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 Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 3:41 pm
((Backdated to happen before the Detention rp))
The Growls and Grumbles bookstore was known to have a very select clientele. Bookworms, professors, and mad scientists or doctors looking for reference material in print before going to cutting block. A deranged poet was muttering to himself in the corner while reading a book, and a big-eyed moth ghoul was shyly moving through the romance section. This wasn't your average place to pop in to find the newest, modern series. It certainly wasn't a place he would go to, but he wasn't here looking for books. He had been after something more interesting, perplexing, and would take more than a good sit down by the fire to figure out (though that didn't mean he wouldn't like to cuddle with it beside a fire just as he would a good story).
No. This newly-created stallion was looking to make his own romance, and he had waited and done enough to get it. This was his chance, and carefully watching his darling, seeing his routine and practice of coming here on weekends, and gathering the necessary materials (*cough*stolen*cough*) transformed him to give him this chance.
Stepping slowly into the bookstore, a elegant stallion of long, black hair, silken, glossy, and moving in underwater waves looked about. He was dressed finely in a black turtleneck sweater, slacks, and polished black hooves. He had a faint tan to his skin, slightly gray, with a white patch on his brow, trailing down between ruby-red eyes. His hair, though long, was actually up, tied in a pony tail with a few slender braids, and clasped in a plaid-green ribbon. Despite looking older, he didn't seem too tall, though he certainly was taller than most.
Smiling, his black horse ears pivoted, before he turned his head and moved. He had waited a good 5 minutes before his beloved had entered the store to make this meeting seem natural and spontaneous. Oh, if all it had been, but he knew that if Alabaster wasn't about to spot him in class, he wasn't about to take notice of him in a bookstore. Then again, if appearances were what were keeping him away, he would just step over the taboo and the worry by making him look older. Either way, he was sure he'd fall in love with the real him inside. It was all that mattered in the end…and….(The black horse looked up.)..... a crafted horn worked wonders too.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 4:23 pm
The door opened with a familiar creak, and the ting of a small bell. The ghost woman behind the desk smiled and nodded at Dr. Alabaster as he entered Growls and Grumbles. He raised his hand in a small gesture, and gave his best attempt at a half-smile. All the staff liked him, and were quite friendly, but that didn't mean he shared the sentiment. He was never fond of those who failed to use their brains and potential, and instead chose the doldrums of working retail. Of course, the bookstore did attract a bit better lot than the usual retail locations. The woman behind the counter, for example, had been a student of his only a few years earlier. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, but never seemed to amount to anything after graduating from the academy. It was a pity.
Spotting a couple other shop regulars, he made the same half-wave and smile. Most of the people who shopped here, on the other hand, were the creme filling of Halloweentown's intellectual pie. He could trust that whoever was in here was up to snuff with smarts. Alabaster liked the feeling of being around his equals; the long days filled with non-caring students, and mildly inept coworkers left him longing for deep conversations about the inner workings of life. All anyone ever talked about in the teachers' lounge was gossip about who was sleeping with who on whatever show was on the spookovision at the time.
Alabaster headed to the fiction section, and began to browse to see if anything jumped out at him. His plan was to find a book worth reading (because so many these days weren't worth the paper they were printed on), and then relax in the cafe portion of the store for the rest of the night.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 4:57 pm
Calder read. He had tons of books in his room, but nothing of the sort of quality in the bookstore, and certainly far more …descriptive. That wasn't too say he was dumb, but then again, what sort of student felt it was smart to pull off this sort of ridiculous plan? Not many, and if they did, Calder would have to break a limb for anyone going after his beloved who – speaking of which – had just trotted his fine, slender self right into the bookstore.
Perfect. What better haven for his tired and worn dear to go to than the bookstore. Did he not know that today, in this very store, he would meet the one to take his time and end his long, endless days of suffering and loneliness? That a strapping stallion in black would take the frowning, fair-white beauty and put all other cheap romances to shame? That they would be hailed as one of the great couples on level with Jack and Sally? Ohhh, he was looking adorable with that scowl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calder restrained himself from gleeing right there and taking snapshots, and instead breathed out, pushing back some tousled hair from his face that hadn't been pulled into the pony tail and shook his head. Be smooth. You are an older man here. He smiled, taking a book and pretending to read as Alabaster passed and, as he slipped into fiction, set the book back on the shelf.
Trotting his way over, he tilted his head into the aisle and caught the sight of the were-unicorn retreating – and what a lovely sight that was? Admiring for a moment, he shook his head and then followed. He rose his chin up, strode with confidence, and inwardly swam in a lake of happiness in being able to meet the Literature professor outside of class and in a way in which he could talk to him without getting either one of them in trouble. He was free here, and he noticed how delighted he was to see Alabaster outside of school up close and not when he was hiding in some bush or behind a lamp post instead.
"My. My. I'm clearly in the right place. Someone as gorgeous as you has to be a work of fiction." No, it was just made up. Calder was that amazing, and he wished he had a friend here to high-five and beam at how great that line was. Pure poetry, but being just near Alabaster inspired the best words out of him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:55 am
Oh my.
What was that comment? More importantly, who was that?
Trying hard to not blush, Alabaster regained his composure after a brief moment and scowled at the stranger. That was hardly the way to greet someone; completely improper. Effective, but improper.
It was also bothering him that he couldn't remember ever seeing this stallion around town, let alone ever in the bookstore. One would think that they would remember one with such good taste in style as to wear turtlenecks. And he was another were-unicorn; not exactly a hard thing to miss. Maybe Alabaster needed to take his nose out of dusty books a bit more often and get out and meet other monsters.
After what felt like a nine-months-pregnant pause, Alabaster spoke, "I..... um...." Or at least he tried to speak. This wasn't really working out too well for him, and he was caught off guard. The dashing professor was not used to not having exactly the right words to say. Then again, it had been a long, long time since anyone had noticed him in such a way.
"I assure you that I'm not fictional," he spat out ungracefully, "You though, sir, I'm having trouble placing you. Were you galloping through my dreams last night?" The last time he had used that line, was about 24 years, 7 months, and 28 days ago. Yes, Alabaster kept a running tally of the last time he unsuccessfully attempted to enter into a relationship. His only recent love affair was with a good book and good drink on a cold and lonely night.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:25 am
For anyone else, they might have gagged at such an outdated line, but Calder only moved in, leaning on the bookshelves and smiling as he looked to him, completely smitten. The leaning on the bookshelf thing not only made him look rebellious and confident, but it was serving to keep him from dropping to the ground in a half-swoon, his legs growing weak under the gaze of his one and only. Professor Alabaster was flirting with him. HIM! That one little line would serve Calder well into the future, and he would dedicated it to memory and play it over like an abused record. It was now that he wished he remembered to bring something to record his voice (he really needed to invest in a voice reek-corder).
All too pleased, he shook his head slowly. "If I was galloping through your dreams, I'm sure I was just chasing after you." Though he had been since he found out about the Literature professor, both in and out of his dreams. To put up with the mundane, he leaned back, breathing deep. "I’m new in town. I decided to come to the only bookstore worth going to, and now I see that I found something I certainly wish to check out." He let his eyes travel, smiling. "I've heard of a dashing were-unicorn of unmatched grace and style in these parts, but I thought everyone was yanking my tail." He leaned in, not too close, but close enough to make this more than just a formal chit-chat with passing strangers. "Did your parents give you a name when you were born, or were you just sent up from below on a golden chariot as a gift to all of us?" Calder didn’t' believe in laying it on lightly. He had one chance, and he was going to pull all the stops, and even now, he was restraining himself.
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