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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:00 pm
Freya was standing outside her door. No, she was inside of it. No, wait, outside. Actually, Freya was walking back and forth, contemplating if she should show up at all. You see, Freya was being a brat. And she didn't have an escort to walk her into prom, because her boilfriend had to go and be a screeeeejay. So he wandered off with his frightening outfit, even though he offered to bring her with him. She had acted completely unfettered. No, she'd said. She was fine! She needed time to get dressed and be pretty and perfect for him. In reality, she had needed time to sulk and pout and be a brat without anyone watching. It was really the only time she would allow herself to really be sad about something so frivolous as not having a full time date to her first prom. But eventually, she'd gotten dressed and stood outside her door. No, inside her door. No, outside. This went on for a while.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:04 pm
And then it happened.
"Hey you. Miss Ghoulie why are you standing around like that?" The black and white cat was wearing a tiny little black bow tie, dried ink up his leg to the joint like little black boots. "You should be dancing!"
"Cat's got a point." False was leaning on the wall arms crossed in a new pair of robes (sans the hood and chainmail) with a mask on his face.
"A ghoul like you dressed tip to toe should be at prom hands down."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:11 pm
Freya stopped pacing her doorway and looked at False, and his cat, for a minute. Sharpie looked absolutely precious. False looked..
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"Why does nobody understands how importants prom is?" She finally broke down and whined, slumping against her doorway and slamming her head against the frame.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:15 pm
"Because it's not. It's a time to dance, drink punch, and have fun." He picked up the cat holding it up. "See, Sharpie is wearing a bowtie just for this event."
"I'm dashing aren't I?" added the cat.
Moving over he deposited the cat beside the ghoul sitting beside her pulling out a small bottle taking a quick sip from his sleeve. "I will admit my outfit is not the best, but I come from a very different place." He slipped the bottle back up with a shrug, "But regardless I plan to have fun. So why would you let me, or anyone else ruin your prom night hm?"
"Bow ties."
"Ignore the cat."
"They'll have punch!"
"The cat is right about that."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:22 pm
Freya's banging stopped when Sharpie came into view, and she smirked, reaching out to scritch under it's chin. "Sharpie, yeh looks smashing. Very classy." She made a face at False's liquid refreshment, but shook her head at his words. "I'm not lettings anyone ruins.. okay, fine. I guess I am. Fine. I just.."
Her eyes moistened and her brow crinkled in dismay. "I used teh has the playtimes about this night, when I was a little ghoul. Goings teh prom wasn't in my future.. but I loved teh dress up in my mother's dresses and wears teh shoes that don't fits me and dance to teh musics I couldn't hears."
She rubbed her eye with one fist and sighed. "I had some expectations. They weren't met. I has teh.. gets over them."
She didn't sound like she was getting over them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:29 pm
"Thank you miss, I do my best." His chin tipped up proudly for the scratches. Already winning.
"I thought so," was the first thing he said when she finally admitted that someone or something was ruining prom for her. He even sat quietly at her story. "And when I was a little boil I thought I would be a great wizard who would strike fear in hearts of hundreds and hundreds of people."
He leaned over a bit counting, "Instead, I'm at this school," one finger, "In a hallway in the dorms outside of prom," another finger, "And a lovely ghoul is having her dreams dashed for no reason." A third finger.
"Life is full of failed expectations. The trick, is saying screw that and having fun anyway."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:39 pm
Freya stared at False for a full few seconds, before her face crunched up in determination.
"Yehr askings me teh says screw yeh teh meh dreams. I likes meh dream, Falsie. I just.. I don't knows." She huffed and walked back through her door again, hitching her dress in her hands and pacing the doorway a few times.
"I just needs a minute." Or an hour. Or maybe next year.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:45 pm
He thought about that for a moment, a very long moment.
"Just a bit." He even made the small gesture of pinching between two fingers, "What I'm really saying is you aren't going to come even close to that dream sitting here, fussin here, stompin over there."
Getting up he followed her to the edge of her door frame leaning in it arms crossed green eyes dancing faintly behind the red mask. "And how many minutes will that be? Every minute is a minute not at prom trying to make your dreams come true."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:46 pm
Freya stopped pacing and stood up to face False, standing up straight in front of him and giving him the stink eye.
"All rights, False. Whatchyeh wants from me?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:51 pm
"For you to dry your eyes. Come to prom, have a dance with me, and try to have some fun before you suck the fun out of me with that horrible pout you keep doing."
"They have punch and mini cakes," added the cat as he rolled onto his back.
The boil shrugged "....or we could have cake."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:53 pm
The only thing that made Freya smile about his entire proposition was the word punch. Punch..ing something would be nice, right about now. It made her want to laugh, even through her poutiness, but he would never know why.
"And what of yehr date, then? Won't she be a little upsets that yeh has another ghoul on yehr arm when yeh goes teh picks her up?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:55 pm
"Amphi I think went with Thanatos, Lattice I regret I did not ask, and Anna is... the stars I have no idea what she's up too." He spread his arms wide, "I am alone my dear and at your disposal."
Sharpie meanwhile was adjusting his bow tie from his impromptu roll on the ground. It was so hard to get straight without thumbs...
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:04 pm
Freya pursed her lips, and thought long and hard about what False was offering.
In a sense, he would sort of.. solve her problem. All she'd wanted was to walk into her very first prom on the arm of a boil. But..
Well, that was before she had a boil in mind.
If she was going to care this much about her little childhood dreams, he least she could do would be to compromise. Herryk had made a committment to the prom. This was a fact she could not deny, nor was it wrong of him to do so. However, it left her little heart twisted with sadness over a dream lost. A silly, childhood dream.
Maybe, just maybe, her dream could come true on the arm of a friend, instead.
And then, everyone could be happy.
She closed the door behind her, bit her lower lip, and put her hand on False's arm.
"Walks me to teh prom, friend." It sounded like a demand, but in her eyes there was a clear gratitude shining through.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:10 pm
She didn't even have to ask twice. His arm was out and hooked ever so slightly, Sharpie was on his shoulder and he only smiled.
"It would be my honor Lady Freya, is it?" They had only met once, but hell, he was good with ghouls names.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:13 pm
Being called a lady sealed the deal. Now, she felt like she was a kid again, and her sudden bright shining smile indicated as much.
"Ja, my lords." She courtseyed - an action that came awkward to her - and started to lead him forwards.
Dreams or not, Freya would always take the first step.
"Away we fly."
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