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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:35 pm
Danny stared at the blank piece of paper she had layed out on the desk. She wasn't talking to anyone through her skelephone, her scraptop had been powered down- she even turn the SkeVee off.
The paper had just sort of been laying there for about ten minutes, not moving, not being written on, not eating anyone. A perfectly blank canvas just waiting eagerly to be used. Just laying there. So nice and quietly.
Danny burned it with a flaming slap.
Luckily all of her furniture was fireproof, but the paper wasn't as lucky. Little pieces of ash floated up into the warm air that filled Danny's room. They curled lackadaisically and then floated back down to the desk. The ghoul just whisked them away with a sweep of her hand. A pen was tapping impatiently on the desk, just waiting to be used. Sighing, Danny wished she would have brought Moure or Roch or SOMEBODY to hang out with her today, but nooo. She had decided that she was definitely going to write home to her family, with no distractions at all. That's what Moure and Roch were. Two big, oafy distractions.
G hopped up on the desk and handed her another piece of paper. Danny's expression turned from derpy frustration to a gentle smile. "Thanks G," she said quietly. The little treat just nodded and hopped off the desk. G realized Danny needed a little time. Writing was not her forte.
Finally, she started. It was just a simple salutation and preamble, but it was what took Danny such a long time to write.
Danny's Letter Dear Mummy and Deadie, Hi! I miss you guys HI GUYS I'm writing to you from school finally. It's so fun it's the best thing ever! School has been very helpful with my education and ... uhm my social life is getting better fluorishing!
Danny stared at G and smiled. Hey this writing thing wasn't that hard! Nevermind all of the things she'd crossed off, those were just mistakes. Danny smirked at G and said, "See? I even used the word fluorishing." She pointed to the words as she spoke, as though the word fluorishing was her ticket to the Noble Creep Prize.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:38 pm
Danny's Letter Right ... Well I made lots of new friends. There's this stupid... wonderful boy named Roch who can play the guitar! Oh he's a reaper ... I think ... I don't really know. He wouldn't let me take his comb though. Stupid oaf. Still, he's nice. We're starting a club together! Were you guys ever in a club? Oh ... wait the school makes you be in a club huh ... Well anyways, we're gonna play music and have lots and lots and lots of fun! Oh uhm ... speaking of clubs So about this club Our club really needs a drumset though! Maybe a piano? Could you arrange that deadie?
Danny was used to simply asking her parents for things- she was a bit spoiled that way. Maybe they'd send it? They probably would. Bernard absolutely loved it when Danny called him "deadie." Regardless of her begging, she stared at her worked rather proudly. Her tail was whipping back and forth with how much she'd written, and only crossed off a few things! Then she realized it was mostly about Roch and frowned. Her letter couldn't just be about one person. Especially not Roch.Danny's Letter Oh uhm, anyways. I met this cute little igor patchwork, and a manticore, and there was this banshee ghost that grabbed my tail that was very nice ... Oh and Moure! He's this patchwork runner guy, and he let me have a sleepover with him! His room was so bare I couldn't help but buy him some stuff. Pillows, candies, things like that. You don't mind right?
Danny smirked mischievously. G would play with her, wouldn't he? She snuck around the corner of the room into the kitchen and shouted "BOO!" The poor ghoul's face fell when she didn't see G anywhere. The little treat had just disappeared. Her tail drooped as she realized this meant she would have to go back to writing the letter. Danny's hands balled into fists and she gave herself a determined speech, "Alright Danny! You can do this!"
However, her motives weren't fulfilled when she sat down at the desk though. The moment she flopped into the little swivel chair, she began to fiddle with her pen again. She took a moment to flicker her lamp on and off- the lighting had to be just right of course. The desk drawer opened and she began to explore all the little things she had put in it- erasers, scissors, etc. Almost a half hour passed before she remember her purpose of coming over to the desk. Sighing, she picked up the pen and began where she left off.
Danny's Letter Where was I? Oh yeah. So my education is going awesome as well- I know that you were worried mummy, about me not being to handle it- but I can! I did! We had this sex education class, and Cricket ate a student we talked about fear mixing and I didn't really get it fully understood it! There were these cute bugs too ... oh nevermind. There's a music class here too! Oh just a second, there's a gardening gnome here to see me.
Danny set her pen down to talk to the little gnome that had knocked on her door. It was going off about the tree she had burnt down yesterday. Oops. Danny was glad to have the distraction. "I'm really really really really sorry about the tree. I'll plant a new one in the same spot, I promise!" Fat chance. Danny didn't really ... "do" plants. The gnome grumbled off, clearly unsatisfied with her answer, but Danny thought that was just the way gnomes acted. She waved as it left and skipped back to her seat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:41 pm
Danny's Letter Oh yeah! Doggy Ignis is doing fine. He ran out of chew toys the other day, but this nice puppy boil gave me some. Did I tell you about G? He's this cute treat who sleeps in my boobs is the sweetest thing. He seems to have disappeared though ...
Just where had he gone? It was a tad odd to just hear the lava fountain bubbling in the corner and nothing else. Danny's stomach gave a gurgle, demanding that she go and get food for herself. Setting down the pen, Danny again left the letter for a distraction. Danny slithered over to the kitchen and opened up her cabinets. Nothing but a bunch of plates and some cereal. Drats. Fridge to the rescue! Hadn't Claire said something about how "climing" in the fridge was bad? Danny nodded and made sure not to do anything stupid. She would protect herself from whatever "climing" was.
