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 Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 5:27 pm
TG had been traversing the layout of the Amityville grounds for the better part of the day, finding where the various dorms were kept, the classrooms, and other points of interest (which were few and far between). For a school that was being gossiped about in the papers, almost closed, it appeared to be very traditional and boring. He had only hoped this was a low point in the scale of excitement in the future. And while the school appeared calm and quiet, TG was the same as he finally rounded around the gym building and moved past the bleachers.
His pace was easy going, mainly because he knew that going anywhere meant he'd get winded after a while. Small legs made the trip around campus much longer for him than most students. Especially those with 4 legs, who he saw running about the lawn here and there.
It was as he was passing by, that a certain pair of legs caught his interest. Showing just a slice of flushed skin between two rows of bleachers, TG paused, appreciated, thought of at least 6 things he could do to such a pair of legs, and then turned - all in a matter of a few seconds.
Smiling wide, he tried to look up and down at the owner, trying to bring together the puzzle piece of a whole ghoul in his mind, but the bleachers made it hard, and he only caught a corner of a heel, a underside of a knee, and a toe. Not much to go on, and rounding the corner, he moved to see the little lady in question.
And what he saw was little due to not being as whole as he thought.
A low whistle broke the silence as he looked at a pair of legs just resting on the bleachers. "Someone call the Boogeymen. Someone just stole my heart." He said, mocking a touch to his chest as he moved closer to the pair of legs and looking about for it's missing half.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 9:52 am
Why Legs would be at the bleachers was simple: the lower half wanted a chance to watch the Bruteball Team's practice, and then there was the Track and Field team's practice, and of course there was also the FEARleaders. In other words, Legs was there for all the eye candy.
But at that moment, Legs was in between team-watching and was simply lazing the rest of her time away. She liked to indulge in the sedentary unlifestyle now and again. She was, however, startled when a whistle came out of left field. Instinctively, she stood up, seemingly about to bolt in case it was Tess or some other strict, rule-crazy student trying to get her to dress in something "appropriate", whatever that jacking meant. The movement cause the pleated skirt to flutter and briefly reveal a hint of black lace.
When it became apparent that no, the student in front of her was not out to reprimand her, the tension left her calves. Was this boil using pick-up lines on her? Oh my~ isn't that just flattering? There was a series of clicks as she tapped the heel of her stiletto against the metal and from under the bleachers skittered a hand with a memo pad clutched between its fingers.
The hand quickly scribbled on the pad and to translate: "You can have it back for the right price~" and accompanied with a jut of Legs' hip.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 2:15 pm
Now TG had no interest in watching anything on the field, not unless some Fearleaders came out, and turned his back to any comings and goings of boils in uniform to instead watch for any more signs of that elegant undergarment that the pair of legs just flashed. All the while, he was thinking to himself about very important matters before fully persuing the stems that were crisscrossing before him. Half meant she was capable of staying alive, which excluded monsters, and she didn't seem to have that strange glow that ghost often pocessed. However, she did seem undead, and he pressed his lips thin at that idea. Beauty was one thing, but an undead? The idea rubbed him the wrong way, but he had to make sure.
If anything, if she provided some form of pleasure, he could use her and leave without committing to even a day of his time. Free entertainment as it was, and he had always been a leg boil.
Without any lips, or any throat and so on, he wondered how she would respond, not that he necessarily needed a ghoul to talk (it was actually a perk that they didn't), but the hand that came out was a nice secretary to continue their play. It didn't look like her own, but either way, a minion of any sort was charming to TG.
He read, smiled, and stepped over to sit beside her. "A price? I think you've handled plenty of hearts in your time, though I don't know if you'd be careful enough not to break mine. I suppose I'd have to pay up."
A clawed hand gently touched a leg, smiling. "Before we do, I'd like to know who I'm doing business with. The name is TG. Imp." He said, hoping adding the last part would in turn push her to reveal what she was. If she was an undead, she certainly looked fresh.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 10:48 pm
Legs shifted in place at the boil's response, her skirt's rustling the closest analog for the amused chuckles she would have made if it were possible. She made no motion to pull away from the touch, Legs was rather fond of physical contact when the opportunity presented itself even if it had cost her some amount of pain in certain circumstances.
Again the clicking of her heels had the appendage scribbling to translate: "Is it true what they say about Imps? That they're big things that come in small packages?" Whether Legs was playing at being coy or if she was sincerely curious about TG and the nature of his kind was anybody's guess.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 10:55 pm
He grinned, continuing to rub her leg. She wasn't freaking out or running away, which was always fun, not to mention she was dodging his question. At least he could rest while having a bit of entertainment, and what better was a ghoul for?
