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 Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:37 pm
Being injured still sucked. It didn't stop sucking. Not one second. Otto couldn't do much of anything, and it was making him restless. Very restless. And when a seventeen year old boy gets restless... He swipes someone's office chair with wheels and rides that b***h down the halls like a boss! 
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:08 pm
Molly had been minding her own business, she promises. All she had been doing was stepping out of her room, about to head to the cafeteria to get some lunch, really! As she stepped out into the hall and closed her door behind her, her brows furrowed as she heard some kind of…squeaky rolling sound. It would be too late though. The chair and its rider was coming at her too fast…and Molly could only stand there paralyzed as it drew closer and closer. Oh…the shock and surprise of this situation as well? Oh it was about to be known. Molly threw her hands up in front of her as if it would protect her, her eyes were wide and even her curls stood up on end as she screamed.  “ AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:16 pm
Aaaah the wind in his hair, the freedom of movement that this chair had given him. Otto closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. This was wonderful. True happiness to be sure. However, a shrill scream tore him from his utopia. His eyes flew open and saw where his chair was headed.
How to avoid collision? He was going much too fast!
. . .
Otto bailed out, and let the chair crash into Molly. A d**k move, but he got his, seeing as he landed on his broken fingers. He yelped, shuddering and holding his bandaged hand tightly against himself, hissing in pain.
Okay.. maybe he should have gone down with the ship after all. Molly could have broken his fall or something.
Hindsight is 20/20.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:22 pm
Molly drew in to herself, expecting some kind of horrible crash about to take place…but it was like bumper cars, really. Without Otto in the chair, it didn’t have much weight behind it…so while it struck the Mist trainee…it bounced a bit and then rolled away from her. “Oof!” Molly swayed under the impact, but when you had nice cushiony hips like hers well…it certainly wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be.
The young woman peeked out cautiously from between her fingers, catching sight of the now harmless office chair…and then the poor boy on the floor. “Oh no!” She cried, and immediately rushed over to his side after the shock and surprise wore off. She kneeled near him, resting a gloved hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright!?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:28 pm
"No 'm not!" Otto snapped at the girl, his nose wrinkling in anger. "You got in the way!" Yes, he was blaming Molly for getting hurt.. again.
The small blond pulled away from Molly, curling into himself with a sulky look. Being hurt sucked. He wouldn't be hurt if it wasn't for that stupid Horsemen! He could have bailed out way more graceful if his fingers weren't broken.
He winced, and tried to shift himself toward his office chair.
Wait... he was still set on racing it?
"Watch where'yer goin', lady."
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:26 am
“I’m really sorry!” Molly whimpered, shrinking a bit. “I should have peeked out…but you really caught me by surprise!”
The young woman looked confused as Otto got up and was heading back towards the chair. “…Uh…” She frowned, concerned for his safety. “…I…I don’t know if you should be doing that anymore, you seem to be really hurt!” She stood from the ground and trailed after him a bit uncertainly, a hand cupping her cheek.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 10:44 am
Molly's concern only caused Otto to pause for a moment. Just one moment. He then simply sat back down in his liberated chair and stared up at the girl with a raised brow. "Yeah, but I'm bored." He snapped back with a narrowed gaze. "I'm sick of sittin doin' nuthin."
The boy tested his ride by shifting it forward and back with his good foot. No damage. She'd still ride.
<>
Ooooh. Yeah.
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What!? NO! That'd be awkward!
He huffed out loud at his weapon's shenanigans and looked back to Molly. "What else am I 'sposed to do? I already read all my books like ten times over." Besides, that was still a stationary activity. Otto wanted to be free!
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 10:53 am
Molly came to stand at Otto’s side as he sat back down on the chair, her brows furrowed. Oh dear…boredom, huh? As Molly looked down at the trainee though, her fingers twitched. His hair was mussed.
“Uh…well…” Molly started, very distracted by those stray hairs going willy nilly. Thus, she slowly pulled off one of her gloves, and held it on one hand…and then quickly licked her palm and smoothed the hairs over on Otto’s head. There! The Mist trainee was just beaming happily now. “Well, we could go for a walk on the shore!”
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 11:24 am
Why was Molly looking at Otto like that? She seemed distracted. Was there something on his face? He thought about picking his teeth, thinking maybe there might be something stuck there, but then the girl seemed to attack.