Opening the fridge door, there wasn't much to see. Some hotdogs, worm chips, some leftover scream cheese ... there really wasn't much. She grabbed one of the yipping hotdogs and lit up her hand. Instantly, it was burnt to a crisp. Mmmm. Burnt. Munching on the burnt remains of a hotdog, Danny walked over to her bed. Eating was just always better when you were sitting on something cushy. She almost reached over for the Skemote, but convinced herself back over to the desk. She plopped back down in the chair...
Then spent the next five minutes twirling herself around in said chair. Finally though, she got back to work. Danny's Letter Mummy! You'll never believe what I found out here. There are some people who actually like water. This boil uhm ... this pony ... A pony-boil named Calder said he covers himself with it to get clean. I KNOW. I didn't believe it either at first. Amityville has tons of weird things- this girl Claire she has a tummy on her mouth mouth on her tummy! There are these trick or treaters too who run around giving people stuff! Like like right now is the floresctival and I really wanted to go, and whined and moped about it for days but I told myself "studies are more important! No festival for you!" Deadie you would've been so proud of me, I swear by Jack's bones I am going to be the best fire demon ever ever ever.
Wow. Danny took a moment to admire all the writing she'd done. This was probably more writing than she'd ever done. There was that time she wrote a story about an alien in a tree, but that didn't count. Maybe she had put too much into this? Well ... her parents would be proud of her, wouldn't they! Danny smiled triumphantly. It was time to wrap this bad boy up, and go celebrate with Moure via Scario Kart all night long.
Danny's Letter Anyways, I'm having trouble with studies, but it will be okay the best time ever! I can't wait to come home though. I miss Rosalie's roast rats so much! The only rats they have here are the generic kind- scrags. There aren't big ones like in the fields at home. I miss you guys too! Hope everything is okay at home. This letter took so long to write, I never want to do another oneMissing my mummy and deadie a lot, Daniella
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:43 pm
Two hands that belonged to a beaming fire ghoul patted the paper happily. She had faced the paper and won. She folded the letter smoothly and shoved it into an envelope crudely. Really, where was G? He always kept things so tidy and neat. He would be good at envelope stuffing, surely. Danny flopped her arms out on her desk, exhausted. She skittered over to her bed and rolled around with Ignis out of pure joy. "Doggy! Doggy I finished writing the letter! All by myself!" she squealed.
Danny sat up abruptly. No, she wasn't quite done yet. Her family had one more member. She daintily set Ignis on the bed again and stalked over to her spinning chair. She pulled out a piece of paper, and nabbed her pen.
Danny's Second Letter Dear Oersted, I am going to be the best student and no one will stop me. Daniella
She stared at the letter she had just written. G had come back in the room and watched her process, apparently fascinated once again with what she was doing. With a sad sort of smile on her face, she reached a hand out and stroked G's fur. Danny handed him the pen and, gripping the letter to Oersted, ran towards her window. The windows were old and creaky, just perfect, and she slammed them open. Her hands pushed the shutters open and she hoisted herself out of the window, onto the little overhand that was right below the window. She looked at the letter in her hands, reading each word carefully, like a secret mantra to herself.
Rapidly, her hands began to heat up until they burst into flames, dissolving the paper slowly. She watched the letter burn, ever so slowly creeping along the edge until there was only one word left.
"Oersted."
Danny blew the ashes out into the demon courtyard, and they floated away slowly. She watched them until they disappeared down onto the ground. It started raining, so Danny ran inside and didn’t look out the window again. She picked up her skelephone and texted Moure. “u game? my dorm?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:47 pm
Some time Later.
A letter sat in Danny’s mailbox, though at the moment she didn’t know it- she was off in class or playing on the grounds somewhere. The letter was small, and written in a curled script befitting a queen. The letter was wrapped in a professionally sealed envelope, with the Fitzgerald monochre, and a decorated flame border. It was addressed to one “Daniella,” no more than that. A mother wouldn’t endanger her own demon child by giving away her full name after all. Once someone discovered the letter in the communal mailbox, it would inevitably bounce around a bit before arriving at Danny’s dorm- after all, she hadn’t told a soul her name was Daniella yet. The staff was smart though, they would sort it out soon enough.
Claudia’s letter My Dearest Daniella, Oersted graced us with his presence today. Turns out he has made a deal with Scream Co., can you believe it darling? He came with presents for everyone, including one for you. I have included it in this letter, and I do hope it reaches you. He really has the best eye for presents. It is wonderful to hear about your school life, I hope it continues to be productive. Your Mummy, Claudia
Encased in the tiny envelope was a coin, the size of a finger nail, with a flame engraving on it. It was old and chipped, and had obviously spent some time in the dirt. It was obviously some sort of artifact or another- probably relatively valuable. Once Danny received the letter, she would promptly place it in her collection drawer, as far back as she could, without a word.
A second letter came from her deadie the next day- why the two parents wrote separate letters was beyond Danny. They got along wonderfully. Perhaps they just wanted to be more personal. Perhaps they simply didn't realize one was writing as was the other. Perhaps they planned it together, so they could write more to her like they were right there talking with her, to make her feel at home. Maybe, it wasn't planned at all.Bernard’s Letter Daniella, I am happy to hear of your successes. It seems you’re following in Oersted’s footsteps very promptly- I am nothing but ecstatic to hear so. This … Roch boil. If he gives you trouble, I am a skelephone call away. The same goes to this Moure fellow, and all the other boils- and ghouls quite frankly- that you meet. HA! I know you will be safe though. All my love, Your Deadie Bernard
Danny stared at the letters for a long time, trying to interpret some inner meaning to the letters she simply wasn’t getting. Frustrated, she threw the letters in her shelf drawers and left them there to gain dust. After that, she grabbed as much food as she could and headed to the roof, where she sat for what seemed like hours, just staring out into Halloween.
This is Halloween, This is Halloween...WC: 2395
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