|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:14 pm
It was amazing how many students could be packed into one building..then again, the school was fairly large in size. Large enough, that the dragon was dumb enough to get himself lost on his way to class. "Okay..the boil said it was a left turn then right--no right again--er..straight ahead maybe? Oh! maybe I already passed it?" He paused. "WELL, only one way to find out!" Motioning forward, he weaved through the sea of students crowding the hall, looking from door number to door number.
He had to be close! The number was...was..oh..what number was he looking for again? 2 something? Maybe he should just stick his head in each door and ask if he was in the right spot? Or ask another student? Or..maybe, for today, he would just skip class. Now that was a plan! Its not like he would miss much, right? Right!
Turning on his heal, he marched down the hall in search of the school exit, so that he may return to his temporary swamp for the remainder of the day. Paying little attention to whom he was pushing past and bumping into as he moved; Haze's mind was off on cloud 9. Perhaps if he was paying attention, he would have seen the turquoise haired ghoul in front of him. But he didn't..
Colliding with the ghoul, he stumbled back a few feet, eye's dropping quickly to the ghoul he had almost ran over. Staring at her in horror, he fumbled through his words. "Oh--what? When did you--I didn't see you." Literally.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:05 pm
"Ugh, well this is frustrating..." holding out a slip of paper in front of her, Bea pouts at it. "You know, after I enrolled here, I thought things would go smoothly, but I never realized how big this place is". Bea paces back and forth several feet looking at each door, wondering which one she was supposed to head into. Problem is, it's hard to see with all these students walking among her. Many of which are taller then her. Getting her shoulder bumped every now and again by various students, Bea gets fed up. "What the JACK! Seriously? The school should make these hallways bigger! This is ridiculous!" Bea quickly jerks her head to flip her hair over her shoulder. She stands in the middle of the hallway watching all the students squeeze around her. After a while, Bea decided to try looking for the room again. Maybe she already passed it?
Just when Bea was about to turn around, a boil in black and neon blue attire had just ran right into her. Bea fell to the ground pretty hard. "OWWW! OKAY! I don't know what is UP with this---" Bea looks up at the boil frantically saying something. "Huh?" She couldn't quite understand him at all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:31 pm
This..was not his day. He was half expecting her to get up and start ranting on how he practically bulldozed through her or something like that. Instead, she remained where she fell and just stared up at him confused. Why was she staring? Did he say something odd? Er--he did. His cluster of word vomit probably sounded like a whole new language to the ghoul.
"Er--" Bending down, so that he may actually reach her current height, he held out a hand to help her up. "Sorry. For running you over." He hated apologizing, he rarely did for his actions, but it really was his fault. If it was anyone else, he would have found this all hysterical! But, not when it happened to him. "You alright--uh..ghoul?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:10 pm
He reached his hand out to her. Bea was surprised by this gesture and blushed a bit. Without a word, she placed her hand on his to help her up. A little embarrassed actually that she fell on her bum and gawked at him until offered a helping hand. Stupid. So stupid.
She brushed off and patted any dirt that may be on her butt, "It's okay..." She looked at him, head down, but eyes looking up with a half smile stretching on her face. Typically, she would start throwing a fit, blame the other person for not looking where he was going, or guilt trip the boogie bugs out of him. But not this time. This time... She seemed out of words. Not sure why though. Probably because she is used to initiating conversation with people, not the other way around.
"I'm fine," she replied while rubbing her butt cheek. "I'm not hurt." Yes she was. "My... um... rear is a little sore but It's fine." No it wasn't. It actually hurts a lot. She pouted a bit just thinking about how much it really did hurt. Butt hitting the hard floor was not a fun cushion of soft goodness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 10:14 am
Once he had helped her back to her feet, he folded his arms over his chest, looking anxious. Not quite over the fact that he had practically knocked the ghoul flying in his haste, though it was part of the reason, but he wanted to retreat back to his swamp before one of the teachers realized he was skipping out on class. He really should be in class, but..he didn't want too, not today..what a model student he was..
"Oh..Uh..Sorry about your..uh..rear." Scratching the back of his head, his eye's dropped to where she had been rubbing, not intentionally, but he stared anyways. After a minute of staring, he returned his gaze with hers. "Maybe you should see the school nurse..?" Where ever the hell that was. He thought. This school needed a map! Or..maybe it had one, and he just never saw it. He shrugged.
