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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:46 pm
It would be a long walk, a very, very, very, very, very LONG walk, but TG had a hankering. It was just a shame the only way to quell said hankering would mean walking a few blocks off campus to the nearest Eyescream Parlor to get it. So ffffaaaaarrrr away.
It was terrible that the town didn't embrace taxis and LIKE JACK would he go on a bus. As it was, he could only frown as he started the journey from his dorm, across campus grounds, towards the main gates. Even that left him winded, and by the time he was in sight of the gate, he had to stop to take a breather, essentially blocking the sidewalk as he took a few moments. This was going to be a long day.
This campus blowed. He missed the time where he had private carriages. Those were the days. Relying on walking was so ...ANCIENT!
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:51 pm
TG's prayers had reached the heavens, and sent forth a long pair of legs to aid him on his quest.
Those legs, however, were attached to a cowboil named Mot. The tall Grim Reaper had been out walking when he saw a little bump on the sidewalk blocking the way. At first he thought it was just discarded laundry, but the closer he got, he realized it was a demon.
"Uh.. howdy?" Mot called down to the little guy, raising a brow curiously. "Are you okay? You seem a little winded."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:56 pm
TG narrowed his eyes as he looked up....and up, and up, and up..... The demon had to raise his hand to block the Pumpkin Sun from his eyes before he saw it was a boil. The way he looked hinted at Reaper. His skin was whole and fresh, and he lacked any odd appendages. This all went in Mot's favor, which dictated how snarky the imp would be.
"Just a bit. This place is back in the stone ages. I have to walk everywhere." He looked at the long legs beside him and back up (up up up up) at the boil above him. "I see you have no problem." He frowned as he looked off past the gates. So far away!!!
Thinking, he turned back to the boil. "Where are you headed?" One could only hope off campus.
As he waited, he rubbed the back of his neck. Tall people really were a pain to talk to.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:01 pm
Talking to short people was a pain in Mot's neck too. All that looking down and all.
"Aha, yes, Not a problem for me." Mot said with a light chuckle. He never did fathom how one with such short legs got to and from places. Walking never bothered Mot.
"Hm? Downtown. Nowhere in particular." He answered, finally just squatting down so they didn't get a kink in their necks talking. "Yourself?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:08 pm
Perfect. Play his cards right and he could get a free ride.
Be cool, TG. Be cool. (As if that was hard for him.)
The kneeling was not an insult to him, as he much preferred looking eye to eye than up. It was hard to focus and often hurt his neck which often soured his mood during the conversation. That was why he liked having talks indoors where there were things he could climb up on. Open sidewalks didn't give him this option.
"I was going to Scary Queens. No stores sell as many flavors as them, and there is one in particular that I've been wanting for the past week. I thought that it wouldn't be busy now." Considering all the students seem to be rather...quiet and somber. Eyescream would have helped in his opinion.
He looked back at the gate. "It's just very far away." Oh woe was the short imp. TG made sure not to look directly at the Reaper to complete the act.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:23 pm
Mot was falling for the ploy rather easily, his squishy cowboil heart bleeding for TG's woe. He held back the watery eyes and urge to go 'awwwww', simply nodding enthusiastically. "Well, if you want, I'll go with you. I don't have anything urgent to do today." But how to make it so poor little TG didn't have to walk so far? Mot didn't mind the journey because of his longer legs but...
Oh!
"I can't offer you a taxi, but if you aren't offended you can ride on my shoulders." It just seemed easier than Mot having to slow down for TG.
"By the way, I'm Mot." Mot smiled, offering his hand to shake.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 3:21 pm
TG considered his options systematically. It would cost to go by taxi and even if Mot got him on to go there, relying in a taxi to still be there to take him back was poor planning. Piggy-backing would mean he wouldn't have to pay, would mean he could continue to talk to a Reaper who had no problem with making himself a pack mule, and would mean a ride back with someone who might also hold any ice cream he planned to buy. Cost as the main factor, he shrugged as if he hadn't thought hard about this at all.
I guess riding on your shoulders would be best. I don't feel keen in using a taxi when it's nice outside." Mainly taxis forgot he was in the back seat as they could see him.
TG looked at the hand, not offering his. Demons knew better. "Name's TG."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 5:49 pm
Once the demon agreed Mot sported a quick grin. "Oh good! It'll make the walk quicker." TG also had a point. It was a nice day. It seemed silly to take a taxi for a walk that wouldn't take Mot long to travel.
