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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:41 pm
With gentle and smooth strides Circe made her way from the movie room in which she and many other students had participated in the movie clubs weekend meeting. She had passed out right after their final movie, right along side the other students. It was her first encounter with what felt like acceptance by others and she found herself longing for the night to come back. While she was meeting other students she found one in particular who seemed to be more like her, just less exuberant. Or so he had seemed. As she made her way into the reaper dorms and up towards her room, pillows and blankets in hand she wondered if she would ever see him again. And if she did would he want to be friends with her? "I hope so." Circe said to herself in a low voice as she hugged her items closer to her chest.
Once she was in her room and was putting away the things she had brought with her she looked around her new room and wondered if coming to Amityville was indeed a good decision. After all, her main reason for coming was to meet others like her and hopefully make some friends. If she was being truthful with herself it was probably going to be harder for her to make friends just because of the way she was. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case. "Oh no!" Circe yelled as she stopped in her tracks. It was then that she realized that the piece of string she had given to the undead boil had, had a trinket of her's still on it. With a faceplam she headed out of her room and out the Reaper dorm, down the path to the undead dorms. She could only hope he had noticed it and was on his way to find her.Ol-j-man emotion_0A0 I FINALLY DID IT. Be proud of me? emotion_kirakira
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:03 pm
In the meanwhile? Between the movie club and now, so much had happened that Mortimer had changed significantly from the boil who said nothing in the club to the derpy ghoul-attractor that he currently was. Attractor in that he always managed to be around them during big events, not the Mr. Hotshot Ghouls Want Him sort of way. At the moment, however, Mort was not feeling like any sort of confident guy.
They wanted to close down the school. Close it. Like for good. He felt like he had already been here most of his life! Mama was already spending a lot of seeds to keep him here . . . What would she say about this?
But thinking about it was making him have the saddowns, and Mort oh so disliked feeling that way. So he was currently in his room, playing loud music that sounded as if techno disco met a nice boil at the bar and started grinding up on him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 5:23 pm
Circe was still blissfully unaware of the schools pending closure and thus was curious to why all the students she passed seemed to be even more depressed then usual. With a shrug she opened the undead dorm door and instantly began to cough herself to near death. It could be said she loved the smell the dead had lingering on them, but it was best in small doses. When she had finally regained her composure she looked around for some sign that Mortimer was close by, but of course didn't see any.
As she explored the dorm she attempted to ask whatever ghoul or boil she came boy if they had seen the boil in question or heard of him. And of course they were less than comfortable telling her as she assumed they were worried she was going to make him un-undead. Finally though she had gotten the answer she was looking for and found herself standing in front of his dorm room door. Circe was a little surprised at the loud music coming from the boils room as he had seemed to be much more quiet and conservative the last time she had seen him. For a moment she wondered if she had the right room. Deciding to chance it, she knocked on the dorm room door a couple times a little harder then necessary. Not sure if he had heard her or not she pressed her ear hard up against the door and tried her best to listen to hear if his footsteps could be heard.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 5:40 pm
It was any wonder Mortimer heard the knocking over the music. Thankfully, Circe had done so during a lull in the music, so even he could not miss it. Hitting pause on his speakers, Mort slung himself over the second-hand couch and maneuvered through his messy floor, up the couple of steps to the door, and opened a crack large enough to fit his face through. "Mrrr?"
Ah, that face, those tattoos! "C-Circe? Harro," the zombie greeted. Behind him, soft growling could be heard, though the source was still unidentifiable for the ghoul. "How been?" He hadn't seen the reaper since, well, the haunter house venture. And the last memory of said event with her was still . . . interesting. It wasn't often you had two ghouls with barely any semblance of clothes clinging to you possessively, while a boilfriend looked on with rage.
