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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 8:46 am
It was a decent day. A bit cold, sure, but Roch hadn't quite gotten to the point where he was going to go buy a coat. He was stubborn on this fact, to the point where he'd started searching for spells to keep warm with in the library. So far he'd had no luck. Well, that was to be expected, since he'd only had one spells and hexes class in his life...
But that didn't mean he couldn't go LOOK at coats, he thought as he headed across campus, intent on going to the maul. Besides, if anything big happened he could just take the coat off, right? Jack it was freezing. How the heck did it get this cold here when it was never this cold back home? The punk reached up, rubbing his arms with his hands to try and warm up. Even his hair seemed frozen in place, and not just from the gel he'd used earlier. He swore there were icicles in it! Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but still!
If he kept this up he'd wind up clinging to Danny just for the walking heater aspect of having a fire demon for a best friend!
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 12:46 pm
Gene had just gotten off of her morning shift, quite exhausted from the long day of taking orders, blending coffee, and dealing with people who thought they knew what they were talking about. Sometimes, she hated having to perma-smile. But, work was work, and work made seeds, and seeds got more coffee, among other things. Like a sign for her dorm door that said "Proceed with caution: Coffee Addict." Yeah, that was well worth her hard earned seeds.
And so, in her exhausted mind, the decision was made to play a dirty trick on some poor passerby. She would take on their appearance and approach them, before gliding off cackling, having appeased her bad mood.
Her eyes started to scan for a target. Werewolf with the "mom" tattoo? No. Zombie ghoul with the stripper boots? Nope, wouldn't do. Reaper boil from Acting glass with the awesome purple mohawk? Yes. So much yes.
She focused her FEAR around her body, focused on the boil's appearance, and then POP! She looked like the punk Reaper boil.
"Hey! You there, ya jackin' b*****d!" She sauntered up to the boil, pointing a finger at him, wearing an expression that said 'I've gota bone to pick with you." It was an act, yes, but she thought it was a pretty good one!
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 12:57 pm
The body of a guitar appeared, summoned in that second and aimed right at the ghost's throat, one long fingered hand wrapped around the neck, and a very dangerous look on the reaper's face as he looked "himself" in the eye. "Really," Roch said coldly. "Tell me more, little ghost, like just what the JACK do you think you're doin' looking like me." First year, at most, his soul sense was telling him. Didn't matter. It'd been a bad day to begin with, no cash whatsoever from working the street corner, and now a freakin' PRANK? "Or do you want to go straight to the bone pickin?" he asked with an evil grin. "Cuz I'm pretty sure ghosts don't got bones, but that won't stop me from lookin' for one."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 3:12 pm
Gene flew back with a startled expression, immediately shedding the Reaper's appearance at the appearance of the bladed guitar. Oops, looks like she picked the wrong boil to prank. She threw her hands in front of her face, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry! I was just a fan of your hair, and I've seen you around school, and I thought this would be fun! I really didn't mean to offend you..."
Well, she could check this boil off her potential friends list. In all honesty, she had no clue that he had a fear of Ghosts, or that he would react the way he did. Though, his threats were just a bit overboard.
"Really though, you don't need to pick any of my metaphorical bones." She tossed him a voucher for a free coffee, along with some seeds. "Just don't hurt me, alright? I'm sorry, and I'll never show myself around you again."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 4:17 pm
His guitar disappeared. He'd just threatened a little ghoul. Sure, she was a GHOST little ghoul, but she was still a little ghoul, one that was now terrified of him. He groaned, running a hand over his face. "Jove is gonna KILL me," he muttered. "Look," he said. "Sorry. Just... don't do that without warning me next time, alright?" He wanted to leave now. But--Man, that offer to never show herself, that was jackin' tempting-- "Are you heading back to school?" he heard himself ask. Jack, when had he become such a nice guy?
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 12:55 am
The guitar suddenly dissipated, leaving Gene still shell shocked, but the Reaper boil looking a bit guilty. Just who was this Jove person, anyway? His caretaker? Ghoulfriend? Such a strange boil...
