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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 8:01 pm
Melvin had NO idea why everyone was suddenly so hot, but he woke up one morning just looking a whole hell of a lot better than he felt. Ever since his fight at the Haunted House, he had woken up smelling like the ocean. First it was like low-tide, and he took shower after shower until he just smelled like salt water and seaweed. It wasn't something he was comfortable with, but more traumatizing was the fact he seemed to have sea life just appear out of nowhere around him. In his bed, in his sweater, and even in his pants. No reason other than that fight he just had. At first he thought he was coming down with some magical aliment, but when he listed all the things before the sea-life started happening, he concluded that his artifact was a pain in the a**.
What was worse was explaining how you managed to collect a entire bucket of beach-life over the course of a day when you haven't even left to go to the beach. Every time he found a starfish or clam, he'd toss it into a bucket of salt water he had in his room or toss it into his pocket in a jar until he just had way too much. When he found a lobster in his shirt, he was done.
He had to get rid of this bucket of crustaceans before he had too much evidence of how weird his life was being right now. So, when he saw the coast was clear, he took the bucket of critters, careful not to splash any salt water, and started to make his way through the dorm in hopes of getting out and to the beach.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 8:40 pm
Jeremy had been smelling it for a while now. It was salty and breezy, but...in the dorms? It confused him every time he caught a whiff of it, and each time his quest to find the source came up fruitless. In the end he passed it off as his imagination, but acknowledging he had a problem still didn't make it vanish. Which was weird, since usually you realize something like that and it goes away, right? ...Right? Well, whatever. He kept smelling the ocean and the tide, and he...honestly kind of liked it.
There he was minding his own business, and suddenly...the smell was more prominent. It wasn't just a passing, fading whiff it was...an outright stench. Maybe his imagination was getting stronger, or maybe there was an actual source around here! Either way he decided to try and follow it, pausing every few steps to stand on his tip toes and sniff the air, not unlike a dog.
He rounded the corner, nose in the air...and then he stopped, looking down the hall at the approaching blonde. The smell was...coming from him?! The tanned teen's jaw dropped, leaning to point dramatically at the poor boy carrying a bucket.
"TELL ME YOUR SECRETS!" He gasped out, his voice dropping a few octaves for added effect.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 8:56 pm
He had been quiet, and was near the door when he heard someone shout at him to tell him secrets. Jumping at the fact someone was even there, let alone shouting crazy at him, he managed to splash the water in the bucket, along with having a clam and a hermit crab fall to the ground in the process.
"Wha?! What?! I - I know anything!" He shouted, surprised and alarmed at someone shouting at him and hiding the bucket behind his back.
Despite his denial, his eyes were are large as a deer looking into at a semi racing up the highway.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 9:35 pm
The boy's arm remained up and pointing, but his expression went through many changes in a short period of time: firm demand to suspicious, confused to curious, and eventually his arm fell an inch lower.
"...Well that's a weird thing to say. You must know somethings." He let out a very baffled breath and stood fully, brushing his hand through his hair, gold eyes trained on the ceiling. "I can't imagine not knowing anything, I think that'd be terri--" He paused as if something hit him, quickly closing the distance between them both, leaning in close to him which was much easier to do since this other guy was a little taller than him. "Are you sick?! Do you need to go to the infirmary?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 9:40 pm
"Well - Yes, I know some things, but I mean I don't know what you're talking about." Melvin said, not expecting this young guy to take what he said so literally. He was also moving towards the door, hoping to move and noticing the hermit crab on the floor moving down the hallway. Too late to pick him up and save him now. Maybe he'd find a new home in someone's room.
Just as he made one step closer to the door, the other guy moved up to him to the point of almost being up against him, and head up and trying to lean a bit back, he looked down at him and was again VERY confused.
"What? Sick? No. I'm fine. Everything's fine." He stepped back to get some comfortable distance and met the wall behind him, the bucket behind his back bumping against the wall. "Are you sick?" In the head maybe.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 9:48 pm
"Oh. I'm glad you're not sick, and that you know things! I'm not sick, at least I don't think so. I've been smelling something weird for a while though so maybe---" Jeremy paused then, his face screwing up for a moment as a particular scent caught his attention, just enough to make his head bow to get a good sniff at the other boy's shoulder. Personal space? What was that? Clearly This tanned blonde had zero concept of it. "...It's YOU I've been smelling! Hey did you know you smell like the ocean? And..." Golden eyes trailed off, drifting over his poor victim's shoulder to stare somewhere behind him.
"...Do you have crabs?" There was one skittering away.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 12:43 am
Saying Melvin smelled was probably the worst thing he could ever hear short of saying he was filthy, and his expression was just crushed at hearing it. "I smell?! But....But I took so many showers." He tried. He honestly tried so hard to shake off the smell. It had been very fishy at first, and after all those showers, it just smelled like ocean and even that would start to turn after a hour or so. He just couldn't help it! It was like it was clinging to him no matter what! He even had to spray his room to make sure the smell didn't linger and all the damn fish and lobsters and other things showing up weren't helping.
At the question, he pressed against the wall even more. "No." He said, staring wide-eyed at the other. "I don't think." He did have crabs - 4 last he counted that were probably fighting in the bucket. He continued to stare at Jeremy and felt he was loosing this argument. "...maybe?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 8:09 am
"Yeah, you smell!" Jeremy chirped, but he sounded less disgusted and more amused than anything. "Maybe it's your soap? Au de Ocean?" His head tilted not unlike a puppy, a gloveless finger tapping thoughtfully on his chin. Was that right? Ocean? L'ocean? Le Ocean? He wasn't very good at spanish.
"Maybe? How can you maybe have a---Oh! I get it. Stay right there, okay? STAY." Something seemed to click in him and he finally leaned away from his poor victim, trotting down the hall after the hermit crab he had glanced skittering off. He knelt, uttered a lot of rather loud yelps of 'Ow!' or 'Hey, stop that!' and once a brief 'I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!' just as a last resort, but eventually he came back, holding the hermit crab by the back of it's shell, on an angle so it wouldn't slip out. If Melvin moved he didn't notice, but he'd find the poor man anyway. Jerm was that sort of special.
"There, now you do have crabs! It's kind of cute, don't you think? Well actually I guess it's just a crab, I mean there is just one but---" He paused his annoying of the crab to stare at Melvin again, his head - and then his body - leaning to the side. "What's in the bucket?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 1:04 pm
Look how much he wants to hang with you.
He's noisy.
Well he has your crab.
It's not MY crab!
Sighing, Melvin knew that the boy wasn't letting him go and he could feel the sealife in the bucket trying to get out. He'd only managed to get to the door before the guy came back, and at his own persistence, he moved the bucket in front of him. Inside was salt water (that Melvin just added some salt to water because he wasn't going to the beach for it), and inside were all manner of ocean life piled on each other.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 3:23 pm
The hermit crab ended up on Jeremy's head, nestled in the fluffy blonde mass of hair as the bucket was brought forth, showing him all manner of ocean life squirming and writhing in an attempt to get free.
"...COOL!" Jeremy nearly shouted, gold eyes wide in absolute joy. "Where'd you get all these?! Did you fish for them? I've never fished before but I want to----hey can I hold the bucket?" The teen with the hermit crab on his head was happier than a kid getting a puppy in a candy store on Christmas.
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