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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:18 am
Homeless.
It was kind of an odd sensation, and probably not entirely accurate - JD still had a dorm, technically. It just happened to be, well. Trashed. The burning of all his fan letters suggested that perhaps it had been another rabid fangirl. Women. The only thing that had survived, ironically, had been a photograph of what appeared to be Freya with a bunch of other blond beauties - the last and shortest of these having been burned half off the frame. Initially, he'd tried to find a space to at least lay down and take a nap, but he quickly discovered that the only place that WASN'T covered in a fine layer of busted glass was the bathroom. Somehow, he just wasn't feeling that desperate.
He'd shouted down the hall for a gnome, but to no avail. They all seemed to have become miraculously deaf. So until either he could get in touch with his dad or find one of the height-impaired bastards, he was here, going again on his own...
Down the only road he'd ever known.
Which just so happened to be the pathway to the Undead dorms. After all, he'd fibbed to that reporter last week about staying there with Herryk, and it really wasn't a half-bad idea, right? He had no idea that the interview had gone anywhere beyond what he assumed would be the end of that reporter's career. After all, his dad had said something about 'learning a lesson'. Clearly he meant Suzy of the lank brown hair and creepy eye.
Upon finally arriving at what he hoped was the right door, he rapped once, twice- and put his hand on his hip, settling into a comfortable sneer to wait for a response.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:25 am
When the door opened, it was very likely that JD expected to see the tall, dark, imposing form of Herryk filling up that entire doorway, looking friendly and confused at the boil's visit. So if his eyes were higher than normal, expecting to reach up to Herryk's face, they would be disappointed. There was nothing up there, sadly, and only when JD looked down, down, down, would he find the lithe little figure of Freya standing in the doorway, eyes already wider than apples and frozen solid in shock. There had been a lollipop in her mouth, but by the time JD got a look at her, it had already fallen out and clattered to the floor. Otherwise, her outfit was actually very familiar - the same cheerleader outfit she'd worn to the trials, complete with very long pigtails hanging from her messy head, except she looked like she'd been through a war with it. Half the skirt was already ripped, and her shirt was tucked in far too high. This was the first thing she fixed when she gained some semblence of thought, tugging it down to keep from flashing Johnny Danger in front of her boilfriend's doorway.
"Uhhhh."
That was as good as you were going to get, JD. Enjoy.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:34 am
"Freya," Herryk's voice rang out, a low warning growl. Or was it a pleading growl? Probably both - a warning to the interloper and a rumbling plea for Freya to shut the ******** door and get her fine a** back to bed. When his ghoulfriend made no move to dismiss whoever it was at the door, Herryk groaned.
Loudly. Maybe he should try again.
"Freya. Close the door," Herryk snarled. No? Fine. He'd shut the jack-damned door himself.
Naked. Well, mostly naked. He had a bruteball helmet on his head and a small towel held in front of his more impressive bits.
"Herryk does not want any -- JD?" Herryk's eyes narrowed as he glared down at the demon boil, a scowl twisting his expression. "What does JD want."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:44 am
JD couldn't stop himself, as his gaze wandered down to the magnificent sight before him.
"Helllooooooo, pumpkin. My, how you've grown." He waved the half-burnt photograph in front of her teasingly before glancing over her shoulder at-
"WHAT THE HELL, HERRYK." JD covered his eyes, photo in still hand. He'd caught a glimpse of something large and towel laden, and he was pretty sure he didn't want to see the full Monty. "Could you just. That's not a loincloth man, that's a hand towel. For like, your HANDS." Why was he wearing a helmet?
...Why was Freya dressed up as a cheerleader?
...
Well, this was awkward. "Yeah. Well. Sorry to interrupt bro but - " he shot a glare at Freya between his fingers, "Why did you open the door." As to what he'd WANTED, well... "Someone trashed my place. I was looking for somewhere to hang out until s**t's groovy again but uh. It looks like you've got a lot on your plate." He risked another lecherous glance at the very interestingly outfitted ghoul.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:08 am
Freya's cheeks bloomed effortlessly when Johnny Danger complimented her, but she took a step back, pressing up against Herryk as if she'd somehow known he was there. JD seemed to over-react at Herryk's nudity, and Freya's starstruck gaze broke in place of wild giggles at his reaction. He was even glaring at her between his fingers, and suddenly, Freya was starting to see Johnny Danger as less of an untouchable superstar, and just a tiny bit more like a very reachable boil. Her mouth formed an 'oh' shape as he explained the situation, and before Herryk had a chance to reply, she coo'd and reached out, pulling Johnny Danger into the room and shutting the door.
"Nooooo, yeh poor thing! Who trashed yehr place? Did yeh sees who did it?" She looked up at Herryk forlornly. "He has no place teh stays, baby boil!" She patted Johnny Danger's shoulder and tried not to shiver. "The poor thing.. he's yehr friend, yeh has teh helps him!"
And then an idea struck. "Unless! If yeh don't wants him teh stays.. he can stays at my place?" She gave Herryk the most innocent smile ever.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:41 am
Herryk's eyes were darting between Freya and JD, his mouth forming a flat line as he thought about the situation. His gaze honed in on the pale hand that Freya had placed against against JD's shoulder. Before he could stop himself, Herryk reached forward for Freya's wrist and tugged her away from JD.