His hair.
"Gwuh! What are ya, my grandma? Keep off!" This action seemed familiar... Oh well. Still, Otto swatted at the girl until she seemed done with him.
A walk on the shore? We? The lady assumed too much! "My chair won't roll on the sand." Apparently, he seemed to forget he had legs. Hurt legs, but legs none the less. The blonde boy started to roll himself down the hall again. Damn, now he wanted to go swimming! Damn that lady!
"I ain't never recall sayin' I wanted ya around, lady! I don't need you. I don't need nobody." He called out bitterly, his nose scrunching up in disgruntlement.
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No, I'm just stuck with ya.
<<..Oh.... HAH HAH! Sucks to be you~!>>
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:54 am
Molly seemed immune to Otto’s swatting. “As Hunters, we have an image to uphold and it’s very important that we do so!” She informed the boy rather matter of factly. “You look ten times more professional with your hair straightened out now!” She beamed at him widely.
“Oh…well, yes I know the chair won’t roll on the sand…that is why you uh…walk…” Her brows furrowed, and she looked surprised as Otto snapped at her, and her brows went back to furrowing once more. You…know what he reminded her of? A puppy. A puppy that was lost, confused and scared. Because that’s what animals did right? They snapped at others to protect themselves. Aww, poor Otto! Wait, did she just liken him to an animal? Oh well. Not that Molly caught onto that as she jogged a bit to catch up with the rolling boy and walked beside him.
“Oh, but you’re really hurt! I need to make sure you don’t injure yourself further! My name is Molly, by the way, what’s yours?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:01 pm
Otto was pretty sure image had little to do with performance. That or he didn't care. Either way, Molly got another glare. "Professionally stupid!" He sniped back.
Oh great, and now she was following him! Otto groaned, ruffling his hair into a mess to get back at her. "Otto. And I'm fine." He growled through gritted teeth, using his leg to paddle along the hallway in his chair of wonders. "Ain't like I'm ********' joustin' down the halls."
That actually sounds like fun.
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True...
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 11:54 am
The Mist trainee frowned as Otto snapped back at her, and her fingers twitched as the boy ruffled his hair once more. Nooo…it needed to be fixed.
“It’s nice to meet you Otto!” The young woman chirped…and licked her palm once more. She couldn’t resist. It was a sickness. As Otto mentioned jousting, the young woman couldn’t help but wince as Vaska voiced some rather loud scenarios in her mind. Like…Molly standing at one end of the hall with her lance summoned as Otto raced down the hall and impale him. Molly gasped, loudly. “Vaska!” She cried out loud, forgetting to speak into her mind. “That’s not nice at all! Oop!” Molly immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. Oops.
…She had to.
Molly licked her palm again, and one arm wrapped around Otto, trapping the Death trainee in a head lock as she swiped her palm over his hair.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:19 pm
This girl clearly had a screw loose. Why was she so... happy!? Like.. Disney happy. The worst kind.
Otto could only assume Molly was scolding her weapon, and hearing it might be about him had Otto on the defense. "What'd they say abo--" He was cut off as he was trapped in a headlock. Guh--NO!! LEMME GO!!!" Otto growled, wiggling under her grasp.
Alas, it was too late. His hair had been... tamed. And now Otto was all kinds of sore from trying to wriggle free with his injuries. So like his hair, he too was tamed. Somewhat. At least he wasn't wiggling.
"What's yer problem, woman?" Otto grumbled, crossing his arms.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:29 pm
Otto’s hair was smoothed down to perfection. He looked like a respectable young man of Deus Ex Machina society—
Okay that was pushing it.
Once his hair was tamed though, it was then Molly released him, stepping back as she clasped her hands and beamed at him brightly. “Oh, you look so handsome!” She cooed, as if she was speaking to a younger child. She tilted her head. “Problem? Oh, no problem! Now…shouldn’t you be resting, you look very hurt!” Asks the young woman who had him in a headlock not too long ago.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:35 pm
He did not like that tone.
At all.
Worser yet he didn't have the ability to simply run from her, or even stomp away. So he did the most unhandsome thing he could muster; stuck his tongue out.
Yep. Real maturity.
"I would rest, but I'm ******** sick of restin'. You got any idea how boring doin' nuthin' is!?" It was driving the teen mad. "I read all my books ten ********' times over. There ain't nuthin to do!"
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