Mot took his hand back awkwardly, since TG seemed to ignore it altogether. Maybe he was a no-touchy kind of demon. That being said, maybe the demon would prefer to get himself on Mot's shoulders. Otherwise the cowboil would've scooped him up already.
"Well then, climb on. We'll be on our way." He was already on the ground, so he didn't move otherwise. "If the hat gets in the way you can take it off."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 5:56 pm
TG was not as no-touchy as some people. It depended on the person, and why he often didn't like touching guys, a piggy-back was just easy travel, and one he had long since gotten used to.
At the gesture to get on, the imp had vanished in a puff of dark smoke only to reappear up on the boil's shoulders, his long claws set on sitting atop the boil's head as his legs rested on his shoulders, but there was a hat in the way.
Frowning, he took it off, looked around where to put it, then examined it, and, with a final shrug, put it on. A drawn whistle was heard. "Nice hat." It was much nicer on him than the Reaper, but he wasn't about to point that out. He was sure Mot saw it too.
Taking his Eyephone out, TG offered it to the boil. "Those are the directions. Just follow em and we should be there in no time." TG continued to adjust the hat upon his head, wishing he had a mirror. Despite how big the hat was, it worked perfectly to hide his horns without having to poke through the fabric to fit on.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:02 pm
Mot blinked rapidly when TG seemed to poof before his very eyes. Soon enough he could feel the plush weight of the demon on his shoulders. Well, that was convenient enough. Mot stood to his full height, allowing TG to wear the hat for now. As long as he didn't keep it; Then he'd have to go demon hunting.
"Well thank you kindly." Mot responded to the compliment with a smile. "My ghoulfriend made it for me." He said proudly, blinking then as he took up TG's eye-phone.
Ah, directions! "You got it, boss." Mot responded, beginning to make his way toward town.
This afternoon was proving to be an interesting one.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:14 pm
"Ghoulfriend, eh? Doing pretty well for yourself, eh Mot? And such nice stitching! Now that was a keeper. A ghoul who could make clothes, sew, and produce things for her man. Mot had his priorities straight, and the fact he called him 'boss' had instantly made the imp smile from ear to pointed ear.
He liked that word.
"You new to here, Mot?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:40 pm
Mot chuckled bashfully. Why yes, he was doing well for himself. Sort of. Things were rocky, but it was all situational. Field trips and such. Things were always up and down. The fact Mot was able to stay positive was a wonder in itself.
"Nope. I've been here... for a year now." He replied casually. Had it already been a year though? Mot counted in his head a moment, raising a brow. Just about a year. "Wow.. Time flies."
"Yourself?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:05 pm
"Came just before all the media raced down to appear for the trials. After Christmas." He pointed out, adjusting the hat and wanting his phone back a moment just to take a few pictures. Maybe later.
"What do you think about this place? A lot of press and attention all of a sudden. Anything interesting go around here?" He let his fingers trail across the brim of hat. It certainly worked well for keeping the sun out of his eyes.
Setting his elbows atop Mot's head, he looked about. THIS was traveling.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:17 pm
"Ah, what a shaky time to have come." Mot chuckled lightly. Then again, he tried to remember a time before his first field trip that hadn't been shaky. It was just one thing after another lately.
"Well.. I like it here. It's home. However.. things have been terribly.. eventful." He chose his words carefully. Vague he might have been, he honestly wouldn't know where to begin to explain the goings on.
He could feel TG making himself comfy and right at home atop his shoulders, making him smirk amusedly. "It seems like everything that can happen, does happen at Amity." Old wounds threatened to open as memories flooded back, but the reaper squeezed his eyes shut a moment to quell his emotions. Too much loss had taken place. He wondered how much longer he could keep up a happy front. He let out a short breath and opened his eyes once more.
He looked down at the phone again to be sure of the directions and kept on going.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 8:11 pm
"Really now? I hope something happens so or else I'm going to get bored." The main reason he came to Amityville aside from many of the other, warmer schools was because it had been getting a lot more attention, not to mention that when he was dropped off at the nearby Maul, some odd attack had happened and most of the students present were Amityville students. It just seemed to make sense that if he wanted to see something exciting, he'd go to Amityville.
Very comfortable, TG perked up when he saw the swirling icecream cone dripping red like blood on a sign that states Scary Queens with a pair of perky witches as mascots. The imps tail curled as he rose a bit in his makeshift seat. "Wow. You are fast." What would have taken him a long time had only been a brisk walk for the boil.
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