"Er, yes. School. That's where I'm headed..." She gave him a few nervous nods, before holding out her hand, with a little apprehension of course. "Er, my name is Genevieve. You can call me Gene if you'd like?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:30 am
"Roch," he said with a shrug. Well it wasn't the worst part of town she could be in, it was actually rather middle to upper class, which would make going home safe... theoretically. "C'mon, I'll walk you home," he said reluctantly. "In exchange for you not tellin' people I freaked out back there," he added quickly. "Sure a lot of them know my problem, but..." A relapse like that was retarded, he finished silently.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:00 am
"G..gothca." Gene nodded, floating beside him. What and odd day it had already been, one that had definitely taught her something; only copy the people you know won't react violently.
"I've heard about you, you know. Around the rumor mill. I guess I just didn't know WHO you actually were." She chuckled nervously, stealing a gaze at the boil. "I'll pick my battle more carefully next time." She gulped, rolling her shoulders. "Though, you do seem a bit more on edge than the rumor mill says you are. Something happen?" Ignorant Gene is ignorant.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:22 am
He hesitated. "I... ain't so good with ghosts," he admitted. "I'm workin on it! I seriously am. I mean, before I got to the school I probably would have followed through with my threat, hell, you probably wouldn't have seen me," he said with a shrug. "I have... history." Then he fell silent, his eyes searching the shadows, much like someone expecting an attack at any moment. "Rumor mill? What all do you hear about me?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 1:44 pm
"Oh, well, you know... Just that you can be kind of a punk, play guitar, hit first ask questions later, that sort of thing. Nothing big. But, no one ever said anything about the ghost thing." She said everything in a neutral tone, still a little antsy in her mind. He did just threaten basically lop her head off...
But hell, he was working on it. "Well, I'm glad you've been working on it..." Gene chewed her bottom lip, feeling a bit awkward at the whole situation. Maybe she should have just left?
"Hey, you like coffee?" A good topic changer was Gene.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 1:48 pm
"Nah, not really," Roch admitted. "But that's what you do, right? Work at a coffee place? You got Snot Chocolate?" he asked. They had stuff that tasted better than coffee, right? "There's this little cafe I know of, they sell it, but they also sell the best jackin' cinnamon rolls in town, so it's worth goin' to."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 4:07 am
"Yeah, we've got Snot Chocolate. Not one our most popular orders, though. It's kind of considered a scareling drink, really..." Oops, there she went, possibly offending someone again. It was a shame she never recognized it until she was too late. When we should ever learn~?
Her whole body visibly perked up as soon as Roch mentioned that cafe', however. oooh, non corporate cafe's were the best! "Really? You have to take me there!" Seeming to forget about this boil's fear of ghosts for the moment, she clung to his arm, face beaming with excitement.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:08 am
Roch reached down, tugging her off of his arm but trying not to hurt her. "Yeah, I guess it is sort of scareling, but hell, when I was a scareling I never got it, so why not drink it now?" Besides, when he'd been a scareling he'd already gone through more stuff than most adults ever would. And he liked snot chocolate. "Maybe," he added. "Or better yet, I could tell you where it's at," because there was no way in hell he was dragging a ghost other than Jove or POSSIBLY the sisters around without being blackmailed or bribed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 1:43 am
Oh, right, Ghost-phobic boil. Whoops. She gave him an apologetic smile, before continuing the conversation like nothing had happened. "Sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate that you are a scareling, it's just that most of our classmates tend to get something stronger. I usually go with a triple espresso myself..." The last comment was a bit of attempted inception of Gene's part, planting the thought in the boil's head to actually try some real coffee some time.
And then, they were at the gates to the school. "Ah, we're here. I'm sure if you told me the name of this place, I could Greugle it." She whipped out her eyePhone, ready to type in the name of the cafe'. "And, um, thanks for walking me home. I know it was probably hard..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 10:56 am
"If I gave a s**t about what our classmates did do you really think I would have a bright purple mohawk and a tattoo that covers half my arm?" Roch asked her curiously.
"And if maturity is judged just by what you drink or eat, then this world's well and truly jacked. This is Halloween, screechheart, we practically LIVE off of candy," he added, sounding amused. "And it's called KandyKorn, with K's instead of C's," he finished before walking on into the school, not bothering to wait for her. He'd done his duty.
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