At the least she looked okay, outwardly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 6:12 pm
It really wasn't a surprise that as soon as she saw his face peek through the door she pushed it open further and bear hugged the poor boil. "Mortimer!" She exclaimed with far to much excitement then was necessary. "I've been good. Just wandering aimlessly through the school and life in general." She replied with a shrug as she let go of him. "Your room is so. . ." Circe said, trying to find the right word. "Lived in." A large smile appeared on her face, thankful that she was able to be honest and nice at the same time. Or so she hoped. With a brief blush of embarrassment the ghoul pushed herself back outside his dorm and pulled the door shut back to face width. "Perfect. . ." Her hands raised and patted the boils chest and door in an attempt to return them to the way they were just moments before her little outburst. "Sorry about that... I seem to have outbursts of excitement that I can't really control. Oddly enough, you seem to be the only one to get the full effect of it." Circe said, scratching her cheek slightly in confusion. "Anyways! How are you?" A large grin once more appearing on her face.
With a loud slap like noise, her right fist hit her forehead as her head shook back and forth. "I almost forgot what I came here for." She said with a loud sigh. After a moment her hand fell from her head and her gaze returned to the boil standing before her. "Do you remember when we were at the movie club and you needed some thread?" Circe asked trying to jog his memory a bit.Ol-j-man That wasn't as great as I wanted it to be. I apologize.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 6:23 pm
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Mort stumbled back a little as the ghoul threw herself on him; apparently no matter how many times Circe might do that to him, he'd never get used to the enthusiastic responses. In the short time she was within his room, the ghoul might have noticed a pair of red eyes in a distance corner fixed on her in a most angry fashion - the growling came from the rotting, lap-dog sized dragie. Good thing he was slow too; by the time he stood up, Circe was back outside the dorm.
Why he was the subject of these "outbursts of excitement", Mort would never understand. Sometimes he did wonder if necromancers could eventually manipulate sentient undead, and if this was nothing more than a ruse to get him to warm up for future purposes . . . But that was speculation of a darker sort, which he reeeeally didn't want to be doing right now. Especially since so far Circe hadn't struck him as a very manipulative type.
"O-Okay for now," Mort responded as he pushed his glasses back up, slow to process her questions. N', um . . . meth-thinks?" To be honest, the details of that movie night were fuzzy now. Why would she come back for thread? Was it special thread? If so, he might have lost it in his little mess . . .
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 7:25 pm
A frown surfaced on her face at the boils apparent lack of remembering. "Well at the party I gave you a thread and you used it on your hand.... I think." She said, trying to remember herself what he had exactly needed it for. "Anyways on it was a little trinket of mine. I was wondering if I could have it back? You can keep the thread though!" Circe jumped slightly, her old self showing through once more. It was then that she realized that the last time she had seen him he had nothing but a couch made cloth tied around his waist and a blush once more graced her features.
Slightly curious as to why he had been so exposed she decided now was the best time to ask him about it. Although, knowing her there wasn't really an unappropriate time to ask something of this nature. "So, the last time I saw you I noticed you were wearing a couch cloth....... Care to explain?" Circe asked, wiggling her eyebrows in amusement and stepping slightly closer. Then she found herself remembering seeing red glowing eyes in his room. "And what was that red eyed-thing in your room?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:47 pm
>w>; He turned his eyes behind him, then focused them back upon Circe with a slight frown. "Is Brian," he explained in a low voice, as if afraid the minipet would hear. "He's . . . grumpy." And anti-anyone he didn't know coming into the room. For safety reasons, Mort decided to slide outside his room and shut the door, leaning against it as he continued to converse. "Mrrr . . . What l-look like?" Mort asked her, trying to recall exactly what he had done with the darn thread. Was it on top of the drawer? Lost in his clothes piles? Did a minipet steal it? Worse, had he accidentally thrown it away?
