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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:27 pm
He wanted to go home. It was an odd thought for the punk boil, one that only occurred when things were so bad that his corner on Croost Street looked friendly. The punk shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, hunching against the snow that was blowing wildly through the air. He wanted to go home.
He hadn’t found Taryn. He felt like an utter b*****d because of it, too. He should have made sure she stayed in the theater, where there were others around to watch her back--to make sure she didn’t get ran off by some stupid snow man. Who the hell had he thought he was, dragging a ghoul out into the snow? Who the hell had he thought he was, trying to flirt with a friend in the middle of a snowstorm?
.....In the middle of anything.
Jack, he of all people knew he shouldn’t be thinking of ghouls like that. He didn’t belong in this jackin’ school, and he sure as hell shouldn’t be flirting with the ghouls that came here. He should quit, he thought. Take his guitar, hit the road, sign on with whoever was willing to chance it on a sixteen year old brat, and never look back--until the hunters invaded all of Halloween and offed all of them.
Well... it’d be a short life, but hell, at least he’d get famous.
The feeling and the music of this place, it was like Hell to the reaper. It was shoving down on him from every angle, sinking him into depression, and really--really jacking up his otherwise good day. Or possibly, just maybe, having not slept for weeks could be contributing to all of this. He really needed some sleep.
But he couldn’t sleep, not when Taryn was out there somewhere being assaulted by snowmen. Even if he needed to stop dragging her around like he had been, he couldn’t just abandon her. He frowned, unzipping his coat, then his vest, the cold wind hitting his exposed flesh and freezing him solid as he dug out his phone. He would try calling her. Hopefully even in this hellhole he could still get a signal--
One Missed Call flashed on the screen. He scowled at it, then tapped on the screen, starting it playing as he held it to his ear.
“Where... jackin’... how did... ANSWER ALREADY!” Roch winced, pulling the phone away from his ear as his dad bellowed at him through it. Reluctantly, Roch pushed the redial button, moving closer to the nearest wall so he could get some break from the wind.
It rang. And rang. And rang. Until it hung up on him, making him curse. How the hell was he going to yell at his old man for yelling at him if he had no reception? He gave up, pulling up his directory and dialing Taryn’s number instead. It rang... and rang... and nothing happened, again.
“Well jack,” he muttered. “Stupid phone.” This time he slipped it into his coat pocket, not wanting to dig for it if she managed to get through to him.
How did you resign from a school, anyway? You probably would have to tell your pals, too, but that wasn’t that big of a deal--well, other than Danny. Danny might take it hard, and possibly Rikki. Mot had Hel, Hel had Mot, Taryn would be better off... yeah, all around the school was better off without this punk screwing up all the time, he told himself.
How was this teaching him to be a good reaper anyway?
And that jackin’ boogey had been right, he wasn’t boogey material. He wasn’t the one that needed to be dealing with the world jacking up every time he turned around! He couldn’t even keep ONE GHOUL safe, much less all of Halloween!
“TARRRYYYNN!!” he bellowed again, cupping his hands around his mouth. He would find her, get her to safety, then figure out how the jack to get out of this school.
Possibly for good.
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:33 pm
 Theodore Bearington was pretty upset too. They had to do this whole "invading" thing, and quite frankly, Theodore (Teddy) Bearington just wanted a santadamn hug. It was his purpose in life. His call to LIVE~ He need someone to hug him. Right this instant. Oh? What's this? That boy over there looked pretty lonely. WHO NEEDS A HUGGGGGGGG~~~~~~ Troubled Teddy Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: 0 HP: 10/10
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:36 pm
Roch jerked, turning just in time to see the lumbering mass of horror--not in a good way, either--heading straight for him, arms outreached, cute plushie body straining for--
"SON OF A WITCH!" he yelped, summoning his guitar as quickly as he could and turning to face it head on. Jack, why had he picked a wall to stand against?? He could easily get blocked in! He dodged, trying to get away from the wall, his guitar held in one hand.