"JD is not staying at Freya's dorm. Herryk forbids it." His tone brooked no disagreement, and as much as Herryk wanted to open his dorm room door up so that he could shove JD back into the hall...
...well, he was a sucker for those pretty blue eyes of Freya's.
Grunting roughly, Herryk released Freya, threw his arm up into the air and promptly marched to the bathroom so that he could make himself more decent. "Aghhgh. Has JD reported his room being vandalized?" Herryk called the question from the bathroom before the helmet went sailing from the bathroom to the bed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:50 am
JD 's gaze wandered the room interestedly. He wondered if he should try to spot and count used protection charms while waiting on his gracious host. He'd always assumed Herryk had been hitting that, in regard to Freya, as no boil in their right mind wouldn't but- for some reason he hadn't expected him to be hitting it so hard. I mean, her hair was all in tangles and the state of general disrepair of her clothing was kind of hot but -
Focus on the problem at hand. "Uh, yeah man, I like, yelled for a gnome or whatever but no dice. Damn gnomes," he added.
He wondered if he should ask what Herryk had seen during the Trials. It was clear either way that the boil didn't use his dorm for sleeping much. Maybe he should have gone and asked Nuru or Zar.
Or Emily, he thought distantly. But he didn't even know where her dorm was, and he hadn't seen her since...well. Since the monsters in the fog.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:00 am
As if she could somehow feel Johnny Danger's eyes on her hair, Freya started brushing it down after being pulled away from him, pulling her pigtails out and running her fingers through it so that it looked less like bedhead and more like groomed hair. She lifted her head up and gave Herryk a tarty little look, sticking her tongue out at him cheekily.
"Well, that settles it then, doesn't it?" She kept her tongue between her teeth, and bit on it as she grinned up at her precious boilfriend, giving him the proudest little grin. "Yeh told me yehrself Johnny Danger was a friend. Only a friend, ja, but still! Yeh don't wants teh leaves him out in the cold.."
Speaking of that 'just a friend' nonsense, she wondered.. hopping over to where she'd left the magazine, she picked it up, closed it fondly, and held it out to JD. "Did yeh happens teh see this, by the way? Herryk's been meaning teh asks yeh abouts it but, ah, I keeps him busy." And there was her cheeky, tongue-in-teeth smile again.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:12 am
"Yes, JD. What is the meaning of this garbage-paper?"
Herryk swung open the door of the bathroom, clad in a pair of sweatpants, and promptly braced his shoulder on the door frame. Crossing his arms over his chest the draugr peered at JD with something of a sour expression on his face. More than anything he was irritated that his intimates had been disrupted.
It made Herryk a crankybear.
"Freya should cover herself," Herryk complained dourly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:17 am
Freya picked up a sheet from the bed and put it over her head.
She was probably still grinning though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:30 am
Taking the magazine from Freya, he admired himself on the cover for a few moments before actually reading the headline.
"WHAT?!"
Turning the pages frantically, he mumbled under his breath. "No, no no no no no no no..." Hissing, his eyes scanned the article quickly. He'd called his dad! JD DISTINCTLY remembered that phone call! What was Mr. King thinking? Unless... Oh, ******** jack damn it all. 'Teach him a lesson' indeed. He was probably lucky Herryk hadn't just like, punched him the minute he walked in the door. Talk about awkward.
At Freya's comment, he felt his ears heat up a little. Jack damn, he'd buy THAT for a dollar. Herryk was a lucky son of a-
"Look, man." He gave Herryk his best look of long suffering. This was going to be difficult. "There was this totally heinous ghoul reporter crushing on me right, getting all A/S/L on me if you know what I mean, and like... Grody levels were rising, ok. She was like, ROTTING." He glanced around. Oh. Undead dorms. "Uh, that is, not that I have a problem with a well preserved ghoul or two but s**t was like. Not well maintained, ok?" He made a few articulate gestures that he felt quite fairly described the full horror of the specter that he'd encountered. "Just barf me out, right? Well to get her off my case I had to...Lie a little. Only she took it TOTALLY out of context, man." He pointed at the article emphatically. "I mean, like, I'm so sure!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:45 am
Freya was probably better off under the sheet. Now, she didn't have to hide all the excitement that bubbled up out of her from the mere fact that Johnny Danger was standing there, having, like, a totally normal conversation with her and Herryk. Like they were friends or something. Friends. She reached out to pinch herself, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and from under the sheet came a pathetic little "Ow." But she let the two boils hash things out on their own, while she waited, under the sheet, and tried not to giggle too much. A giggle escaped even as she thought about it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:56 am
8/
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Okay, Herryk couldn't help but feel a little bad for what JD was going through. Just a little, though. He shot Freya's sheet-clad form an exasperated look as he moved over to clap JD on the shoulder. He wasn't going to punch the boil - Herryk had the feeling that doing so would only upset Freya, and anyone who knew the draugr knew that he hated upsetting Freya.
"It is not such a bad thing.. Herryk is not saying that Herryk likes this, but hey, JD." Herryk drew the demon in for a bro-hug, effectively mashing JD's face against his cool chest. "Herryk will help JD out of this mess."
He sounded a little resigned. Okay, more than a little.
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