As for the couch cloth . . . Again, Mort looked off to the side abashedly (Why was she wigging her brows? So confusing!), scratching the back of his head. "S-Stuff with ghosts. Messed up clothes." It was the simplest explanation the zombie could come up with without having to relive the terror of the minty wash out. Or having to wear a giant spookie for clothes. He was lucky to have kept scraps of his uniform to begin with!
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:30 pm
With a sage like nod Circe left it at that, figuring it was best that the minipet didn't come charging out of the room aiming at her face. Or worse. As Mort slipped out of his room and against the door her hands outstretched to latch onto his, gently swinging them back and forth in bliss. "Well, it has a metal charm in the shape of a skull." The thought never occurred to her that he might have not kept it as he probably changed the threads that held him together often. Although, even if he had thrown it out she probably couldn't be mad or stay mad at him for very long.
A small giggle managed to slip out from her lips as she bit at them furiously. Finally she let herself go and began to laugh quite hard at the boils expense. "It was so funny to see you wearing even less clothes than me for once!" Circe said, stating that he often wore more clothes at once then she had in her entire life. "But you were so adorable!" She said with a cat like grin, once again caught in her own little happy world of nonsense. With a quick thought Circe moved one of her hands to his chest and lightly patted him, hoping he would blush the way he did at the movie club party. "Mortimer, were you really doing it to catch the eyes of other girls?" For a moment she found herself both hoping he had and also that he hadn't. After all, if he got a ghoulfriend she couldn't very well attach herself like this to him and barge in on him whenever she needed/wanted to. Oh no! She thought with utter terror.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:40 pm
Skull charm, skull charm . . . Hrrrm. Mort's face contorted somewhat as he pried his brains, trying to remember. It was a little hard to think when Circe had his hand and was swinging it to and fro, to and fro, to and fro . . . The motion mesmerized him for a moment before Circe let go and began to laugh at him. And then pat his chest.
sd;fksjflksdflds This ghoul. This ghoul. He'd forgotten how handsy she was. Mort cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up nervously, his face perhaps a little more bruised looking - the closest to blushing most undead could get. "W-W-Was not," he protested barely above a mumble. "W-Was ghosts' f-fault!" Why was she trying to make him flustered? "Liked uniform, th-thanks. Was team gift." What with its glowy stick and full body suit goodness and green accents . . . It was a terrible shame to have it torn up, spookified, and then crumbled by minty breath freshener. Which reminded him: he still needed to get it fixed!
Deep breath. "Dunno what happen with thread," Mortimer added, shrugging a little. "S-Sorry . . . Was important?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:09 pm
Circe instantly let go of the boils hand and retreated to the dorm room door across from his and rested her head against it. Her arms dangled lifelessly at her side as her body slumped to the floor with a soft thud. "The poor little charm. Out there in the world all on it's own without someone to polish it." She said, sadness lacing her voice. "It wasn't of great importance. But the poor thing is now all alone out there in the big bad world and. . . I just don't think it's ready for it yet." A small sniffling sound came from Circe as she slumped further into the floor.
Finally she was on her back looking up at the ceiling in what seemed like a daze. "To bad." Her head turned now to look once more at Mortimer, her sadness slowly drifting away on a breeze, in it's place anger set in. "Those ghosts!" She said shaking her fist slightly in the air. Noticing she was being really strange she laid her hand back down on the floor and instead raised the opposite one towards Mortimer's hand, a couple of her fingers lacing into his. "Did they try to hurt my dear, dear Mortimer?" She asked with a pouty frown. "And why weren't you trying to get the ghouls?" Circe's head cocked slightly to one side in confusion. "Do you not like ghouls?" Then the thought occurred to her that he was friends with that hunk with the wing chick. Maybe there was more to that story then she knew. "Or do you like a certain ghoul?" She asked, once more wiggling her eyebrows at him. "You can tell me!" Circe said sitting up now, still clinging to his fingers with her own.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:34 pm
DDD8 Oh Jack, it was his luck that the skull charm had been important. Way to go, sir. Why didn't he pay more attention to the things people gave him? Sure, it had been his first night at the school, but that wasn't much of an excuse . . .
