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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 11:42 am
Neil was starting to believe that this school was a ghoul paradise. So far the boil had run in to nothing but ghouls. Some of them were way cool and others were shy or skittish. But, all and all, the boil wasn't about to complain about an overabundance of ghouls. He actually preferred it to the school being full of other boils.
Not that he didn't enjoy another boils company. He did. But Neil was a bit at that age that ghouls were a little more interesting then boils. Or he was just now noticing things. No, he wasn't a perv. But a sausage fest just did not appeal to the boil. Give him ghouls any day.
And now the boil found him self with his hands shoved in his pocket, a scowl perma placed on his face, and his headphones blasting some band you probably never heard of. He kicked a pebble as he went pretending to not enjoy what ever he was listening to. Really, he was in a good mood. Honest. But to those passing by it would seem that Neil had a dark cloud following him. He glared at everyone he passed and hurried along as if he had some place to be.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 12:36 pm
Meanwhile, at the opposite end of the corridor, Mortimer was once again dug deep into his Groanspring. While his skellyphone was a little outdated in comparison to, say, eyePhones, it was at least decent enough to be able to support the Groanspring app. Mort always seemed to be stuck on the site when not using his laptop for games or other Interweb surfing habits; there was always a tab open to his screemail so that he would always know the second someone sent him something on there. It was almost an addiction, really, piled on top of his other electronic addictions.
Addicting enough that he wasn't watching where he was going.
He was just hitting the send button on his question to Herryk about the poem he had worked on when the zombie suddenly jostled shoulders with another boil. The phone shook in his hands, but he managed to stop it from falling. "S-S-sorry!" Mort squeaked, which came out so instead of normally because immediately he felt that sort of dark mood bubble around the guy he had just bumped into. And that scowl!
Oh Jack, he was going to get the bully treatment, wasn't he. Mort gulped.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 12:57 pm
Neil didn't say anything. The tall lengthy boy just scowled at the other boil with out really meaning to scowl. He was quiet for a long moment before observing the skellyphone. "Retro," He pointed to the phone still observing it. "I can dig that," He brushed some hair out of his eyes with a free hand. There wasn't much else to say then that. The fact that this boil was a little nervous didn't dawn on Neil. He had no idea how strong he came off with his negative aura some times. Now Neil was digging in his pocket with a sharp look in his eyes. What was he looking for?
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 1:38 pm
Oh Jack. Oh Jack. "Th-This?" Mort asked meekly, holding up the phone. "R-Retro, yeah . . . Need update, need n-n-new phone." The music the older boil was blasting was definitely unfamiliar to him, though he wondered if having more sensitive ears made it worse on his hearing; well, assuming the scruffy-looking guy had sensitive hearing! Mort couldn't lie and say he knew what having a canid or feline or whatever other creature part meant in life.
"S-So, um . . . What band listen?" he asked, not able to help but have his eyes dart as the boil dug around for something. It was more preferable than the looking into glare-ish look in those red eyes!
Oh Jack, what if it was a knife? Not that bodily harm or being cut would substantially harm someone like a zombie, but it still hurt man.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 1:50 pm
The monster was still digging through his pocket. He seemed determined to find what ever it was he was looking for. He still looked very intense and stern as he dug through those pockets. Then he paused at Morts question about what band. " Knife knife stab rose," It probably sounded like an emo band but it wasn't. Neil didn't look like he really cared to explain the type of music it was as he was still focused on finding something in his pocket. Finally, Neil seemed to have found what he was looking for. Slowly, he pulled out a beat up phone. It was not a knife, thank jack, just a beat up old skellyphone. Not the same make as Morts, but not an up to date one either. "I think people take their phones for granted." He twirled the thing around in his hand. It was a flip open model.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:11 pm
Knife . . . Knife . . . Stab Rose? ouo Well now.
"That's . . . a-a cool name. Never heard," Mort said, not sure what else to say as the monster pulled something out. The boil's phone looked like it had seen better days, and Mort couldn't understand why he would want to keep it around - unless he was pressed for cash. And that, Mort could understand.
