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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:19 am
There were complaints at the Reaper dorm--not just about the third floor, surprisingly enough. The ones that lived on the lowest floor, or the first floor--and in some cases, the second floor--all had one big complaint. One that Amrita probably should have seen coming. Roch was a troublemaker--a seriously LOUD troublemaker. And the older he'd gotten the louder he could get with that guitar of his. Sure he had a soundproof booth in his room, but seriously, why would he lock himself up when just playing his guitar? And recently? Roch hadn't been keeping normal hours at all. He was coming and going at full speed at any hour of the day and night. And tonight was no different. It was three in the morning, all of the dorm lights were out, everyone was supposed to be sleeping-- And Roch was running into things. "JACKDAMMIT!" he snapped as he ran into another table. The reason might have been the massive toy he was carrying in front of him. It was so big that he could barely see around it. He'd spent over a hundred seeds winning the huge a** jacker (his Gramp's money, of course) so he was damn well going to get it to his little sister! Of course it didn't help when he tripped down the steps cuz he didn't see them coming. And if he smelled a bit like alcohol, well... at least he hadn't wrecked on the way home, right?
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:50 am
Mot's complaint about the noises in the Reaper dorms made her curious, especially since she knew her fair share of Reapers. So one night she opted to make a trip down on her own in hopes of seeing just what the Grim was talking about.
Unfortunately, her trip was much later than she intended, through no fault of her own...okay, well, maybe a little fault of her own. She had been studying and lost track of time.
It was silent at first, apparently most Reapers were already in bed and sleeping silently, until --- JACKDAMMIT!. The yell caught her attention, causing her to flee to the nearest staircase and lean over the rails. Though she could only to see more stairs, she certainly heard more cussing and thuds. The voice sounded familiar, but the noises...they were somewhat worrysome. Then the loud series of thuds she knew to be the sounds of someone falling down stairs.
"Roch?" She called down the stairs in a worried but hushed tone, scurrying down to see what the fuss was about. It didn't take her long to get to his side, leaning down to hold onto his arm with both of her definitely not backwards hands. "Oh Jack, what happened?! Are you okay?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:07 am
Roch moved the plush *yes, he'd fallen so he was the one hitting the ground, not it--the moron* and looked at her blankly. "Sup?" he said. The smell of alcohol was stronger when you were this close, but he seemed sober enough as he stood. "Someone moved the stairs," he added seriously, still hugging the five and a half foot tall plushie in his arms.
Then he frowned, looking more closely. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Seriously, shouldn't he have been worried about himself more?
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:03 pm
As an Undead, Amrita had an almost nonexistent sense of smell. However, the strong chemicals coming off of Roch was enough to permeate her rotting senses, and to make her wrinkle what was left of her nose. She tried hard to not jump to conclusions, but she knew Roch, and she knew that his movements as she helped him to his feet, though generally okay, were certainly not right.
"...Have you been drinking?" Her voice was hard, already disapproving.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:06 pm
"I have... not been drinking recently," Roch said, sounding sober as a priest. Well, it was true--in his definition of "recently." "C'mon, Amrita, it's--" he looked at his wrist--then shrugged, giving up on finding his watch as easily as that. "Early as hell in the morning and I have a gift t'deliver," he announced. "You should go t'bed. Someone's bed. Doesn't gotta be your own."
But he looked as if he had every intention on delivering his gift at "early as hell in the morning." "Have y'met my sister?" he asked with a wide grin as he started down the hall.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:05 pm
"But you were drinking." Amrita was frowning, very much disapproving of all this. As he tried to shoo her away to deliver that giant plushie, the Patchwork moved to get in his way. "Not a chance." Her righted hands landed on her hips, standing in his way like the stubborn mule she could be. "Rochester Scythe, that's not gonna fly! You're drunk, and you will go back to your own dorm room this instant!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:08 pm
Roch frowned at her. "I happen t'have a seriously high tolerance for alcohol," he told her ever so seriously. "I ain't nearly drunk enough, if y'ask me," he complained, making a face. "I ain't been able t'sleep in weeks," he muttered, running a hand over his face. "Maybe I could t'night. AFTER I get this t'Terra."
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:13 pm
"You shouldn't be drinking to begin with!" Amrita complained right back, still in his way and refusing to step aside. "So you drink yourself stupid, and run into everything in your path to deliver a giant plushie to your sister, who is probably sleeping? Smart, real smart." Her hand came out, making the universal sign for STOP a mere inches from the much taller Reaper's face.
"Nope. You can give that to her tomorrow! Tonight is for bed, and sleeping, and letting everyone else sleep." Now she stepped forward again, grabbing his arm to try and guide him towards his own room.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:14 pm
"Amrita?" he said pathetically. "I got dumped." Nice change of subject there, bro. Very nice.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:06 pm
Roch's pathetic confession made her pause, not to mention it did a great job of draining a lot of the fight from her. He was dumped? Oh gosh. Relationship troubles...she had plenty of her own to deal with, too. They weren't fun, and a small part of her was suddenly very jealous of him for his ability to go drink without guilt.
"I'm sorry, Roch. That sucks." She meant every word, and the grip on his arm loosened almost into a hug. "Come on, let's get you to your room, and you can tell me all about it."
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:08 pm
Roch frowned, but reluctantly headed for his room. "I spent a ton on this thing," he told her. "The jackin' booth was rigged--but I had t'have it--it's perfect f'r Terra," he told her as he tried to find his keys, hold the toy and unlock the door all at the same time. For a moment he looked quite confused when it didn't work out--then he held the keys out to Amrita. "You can do this, right?"
He seemed extremely attached to the massive toy. It was a gift--/srsface
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:21 pm
"That's nice." Amrita murmured, patting his arm. When his attempt at opening his own door failed she did take the keys and unlocked it for him, even opening it and holding it open for him. Once he was inside his own room she closed the door, setting the keys down on the closest counter she could find.
"So what happened?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:23 pm
"I--" He looked around, then finally put the plush down right next to his bed before dropping down on it. "I went t'the fair, had a couplea beers, played a few games, won a prize, had some more beers, came home," he said.
That... probably wasn't what she'd been asking about. "Oh, an' I rode a few rides, too--just none of the date-y kinds. Dates suck."
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:29 pm
Once he was flopped on the bed, Amrita crossed the room to sit on the edge with him at first. But as he went on she shifted back until she could reach his head, where she started to run her fingers through his unruly hair in an attempt to be comforting.
"You shouldn't be drinking." She warned again, tsking lightly. Her disapproval smoothed away though, finding herself agreeing with his last part. Dates did suck. They were confusing and painful in the end, no matter how great they were during. "What happened between you and Amphi, I mean."
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:33 pm
"I don't know," he said, his frustration showing as he leaned forward. "I knew we hit some bumps--lots of bumps--but we were finally workin' it out--Then, moment I take some pals to Thanksgiving for a quick trip, she leaves me a cheesy letter sayin' I'm better off not waitin' for her t'come back, an' is gone. An' I know I'm bein' an a**, an' I know I should let her go--even my own sister tol' me to, but--but she was the first ghoul I ever loved."
He looked at her, looking lost. "How d'ya get over that?"
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