Fidgeting with a piece of his clothing, he stood there in an awkward silence, unsure of how to continue the conversation. So he instead brought the first thing that came to mind. "You have seaweed in your hair, by the way." Was she out swimming and just never brushed her hair? No..her hair was pretty tidy..a fashion trend he never heard of? Maybe.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 9:18 pm
Blushing at the fact that seemed to be staring, Bea really felt embarassed. With her head still tilted downwards, she looked up at him with just her eyes. Large, long lashed yellow eyes. "If you can show me where that is... That would be very helpful." Her feet started to go pigeon-toed, pointing inward in an adorable insecure way. Why was she feeling this way? The more she looked at him, the more she found him cute...
The silence was getting to her, though. She didn't know what else to say. Then finally, Haze broke the silence by pointing out her seaweed?!
"What? What's wrong with my seaweed?!" Very suddenly, Bea began feeling self-conscious, grabbing onto a lock of her hair with a strip of seaweed tangled in it. Nervously stroking her seaweed. "I've had it as long as I can remember! I mean, I dont know why I have it, but it doesn't look stuid does it? Oh, my JACK! Do they make me look ugly? You don't think I look ugly do you?" Starting to panic, eyes darting around back and forth. Then finally looking back up at Haze, getting extremely close to him, "D-Does my seaweed make me look ugly?" she said with a concerned voice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 6:22 pm
Oh crap---she just had to ask him where the infirmary was. Maybe he could lie? Just pick a random direction for the ghoul to follow? No..that would be mean--that was so what he wanted to do. "Its tha--" He paused in the middle of his lie, before dropping his hand that was about to reveal the phony direction and sighed. "I have no idea where it is actually. I'm still new to this place. I guess I could-" He hesitated a moment before finishing. "help you look.." He said, finally giving in. After all, it was his fault she got hurt in the first place.
His eye's widened at her reaction. Ghouls really did fuss over their hair and looks a lot! "Uh, n-" He was cut off as she rambled on, trying to fit in his answer in several spots. Finally, he was get his words in to answer when she finished with a question. "Er..no..I just thought it happened after a swim or something. Why would it be ugly?" He asked, furrowing his brow, confused. "What are you anyways? Do all your species have seaweed? Not that I'm complaining, its just--I haven't seen seaweed in people's hair---on purpose."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 8:04 pm
Bea furrowed her eyebrows at the boil. His question about her seaweed had made her forget all about her sore butt. "I... am a ghost. That would be the most logical answer..." she stared at him as if the answer was painfully obvious. "Well, people have been calling me a White Lady ghost...of... uhh... the Lake," turning her head to the side with a confused expression. She was unsure why people keep calling her that. Sure she only wore white dresses, and yes, she is a ghoul but she’s only been to the lake near the school only once. "My seaweed had always been a part of me. So I guess I've gotten used to it. Just like my barnacle! See?" Bea pointed to the rough patches of barnacle that seemed to be forming on her skin.
"You know, I don't feel sore anymore, so you don't have to worry about taking me to the nurse... You seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere anyway. Maybe I'll see you around at school. Take classes or join clubs together, I don't know!" Bea lets out a soft giggle. “So, um… I’ll just see you around! Please come by my booth sometime! I’m running for Public Relations for the student council.” She smiled at the boil even though he seemed completely confused. Looking at him in the eyes one last time, “I find you very cute,” Bea randomly blurted out before running past him a through the halls, disappearing in the sea of students.
((wc:874))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 11:57 am
White lady of the lake? He would need to remember that. If anything, he might just become accustomed to calling her 'White Lady'. "Oooh! That's cool!" Haze grinned when he eyed the barnacles growing on her skin. His skin couldn't do that..all his could do was dry out when on land too long. Suddenly, life seemed so unfair.
Blinking as the ghoul went on about feeling better all of a sudden, all he could do was stare as she spoke. He knew he was supposed to say something, but.."Huh? I'm what?" Before he could get an answer from the ghoul, she was gone. Did she..? Nahhhh. Scratching at the back of his head, he looked from side to side, trying to remember what exactly it was he was doing. Right! Of course! His swamp! With that, the boil left to seek out his swamp once again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
