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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:58 pm
He had the name of his blind date, Roch thought as he dropped down on the couch in the common room. She was a horseman. He had NOT expected to be paired off with a horseman. That meant going to the horseman territory to pick her up and take her back--and if she was one of those conquest horsemen, he was SOL, he figured. There's no way she'd appreciate getting stuck with a punk.
Not to mention he just didn't have any jackin' desire to do school things right now, he thought as he laid down, staring at the ceiling.
"Would you know my name,
f I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?"
The words left his lips, sang softly, because they were stuck in his head.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:07 am
Still she didn’t feel like hanging around the dorms. It still ached too much, to be right here. Thus Hel happened to be on the way out, a grim look on her face. She was passing through the common room, thinking it was empty, until a song broke through her thoughts and caught her attention. Hel was always a sucker for singing, what could she say? In was in her FEAR make up.
The voice was awfully familiar too…
The reaper placed her hands on the back of the couch and leaned over it, peering down at its occupant. Ah…it was Roch. Hel stared down at him for a long moment. “Fancy meeting you here.” She murmured.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:47 am
He looked up at Hel blankly, a rather vulnerable expression on his face. "I'm supposed to be huntin' down my horseman date for prom," he told her. "But I dunno if I'm up for it." He still hadn't gotten used to the sight of her without wings--
"Oh, right," he said. "I'm not going to tell you about it. That's how you work, right?"
Then he started singing again, because he was being an a**.
"I must be strong
And carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:40 pm
The reaper raised a brow. Roch was going to prom with a horseman…? Huh. That briefly reminded her that she had been dumped and that she was going solo…if she was even going to go. Before she could say anything else though, Roch got snippy with her. The ghoul scowled. “Oh, I want to keep one thing to myself, and suddenly it is everything, huh?” Her voice rose above his singing, and the reaper reached down to whap him across the top of the head.
“Oi. I am talking to you now, and you are trying to ignore me.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:55 pm
He reached up and rubbed his head, giving her a dirty look. "Seems like a pretty BIG one thing to me," he said. But he had spent so much time talking about Tex lately that he didn't really WANT to... And that made him feel guilty.
"Did you do the last field trip?" he asked her quietly. "We were sent into this trance by one of the horsemen, and we saw somethin... really... bad."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:04 pm
Hel rested her head in her hand as she stared down at him, raising a brow back at his dirty look. She rolled her eyes. “Oh, dear me.” She lamented lamely. “You already know what happened and you are still trying to hold it above me.” Hel looked back down at him. Another field trip?
“No I did not…but we see bad things on every field trip, Roch, so I can not say I am surprised…” The look she was giving him now though indicated he should tell her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:07 pm
"They showed us somethin' that happened a long time ago, before any of us were born, sort of long ago," Roch said quietly. "We were seein' through the eyes of people we'd never met. There was a lake under the school and hunters captured these guys... except the guy I was seein' through... well... his name was Dallas Texas Scythe."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:00 am
“….Wha…?” Hel blinked, staring down at him as he spoke. A past event of the school through the eyes of someone who was there? Hunters were back there then too? The ghoul listened as he spoke a name…and her eyes widened a bit in surprise. Oh…
“…That sounds like…a relative of yours…?” The name really gave it away.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:07 am
"He was my uncle," Roch said. "One nobody ever told me about. He had a guitar for a scythe--an acoustic, he was a cowboil, with a hippy ghoulfriend and a dog minipet." It seemed such a simple summary of what he'd lost, Roch thought, but he still didn't know as much as he wished he did. "He was a DETH member," he went on. "He wanted peace between Halloween and humans--and he was this big, muscular guy that took after my granddad, and--"
He went silent for a moment, staring blindly forward. "And the hunters took him when he was only a few years older than me," he finished.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 10:52 am
The reaper quietly listened to Roch, nodding her head a bit. An uncle huh? Who happened to be a cowboil? Hel sighed softly. She just couldn’t get away from any reminders of Mot, could she? The ghoul straightened her posture though as Roch said that Hunters took him. Her hand fell from her face and she stared down at the boil with a somewhat sympathetic gaze.
So…he was most likely a weapon now…
Hel placed both of her hands on the back of the couch and pulled herself up, sitting on the back of it. She threw her legs over Roch, resting them on the cushions as she stared down at him now. “…I am sorry, friend.” What else could she say?
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:00 am
"Is it wrong to hope they just killed him?" he asked quietly. "I guess that doesn't even matter, whether it's wrong or not--I still hope he's dead instead of..." He gritted his teeth for a moment, memories of what had happened in the death trial racing through his mind. "I'm gonna believe he's dead," he said finally. "I'm gonna mourn him like he's dead. And if I can't get past it by the time prom is over, I'm gonna..."
What was he going to do? How the hell was he supposed to get over this in such a short period of time? It wasn't possible. "Every jackin' thing..." he whispered with bitter amusement. "Every jackin' time."
He sat up, pushing her legs away and getting to his feet. "I don't wanna be here."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:37 am
“…No…it is not wrong.” Hel murmured. She’d wish that over being weaponized any day…especially if that had ever…happened to her. She’d wish that for her friends and family too. “Do not force it, Roch.” Hel uttered sternly. Focusing on someone else’s problems was way better then her own.
As he pushed her legs away, Hel spun around on the back of the couch of hopped off. “Alright.” Seemed like she’d be following him. "I do not want to be here either."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:45 am
He ignored her, practically, as he headed out of the common room and out the door of the dorms. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his shoulders hunched. There was a strangely surly mood about the punk, one that screamed out just how frustrated he was. He'd cried. He'd destroyed things. He'd even tried talking with Danny about it. None of the relief those things brought lasted long. Talking about it didn't help, not talking about it didn't help, even having retrieved Tex's things hadn't helped.
All it had done was remind him that regardless of what he did, what he brought back, he couldn't bring Tex back. So he turned, heading for the one place he wouldn't feel guilty about killing things at--the wishing well.
The huge man eating plants there seemed to just be waiting for his arrival.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:42 am
Go ahead and ignore her, Roch, it really wouldn’t do you any good. The reaper trailed after him, practically on his heels as he made his way across the grounds and down a rather familiar path to the ghoul. Hel liked coming to the wishing well often, actually. It was something of a quiet place when one didn’t want to be around other students. It was rare someone appeared here. A brow rose as the man eating plants seemed to be expecting Roch, and her hands came up to thread behind her neck as she watched and waited to see what he’d do next.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:05 am
"Bring it you big mouthed sons of witches," Roch yelled at the plants, summoning his guitar and heading in. One of the plants wouldn't have lasted long against the hob, but they ganged up. This, apparently, wasn't the first time this battle had taken place. He would probably get in trouble with someone or something for doing this--he probably should--but right then he didn't give a crap. Talking about feelings didn't help, so working out some aggression might. Or at least, that's what Roch figured. And when one of the huge man-eating plants took a bite out of his FEAR shield, he felt perfectly content to chop its head off. Eh, it'd grow back later.
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