog student, I do paperwork and handle files, not assign detentions. IF you students had actually shut your traps, you might have suffered less of a fate in the Princess Corner than here, besides it's not my fault your lovesick tendencies got yourselves all in this much trouble." Actually, it kind of was his fault, being the perpetrator of setting up the board in the first place, but they didn't need to know. "Now if your friend here will kindly let me go, I will see if I can negotiate with the gnomes our release terms."
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:15 pm
"You could have just picked me up and I would have tore the tape to shreds and let him fall to the floor," Rain commented quietly, peering around the large green beast, though she had placed a hand on his back for support, not that he needed it.
She didn't like Arel. He was mean. Not as mean as the Headmistress but still mean. Of course, he didn't deserve being stuck here either. If Mistress Shox treated her own staff this badly then it was this no wonder that this one was particularly mean in return. Meanness begets meanness and all that rot.
Though he looked like a child, she knew better than to treat him like one. "I'm sorry, sir. That was uncalled for of me. Must be all the s**t I've had to endure, stinking up my brain." Hadn't her parents told her to respect those in charge? Even the pint sized child faced ones? If anything, that only made Arel more creepy. She instinctively shuddered before stepping back. It wasn't often that something creeped her out.
It didn't feel right to just stand there and though she didn't know most of the students, she felt like.. they were in this together. She might as well help them out. She felt sorry for Shehk especially, though she would never state so out loud. She wanted to help the other ghoul out. While this was bad for everyone, she had a feeling it was even worse for the neat freak.
Taking a fresh scrub brush, she took to scrubbing another toilet. If they helped one another, they'd get through this mess faster.
"A hose would be really nice," she agreed. "A few molotov cocktails or a pipe bomb would help as well."
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:30 pm
It had nothing to do with being a 'neat freak' (anybody who saw her organizational skills would know she wasn't a neat freak, sadly) and everything to do with the fact that she had a super-sensitive nose, even outside of her canine form. Shehk didn't even WANT to know how it would have been if she'd been in canine-form.
"'Dog Student'." Shehk crinkled her nose at this (or perhaps everything else she was smelling) and crossed her arms, her stomach churning in rage at her still being there. It seemed her ONE CORNER just wasn't going to do the job for those little hostage-ninjas. Or whatever they were. "And really, I would like to think I wasn't complaining that loudly. I would have happily suffered.." she paused and grimaced while she tried to think of an alternative. "Well, I would have rather been somewhere not here, thank you very much."
Shehk sighed and ultimately found she was just better off to cross her arms and make a face of disapproval at everything at the moment.
If she wasn't worried about being incapacitated, she probably would have been making attempts to snap at the gnomes with her SUPERFANGS.
"I'd rather be stuck with Bug-b***h than be here." she paused and made a face. "Oh, right. 'Nurse Cricket'."
Airpostrophes.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:48 pm
This was...unexpected for one Miss Emily Device. She had gone to detention thinking that something terrible would happen and well...this was pretty terrible. But part of her had expected to be surrounded by other students and teachers telling her how horrible she was and how they all hated her and thought she was simply no-good. And that she should just drop out before she shamed her entire family as well as herself.
And then there were the things that her brothers told her. That bad students sometimes had...parts removed for misbehavior, and that's why she should never eat anything that looked too familiar while in school.
This was just...work. Really horrid and disgusting work, but she could do that! Seeing the other students and oh god, poor Shehk! She tried to keep her personal relief to herself, and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the work ahead of her.
After five minutes of coughing and gagging due to inhaling too deeply inside that room, Emily started to get to work, only stopping when the pale antler boy was released from the ceiling. Oh! He looked cold! Maybe he really needed that big coat and scarf! Determined to be helpful, Emily jumped up and caught a dangling end of the scarf to pull it down.
The ceiling held the scarf firm, and the witch found herself swinging back and forth over the room. Back and forth. It was kinda fun. Back and forth! She was getting getting pretty high, and was that a window over there?Wat up high? It was pretty small, but maybe, just maybe she could swing through it? And she would get help! Or at least a hose? She would be a hero!
Face set, Emily swung as hard as she could toward the tiny window.
...
She had been so close. So very, very close. Fortunately the witch's impact against the wall was softened by the ooze and grime. In fact...it held her quite firmly in it's cushioned grip.
The trying-not-to-cry face was back in place again as Emily whimpered, "Sh-sh-shehk?!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:55 pm
"Yay." The monster boomed when the ceiling finally decided to let him have Mr. Elf. Maybe he tasted good. Maybe that was why the ceiling was reluctant to give him up. G''s jaws sagged open before he was really thinking about it, the tip of his thick tongue idly prodding at one of the demon's horns. Thankfully for Arel, Rain distracted him for a moment, and the beast was puzzled.
"G didn't think of that." He admitted to the berserker rather sheepishly, grinning at her before he flipped Arel right side up and set him down. Sharps claws were good for things like that! Of course, it went right over his head that the demon might have deserved a face full of... well.
"Dogggyyyyy..." G rumbled to himself, pleased, but noticed that Rain had started to clean again and wilted. She had already cleaned a lot, more than him. Following her example, he grudgingly made his way over to a toilet and swiped at it a few times with a brush, massive shoulders hunched with displeasure. "Yuck."
That was when there was a particularly interesting splat sound, and the swamp beast glanced up slowly to eye the curious sight of a young girl stuck in the wall.
"Oh. Hullo." G seemed oblivious to her upset, reaching out with a big hand to wave at her sadly. "G too big to play with you up there. Doggy can though. Doggy?" With a glance towards Shehk, he pointed enthusiastically. "Play!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:12 pm
Shehk's ears flattened back as the knew nickname was born, grumbling to herself. 'Doggy'. No she was NOTADOGGIEAUfdjksasdfklh;adfjk. However, she didn't really have the energy to be continuously angry right then, instead wincing at the place Emily had gotten herself stuck. That was.. ahh... pretty bad, actually.
"I'm already doing my best trick!" she jested, obviously referencing 'play dead', but none the less wandered over to look up at the girl who was stuck in the wall. Hmmm. That was ahh...
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Obviously the Pricolici wasn't sure what to make of the cementation to the wall. Her tail would have drooped too if it wasn't so happily in a state of 'fear' right then. Lesseeeee...
Shehk wasn't the tallest individual, so she had to stand on her tip-toes in order to grab Emily and attemptively tug her down.
Sadly what Shehk hadn't realized was that the most likely landing place of the Reaper was RIGHT ON TOP OF HER. Ohhhh snaps.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:13 pm
Perhaps it was from being upside down a little too long that made the ice demon absolutely confused as to where he was for a second. Oh right, stuck in a washroom. With whining first years. He was totally deducting some extra pay from the school's budget for himself after this.
Slowly wobbling a little, he made his way through the masses of mops, buckets, half-eaten buckets and everything else in between towards the rank of armed gnomes - was one of them holding a freaking nunchuck?
He stared down at them. They stared right back up. The nunchuck-gnome bared its teeth savagely. How DARE Hellma keep him in here, this was an outrage! Angrily, he rolled up both sleeves of his arm. Arel didn't want to do this, but it looked like he had no choice.
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