"Flipper, y-yiss? Mine is slider with touch screen. S-Still old for tech standards," he said with a small chuckle. "Had f-flipper once, but was l-lotta trouble. Traded in for seeds f-for new one." Mort neglected to mention that he had accidentally caused the phone to have a power surge during one of his "incidents", forevermore making the skellyphone.
"So, um . . . new here?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:28 pm
Neil didn't remark on the fact Mort had never heard of them before. Most people gave the same answer when he listed a band he was listening too or liked. After a while he just shrugged. "Yeah Im amazed that its still working right with all we've been through," He offered the contraption to the zombie, "I don't want to part with it though," He didn't explain that he didn't want to part with it because it was unique to him. More and more people had the newer versions and the older versions became more and more forgotten. To Neil, that made it a bit of a treasure. An oddity. Yeah, it was true. Neil was stuck up in a weird way. "Pretty new yeah. What about you?" He lifted a brow at the zombie which some how made his face look less intense. " Honestly, I assume everyones been here a while so I don't know." He frowned causing his face to darken once more.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:58 pm
It was funny: Mort could both sympathize and be confused by the boil's decision to keep it. On the one hand, sentimentality for the old was something of an undeadish and ghostish thing, and he certainly had odd collections of aged things both at home and in his dorm. On the other, his tech always had to be new, and he was getting tired of his skellyphone being, well, behind-the-times. "Just dun l-like quick t-tech change sometimes," the zombie said, observing the flip phone when offered; he was afraid to touch it, however, in case his brain suddenly went stupid again and let off a charge.
"Not so new no m-more," Mort added, pocketing his phone even as it vibrated with Herryk's reply. "Gone through lots, t-try help new peeps - peoples." After having to explain what "peeps" were, he was careful to explain any strange word. "Is Mortimer, Mort is sh-short. Don't mind funny speaking - b-brain is funny."
He didn't usually feel a need to explain that, but . . . the "tough guy" vibes this one was giving off were making Mort rather quick to provide whatever information necessary. It also didn't really help that, well, the news recently wasn't putting the school in a great light.
In fact: "Need be knowing n-newbies. Too many b-bad things going on lately . . ."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:37 pm
Neil hadn't really questioned the way Mort spoke but it was interesting to hear the zombies explanation. Neil couldn't imagine being in a dead body and being reanimated. It was a thought that actually made his skin crawl a bit. The boy with the face that split opened actually had a bit of a squick. Not that undeads them selves made him cringe, they were fine. Him being one, not fine. "Your at least aware though," He gave Mort a nod. "Neil," He offered up his name freely. Mort had given his after all and there was some level of politeness hidden away in the dark grumpy exterior. "Need to be knowing newbies? Bad things going on? What like vandalism or something?" It was clear that Neil was completely in the dark of the happenings Mort was referring to. He'd missed out on a lot of those happenings with certain cloaked figures. Not only that but the monster was not yet well connected with those that actually knew what had happened.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:53 pm
"Wish w-was . . ." Mort shook his head, then glanced about. "B-but is not safe speak it. Much worse. Bull'tins say school wrong, but . . . they wrong." Though he spoke softly, as if afraid a Boogeyman might be listening. Who knew anymore? Hunters could infiltrate the grounds, and they were outsiders - a Boogeyman could easily slip into the academy and quell any signs of rumor-mongering about these "myths".