"I think you have that saying turned around. It's small things with big packages." His tail curled and uncurled behind him. "...and you didn't answer me." He continued. Dodging was fun, but he liked to know how serious he should be playing with this ghoul or if he should be concerned about any family connection that might have some terrible backlash. He'd never hear the end of it if she was. "If you want to know about imps, about me, then you have to answer my questions. Give and Take." Not that he followed that bit, but it was always nice to say.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:48 am
A jut from her hip followed by her leaning forward to give the boil a good look at her innards suggests that Legs was going for a distraction. There were squeamish students at the school, sensitive ones as well, and Legs rather enjoyed discovering which was which and who was who. It made for more interesting social interactions.
But the boil had a point. Give and Take was a very important concept, one that she respected. To a degree. She straightened herself out, began to make more heel-clicks, stopping to give the appendage the chance to catch up without giving away too much in her opinion.
"Legs of a Manananggal." If the boil knew what that meant, she'd be impressed. Then again, there was a chance he might, after all, he hadn't gawked at her because she was half a ghoul.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 4:05 pm
With another class of her heels, which he always liked on a fine set of legs, the partial ghoul responded via her secretary, and TG read the response. Manananggal? He hadn't heard of it before, but he wasn't sure if he should remove his hand just yet. At least for now, it wasn't lingering anywhere else, and that was only because he wasn't sure she was undead. Fine legs were one thing, and he could tell they were rather firm, but if she wasn't up to standard, he wasn't even going to continue.
"Manananggal, huh? I don't believe I've yet to meet one of your kind before. Do you attend any parties. Maybe I missed you at one of the demon socials I've attended?" He was fishing, but only just. He was half tempted to use his free hand to Gruegle the word, but that lacked class.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 7:16 pm
The bad thing about lacking one's upper body meant a lot of the usual visual cues to express one's emotion could not be made. But in the right circumstances, that was a good thing. Such as now, with Legs and her disappointment that the boil seemed to suggest he thought her a demon. Instead of a quirked brow and a reluctant shake of her head, Legs opted to inch away just so as she began to tap.
"Unlikely. We would have remembered a charmer like yourself. Besides, my upper half is rather shy for a vampire."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 8:06 am
And then she was more specific, and despite being undead, she used the one exception he could tolerate. Not even that, but like. His tail curled with interest as he scooted just a bit closer, fondling her leg with a bit more ease than before. "Oh..." He said, as if he knew that all along. "....and what about the lower half. How shy is she?" He said, smiling at her top section in what he could only assume was the best place, though most ghouls would slap him if he looked that far down. Instead, he was allowed to look at her turned thigh and short skirt with more freedom than he was allowed other ghouls.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 8:29 am
Oh what Legs wouldn't give to have a pair of lashes she could bat in response to the question. Instead, the lower half of a ghoul shifted her weight at the touch, the hem of her skirt ruffling just enough to bare a hint of the flesh hidden underneath. Legs leaned into the imp's hold, her stance ending with a suggestive jut of her hip. The secretary didn't need any tapping to know what message must be conveyed and scribbled, "I like to think just shy enough." The rustle of fabric that followed the message almost sounded like giggles.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 12:26 pm
TG was pressed against her, sitting, but still fired more to touch her leg, not daring (as of yet) to touch the hem. This ghoul had the family, the spunk, and the moves that he liked. She was a nice size, and though lacking in a chest, she made up for in others. Best of all, if he wanted her to shut up, he could just ignore her writing. It was much easier on the ears.
"Hmm. I like a challenge." He said, grinning. "So, sweet thighs. What plans do you have for later? I can see me and you spending some time together." Lots more time.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 8:56 pm
To play coy or not to play coy? It was a slightly difficult dilemma for the half-ghoul. Not because she didn't have the same goal as what the imp boil had in mind, but because she wasn't sure which would make the encounter much more satisfying for both parties. The tapping continued and the appendage began to jot down its owner's words when it stopped, raised its fingers in what appeared to be confusion and promptly put the pen down. It seemed like Legs was giving instructions rather than an answer to the imp boil's question.
The dismembered hand tore the page out and crumpled it, starting the actual message on a fresh sheet, and soon presented to the boil: "It may or may not involve a room with a bed and a door we can lock. What did you have in mind?" The entire time, Legs never pulled away from the touch. If anything she seemed to be leaning into it. Gradually, of course.MoonKitsune Augh! I didn't realize you replied ;A;
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