Roch's HP: 40/40
DMG: 0
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:38 pm
Aww, he was scared too! Don't worry Roch, Teddy Bearington is here to hug the ever loving fear out of you! All that will be left is joy and happiness and CHRISTMAS~~ So Teddy did just that. He eventually made his way over to the cowering boy and jumped up to hug his face in. Was he crushing it a little bit too? HOW ELSE DO YOU PERFORM A BEAR HUG??? Troubled Teddy Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: 6 HP: 10/10
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:49 pm
"Let GO of me you jacker!" Roch growled, recovering from his shock quickly. He kneed the teddy in the belly, trying to shove him off of him.
Roch's HP: 34/40
DMG:
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:53 pm
Teddy smiled big and bright. So much JOY was being transferred from him to the boy! Everything was so happy and joyful. Teddy was glad to have performed his duty as a bear. His tummy was feeling kind of funny. Why was that? Oh my, was the boy trying to resist a bear hug? Well you know what they say about bear hugs. IF THEY RESIST, SQUEEZE TIGHTER~ Troubled Teddy Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: 1 HP: 9/10
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:56 pm
"I said GET THE JACK OFF OF ME!!" Roch bellowed in the bear's face. He kicked him again, shoving as hard as he could.
Roch's HP: 33/40
Damage: 2
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:58 pm
Okay the feeling in his tummy was getting worse. Did bears even feel things in their stuffing? Nevermind that. As soon as Roch shoved, Teddy went flying off, headed straight for a snowdrift. He gave a little "oomph!" and then stood up, shaking off all the snow. Awww, one of his stitches broke. Apparently this boy wanted some rough loving. "C'mere and give me a huuuuug~~" Teddy squabbled, arms wide and accepting. Troubled Teddy Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: 0 HP: 7/10
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:01 pm
"Are you jackin' insane?" Roch demanded. "Is everyone in this jackin' barrier going more insane by the moment?" Because he was pretty sure HE was. This totally blew, and it was starting to seriously PISS HIM OFF. He brought up his guitar, whacking at the teddy to try and cut its head off. Jackin' bear was as annoying as the ballerina chick!
Roch's HP: 33/40
Damage: 3
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:03 pm
As Roch brought down his guitar on the bear, it effectively did nothing but fling the bear into another snowdrift. A few stitches came loose from his head, leaving it flopping sideways incredibly awkwardly though. It was still on, and his CHRISTMAS SPIRIT~ was keeping him alive, in the same way Roch's FEAR was keeping him going. Roch did manage to get that last stitch off his arm though. Listlessly, Bearington's arm flopped to the ground. Teddy screamed in horror. No, like SCREAMED. Painful screams. "NOW I CAN ONLY HUG YOU WITH HALF THE JOYFULWONDERFULNESSSSS." DD8 Needless to say, Teddy was upset. Troubled Teddy Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: 2 HP: 4/10
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:13 pm
He just wanted to finish the freak OFF by this point. Seriously, couldn't a guy even have a jackin' FUNK without something idiotic happening around here?? He flipped the guitar, slicing at the bear with the headstock.
Roch's HP: 31/40
Damage: 1
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:15 pm
((I am an idiot. Disregard this xD))
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:16 pm
Now that the boy was jabbing at his stomach (which, didn't do much except make him feel oddly uncomfortable), Teddy was slowly starting to figure out this boy didn't like his hugs. "Wh- ... Why don't you love me?!" Teddy said with big, wide bear eyes. Why Roch? Why? Q ~Q Troubled Teddy Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: HP: 3/10
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:19 pm
Roch stared at him blankly, wondering what in the hell had created such an idiotic being. Then he stabbed him square in the gut.
Roch's HP: 31/40
Damage: 2
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:21 pm
OH SANTA THAT HAD JUST GONE THROUGH HIS STOMACH. Teddy was done. This was his last moment to love on Roch. He had to make it count. So he started swiping at Roch, attempting to reach Roch in a final hug, only to scratch his guitar up and down. WHY COULDN'T HE LOVE ROCH?! Troubled Teddy Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: 2 HP: 1/10
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