He shook it off and nodded. "Hallo, Neil," Mort said, quite out of order in his thoughts and giving him a small smile. "Where live? Still unpacking in u-undeads for self. If want know, c-can give tour. Ish."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 6:34 am
A brow raised when Mort informed him it wasnt safe to talk about. Not that Neil had spared the time to read what the bulletins had to say about the school. The boil never read what ever was posted on those things unless if there was a band maybe. Maybe. " Wrong?" He was curious now. There was even a head tilt to show how curious he was. But the topic was quick to change much to Neils disappointment. "Monster dorms," His reply was short and to the point. Morts small smile was not returned in smile form but Neils face did lighten a little. "Tour? I haven't had one of those yet. I guess you could give me one," He sounded bored with the idea. Honestly he'd rather a cute ghoul give him a tour but Mort seemed to have some form of information that sounded interesting. So he did not decline the boils offer. "I haven't been to the undead dorms though. I'm done unpacking but if you need help...." He coughed in his hand. Neil was actually offering to be helpful to a boil. A rare event indeed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 2:47 pm
He guessed he could? Mrrr . . . what was that suppose to mean? Still the offer to help was tempting . . . But picking one of the dorms was a little suspicious if he didn't want to show his room. Or maybe Neil was just the kind of guy who didn't invite people willy nilly. Or maybe Mort was just thinking too hard again. He really needed to be careful about that lest his brain lash out with some nasty shocks.
"If don't mind smell, c-can help," Mort said eventually, rubbing the back of his neck. "Kinda . . . w-working on it. Rot flesh hard to hide. B-But put off unpack long 'nuff, yess. N-Not lot stuff left. Will give b-better 'splanation while work?"Chobi_Chocobo If you want, I can also invite Herryk in since he wanted to help his bro move in.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 4:21 pm
Neil had no idea that Mort was suspecting him of being one of the hooded ones. And for that matter, the gimblewolf knew nothing about the hooded ones or any of the attacks. So he was blissfully ignorant at the fact that Mort was thinking he was suspicious. "Rot...Flesh?" The gimblewolf lifted a brow at that bit. Come to think of it... The undead dorms were going to smell of dead flesh and rot. He had a sensitive nose to those sorts of things in general. Though, being a male canine, Neil didn't mind it so much long as it wasn't over powering. " I think I can manage," Was mumbled after a long moment of debate. Still, even if it didn't show on the gimblewolfs face, he was a tad worried.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:42 pm
(( AGLKSFSLDFH I am sosososo sorry I was slow to reply. ;; )) o3o Mort would have thought that, upon learning he was a zombie, that rotting flesh was going to be involved. Come to think of it, those ears and tail gave him a distinct feeling that Neil was some sort of dog, and didn't dogs have good senses of smell? Yikes . . . Well it would look rude to say no now, so with a grateful nod, Mort led him over towards the undead dorms. It didn't take long before they reached a door that had a yellow caution sign that said CAUTION: NERDS AT WORK, with an accompanying blacked out image of a video game controller.
"Mrrr . . . One sec." Mortimer unlocked the door gingerly, peeking in. A few seconds later he pulled out and sighed in relief, opening the door to let Neil in behind him as he went down the few steps just beyond the doorway. "We 'kay," he told him, his voice notably softer. "Brian sleeping. I-If can do not wake him, will be happy."
The zombie's room was, to be frank, messing. Several shirts were strewn on the floor, along with a pair of shorts, a Game Informer magazine, and several empty envelopes which had clearly been torn open. One corner had been penned, and three young pigimps were in the small enclosure - one green, one skeletal, and one with . . . was that fire on its tail? In an opposing corner laid a curled up zombie dragie, snoozing away with a visible hooked fang poking out of its mouth.
Most importantly? Several cardboard boxes of clothing, game systems and accessories, and what looked like a bed comforter and sheets.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 11:36 am
(( Its okay o u o)) The stench. The thickness of it all, the sickness. It was thick in the undead dorms and at first, Neil thought he might end up like Mort. Dead from it all. But it settled in the back of his nostrils as background scent after a while. That didn't mean that Neil didn't gag. He did. It was a relief to see at least the pig imps were penned up. The dragon like creature seemed to be asleep. But, Neil kinda wished that Neil had it penned up. The way Mort had to go check on his room before hand gave Neil plenty of reason to be a little worrisome. "Well well well," Neil evaluated the room for a moment, "Not too bad." Neil folded his arms behind his head and sniffled. He was doing his best to ignore the dragon like mini in the corner. He wandered over to the box of game stuff and started to dig carelessly through it. It was as if he was in search of something.
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