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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 6:54 pm
Pickles was really excited about his acceptance to Captain Spaulding. The letter he got was super friendly, with fancy letters and lots of smiling! He hoped the clown on the flyer WAS the Captain. But no matter how many times he turned it over or re-read it, there weren't any dates or directions.
He took it to mean that he should follow his heart and that Captain Spaulding, wherever he was, would find him. Like he had with the letter!
So he spent Christmastival very cold, very lost, and being chased by an angry tree. Maybe Captain Spaulding was nowhere. Maybe he had disappeared.
It made sense that whoever ran the other local school, that had mysteriously reappeared, would know where he was.
Pickles ended up in the School Office, rooting through one of the trash bins for what he thought might be an unfinished bag of Goritos. He looked derelict, his coat a grubby, patched gray. His trousers had a hole in the seat, and he was wearing a ratty bowler cap. He also had a five o'clock shadow made entirely of face paint.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 7:11 pm
A relatively tall, lean man with red hair and an unhealthy complexion was standing in the administration office, looking about in a slightly dazed manner, as if realizing where he was and wondering how things had come to this point. He was possibly a zombie. Or maybe a reaper. Or a demon of sorts...if was kind of hard to tell, but he had a certain air about him that very strongly indicated that he was the school counselor. Possibly it was the stick-on name tag that said:
Hi! My name is...
HYDE
(school counselor)
He looked at the clown thing, decided something were best left alone, and stared down at his tie instead. Where exactly did this stain come from and didn't it look like a bat?
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 7:53 pm
Pickles emerged triumphant with...well, it was some kind of wrapper. He had not been in a lot of offices. They were not very cheery places, and the bins were just full of paper.
When he saw Hyde, he squeaked in alarm, and shoved it in his pocket. Where it would never be seen again.
"I was just cleaning up, officer!" He said, backing into a desk.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 8:08 pm
Officer? Hyde glanced to both sides and then behind him, and then, not seeing anything resembling a Boogeyman, gave a little sigh of relief. "Oh...well...usually the gnomes will get that..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes narrowed with suspicion, "Hey...you're not a ah....student are you?"
The counselor edged back a bit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:49 pm
Pickles shook his head furiously, almost losing his hat in the process.
"No! ...Sir!"
He seemed to brighten as he noticed the name tag. His expression took on a certain hopeful glimmer. He regeared from looking for exits to searching his pockets.
"Are you the person in charge?" He asked.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:24 pm
Hyde's relief at the answer was short-lived with the clown-thing's question. He took another step back just in case it asked him to be responsible for something or do paperwork or some other vile activity that usually accompanied authority. Also that look on its face was kinda creepy, and not in the preferable ways. "In charge? Nooooo...I just guide really, like...do you need to find the bathrooms? I can tell you where they are. Or the exit? It's right there."
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 4:00 pm
"A guide! You can find things!" His brightening increased tenfold. He opened his coat, and snugly fitted under his suspenders was a very abused flyer. He tugged it free, unfurling and smoothing the faded picture.
He pointed to the smiling, bloody clown.
"I need to find him."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:31 pm
Hyde gave the flyer an absent, lazy look. As he was about to just shrug and walk away, he did a double take. Face scrunched up, the counselor found himself asking, "Why?"
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