Mort had a brief moment of panic when the reaper's motions shifted from grief to anger, half-expecting it to be aimed at him; and really, he wouldn't blame her. What if he had lent his video games to someone and found out they had lost it? Why, he'd be going through a slew of different emotions himself!
The difference being he'd go through them slowly. The way Circe went through them, it was like changing clothes! Mortimer could barely keep up, and he was blinking confusedly by the time his mind had processed everything - also somehow they were holding hands again. "Er . . . wah?" came the zombie's intelligent response. "Y-Yes, like ghouls." What did she mean a certain one? SO CONFUSING. His blank stare was probably good enough of an answer to that one.
He was still trying to understand how they had gone from her charm retrieval to ghouls.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:54 pm
Despite her efforts of trying not to make Mortimer feel bad about loosing her charm, as it was her fault for not taking it off before giving it to him and for tieing it on a piece of thread anyways. But that's what she gets for trying to pack everything into her room in one trip. Oh well, it was to late now. It was clear to her that the boil was confused probably because of the fact he was an undead. Pursing her lips together she thought for a moment of how to better word what she was saying. Although, his confusion probably meant that he wasn't into any ghouls. "Well, Herryk has Freya. Their dating." She said, trying her best not to punch a wall at that fact. He was just so hot and nice. She was not so nice. "Do you have a ghoulfriend?" Circe asked with a large grin.
Circe got up off the floor, still holding Mortimer's hand. "Don't worry about my charm. I'll find a new one. One that will be even better than the one before!" A firm nod later and she was tilting her head slightly to the side. This was her attempt at changing the subject from something a bit awkward (at least to him) to something a bit more fun and playful. "What is that thing on your shirt?" Circe asked referring to the picture of a game system. "I've never seen that before." Her eyes grew a bit larger as she investigated it, now placing both of her hands on his shirt and trying to mess around with the picture. "Does it do anything?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 11:30 pm
"Yes, Herryk dating Freya," Mort parroted back, as if that would help lessen the confusion. "N-No, not dating no-one." Was that what she was after? Was it important? Mort was at the moment content to be single, as it lent him an ease around everyone that wasn't constrained to the feelings or thoughts of a singular partner. Not that he wouldn't want a ghoulfriend eventually, but right now it'd feel weird to, what with the school being under investigation and the recent Hunter appearance.
And then Circe was playing with his shirt. By poking his body. oWo The reaper would feel that her fingers gave way in certain parts of his torso, like there wasn't as much flesh there as should be, or a bony protrusion that was hidden by the shirt's intrinsically baggy look. "Is gameboil," Mort explained, making faces (this was somewhat tickling him). "O-One of favorites. Please t-to not touch me . . .?" He didn't want her weirded out by his body or anything.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 12:42 am
A visible sigh of relief floated out of her body and into the air when Mort responded to her dating question. The thought of him dating someone and them stealing his innocence made her far to protective then it should have been. Maybe it was in part do to the fact that she was a Necromancer and he was a zombie. (Who could really know.)
"G-a-m-e-boil. . ." Circe repeated in an attempt to make sure she pronounced it correctly. Her hands instantly flew back from the boils shirt and into the air, palms and fingers outstretched. Her head still slightly bent to look at the design in the first place. "I'm sorry." She looked up at Mort with a apologetic face. "I'm trying to get better at not being so. . . clingy?" Circe said, still unsure if the word she picked was the right one she wanted. "I just get to excited about everything and lose control of myself." Her hand fell to her sides, her eyes darting back to his shirt for a moment, then back up to his eyes. "What exactly does a gameboil do? Why is it your favorite? Do you have many of these gameboils?" Realizing she was asking a lot of questions and getting really excited for no reason again, she sighed and bowed her head slightly. WHY WAS BEING CALM SO HARD?
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