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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:06 pm
Her self esteem was continuing it's downward spiral. She had worked so hard to achieve pride in herself, only to lose it all after the hunters sunk their tag in her core. There were moments where it came back, showing though strong and true, but they were as fleeting and as rare as they had been when she first arrived at the school. In her plethora of spare time she had thought about how to get it back, and one morning she had the answer.
Breck's Shed.
It had been something she tackled in her first year; something she held as a goal to prove something to herself. It had been hard and taxing, but the rush she felt when she conquered it for the first time...Ah, she missed it. She wanted - no, needed - to feel that again. Without waiting any longer she grabbed her tattered cloak, throwing it around her shoulders and bringing the hood up over her head. When she was ready she left the Undead Dorms, making an almost possessed route to the forbidden areas - and Breck's Shed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:13 pm
Mot was on patrol. Not that anyone sent him on patrol. No, this was for him. He was on a mission. He wanted to help others, to keep the peace. It was what a real boogeyman would do, right?
So he wandered around campus, helping any who came his way. When some stranger wandered into his sight, looking suspicious in their cloak (he had one too, but his was a cloak of JUSTICE, okay?), well he had to investigate. Make sure he kept others safe. If this was a no gooder, he could inform someone of authority and save the day.
Mot, in his black clothes, blended with the darkness around him. His light body treading softly on the ground, trailing the cloaked figure toward the forbidden woods.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:42 pm
A footstep.
She heard it somewhere behind her, and it was enough to make her pause to listen for more. At first there was nothing, but before she was lulled into a false sense of security there was another one. Closer this time. With a low whine to herself she gripped her cloak, momentarily pulling it tighter around her body. It was just the forest creatures, right? No use getting paranoid. You've faced Hunters and evil laundry and come out on top more or less; you can do this. You can do this!
Armed with her mental pep talk Amrita continued forward, still heading towards the shed; the footsteps persisted, and it eventually became clear that she was being followed. Damn! Her chest clenched, her unbeating heart taking a startled and pathetic start as her nerves lit up for a moment.
Despite her best attempts, Amrita panicked. She broke into a dead run, darting through the trees and over any fallen log or debris on her way. All she had to do was make it to the Shed; there were dangers there, traps...she could use them.
She just had to make it there first.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:08 pm
There were moments Mot felt panicked, as the figure seemingly caught on that he was there. Would they attack? Run? Soon enough, the latter became a reality. Before Mot knew it, he followed. What was he doing? If this was a hunter, what would he hope to accomplish if he got caught?
Just keep running.
Mot's long legs were his advantage. He could take much longer strides than the smaller form ahead, gain some more ground.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:18 pm
...Wait, why was she running? There was only one set of footsteps behind her! Just one! How hard would one little Hunter be? It wasn't like she was important enough to have the big bosses come after her, right? Right. Besides, whoever it was? They were gaining on her. Fast.
Suddenly, Amrita slid to a stop and spun around, arms up and fists clenched defensively in front of her. "WHO'S THERE?!" She demanded loudly, trying to keep a brave voice.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:21 pm
Mot hissed, skidded to a stop, and tripped over a tree stump due to inertia.
A loud yelp emitted from the dark cloak upon impact, long legs nearly flipping over his head as his body skidded right in front of Amrita. His body slowly stopped its movement, legs flopping back down behind him.
"Ehn...oh...ow..." Mot crawled backward, flipping his hood back to look up at the ghoul. "O-oh... its just Amrita. Ehe... it's me, Mot.."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:33 pm
...
She had no words.
There were just no words to describe how she felt as she watched her stalker skid, trip and slid in front of her, landing nearly at her backward heels. Such...grace...?
"...Mot?!" She nearly coughed up the words in shock, staring at the boil who looked quite different from how she remembered him. Then again, that was probably just the dirt on his face. "...You've, uh, got a little something right, uh..." A reversed finger raised, gesturing to her whole face with an invisible circle. A dirty face for a dirty fall, she supposed.
"...And what in Jack's name are you skulking around for?!" Also an important question!
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:37 pm
Oh! Oh how embarressing~
Mot sat up to his knees, pulling up the cleaner part of his cloak to wipe what dirt he could from his face. "Um.. I'm sorry, it's just that you looked like a suspicious being in that cloak. You went into the forbidden woods, which made me feel like you might be up to something dubious! So I wanted to confirm it... Amrita, what is a pretty little ghoul like you doing in the Forbidden Forest?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:43 pm
"...Err...I guess you're right." She agreed easily enough, smoothing her hands down her tattered cloak. But it was so comfy! Ah well...maybe next time leave it at home. It had been some time since anyone complimented her, and when Mot pulled the pretty little ghoul card, the Vetala couldn't help but blush in that strange way Undeads did.
"Um. I'm...I'm uh..." She rubbed the back of her neck, and then shook her head to clear her thoughts. No, don't be silly, ghoul! It was just a little word, no use getting so flustered! The thoughts were shoved aside, buried deep in her subconscious and thoroughly labeled 'didn't happen'. That was how she dealt with things. Like an adult. "I'm gonna break into Breck's Shed!" She informed him matter-of-factly, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. "Wanna come?" The offer was accompanied by a happy, inviting smile. Company would be nice!
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:48 pm
"You're going to what!?" Mot wailed, getting to his feet. "Breaking and entering is a crime!"
His looked horrified.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:50 pm
...Whoa, where did this come from?! He was wailing, and suddenly he was much taller than she was; she had to tilt her head back to stare up at him, giving him a grade-A doe on the headlights stare.
"...But it's just a shed?" So confused...she was so confused! "Besides, I've been in there a few times already! What's the big deal?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:52 pm
"B-but.. someone must own that shed, right?" Mot said, fidgeting with his nimble fingers. "If I had a shed, I would not want others poking through it so....?" He looked hopeful, as if this argument was clearly won.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:10 pm
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"Yes. Breck. Breck owns it." A pause. "Breck's Shed." '__'
"Aww, come on Mot! Where's your sense of fun? It's like...a test. Only fun!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:04 pm
Breck... Mot faintly remembered that name from when he'd first met Mac. It had been the only pleasant encounter he'd had with the other reaper. Still, he knew next to nothing about Breck himself. Was he even still around after all this time?
"A test? More like a schoolyard legend. This is one of those things scarelings do to peer pressure smaller scarelings into doing bad things!" Mot crossed his arms, sniffling, spots of dirt still painting his pale face. "I refuse to humour such behavior!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:09 pm
"It's not just a legend! I've been in there, and nobody made me do it!" She insisted stubbornly, if not a little whining. Why was he being such a stick in the mud about it?! It was just a shed, everyone did it! Well, maybe not everyone, but...yeah!
"Well...suit yourself, then!" She fixed the hood over her head and straightened her cloak, fidgeting to make sure everything was where it belonged. "It was good seeing you again, Mot!" With a wave, she turned and started to leave.
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