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 Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 6:40 pm
Hel had been in a rut lately. A rut Mot hated to see her in. As much as he was loathe to admit it, having a firy and vengeful Hel was better than a sulking and depressed one. And so, he did the one thing he knew would piss her off most.  He hid in his room, waiting for her to return to her own from the errands shed left to do hours beforehand. He'd spent the entire day dressing up her room just so. Just for her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 6:51 pm
Unbeknownst to Mot, Hel was actually working her way back to a better attitude…but true to her schedule, she was out for a good portion of the day.
The reaper returned later that day, and made a beeline for her room, absolutely unaware that anything was amiss. She unlocked her door, swung it open, and then choked.
She immediately slammed the door, and looked around wide eyed.
She must be on the wrong floor, and that must certainly not be her room.
Hel went down the hall, went down the stairs, and went back up them again until she reached the third floor. She counted the doors, and then opened the one that belonged to her. Still pink. She slammed it shut again, and her heart hammered in her chest. No…no. NO. It just couldn’t be!
The reaper flung her door open again and stared in horror. Her eyes flew wildly around the sickly pink room that was unfortunately hers, and her mind was whirling with who she needed to kill. Mac. Freya…Kettil? Wait…her eyes narrowed on the intricate roses and flower patterns on her dresser.
Son
Of
A
b***h
Hel screamed words she would have never ever dreamed of in her entire life.
“MOT O’BOYLE I AM GOING TO RIP YOU A NEW a*****e WITH YOUR SPINE!”
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 6:56 pm
The first slam startled him, frowning and hovering a hand over his chest. Goodness! But hey, it could be so much worse.
Another slam after she had left and returned. Was she getting wallpaper remover or something?
The last thing he heard felt like it would be the last thing he'd ever hear again. He knew she would be irritated... but she actually sounded homicidal. Mot was scared now. Jeepers Creepers, maybe this prank was much too cruel after all!
The reaper whimpered and crawled away from his door, opening his window and preparing to scale it down to run for his life.
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 12:44 pm
Then came the sound of running feet, and then Mot’s door flew open and banged against the wall as Hel busted it open with a kick. The ghoul landed on her feet, and her nostrils flared as she glared at the boil trying to make an escape for it out his window. Hel lunged after him, both of her dark hands outstretched. “Your pretty little ******** head is mine, O’Boyle!” She screamed. “I will paint that hideous pink room red with your blood!”
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 1:22 pm
Mot yelped as he heard Hel nearly break is door open, his body halfway out the window already. He had to wonder if he'd ever truly been more frightened now than he had in his entire life. One lesson learned: he did not carry the strength of heart to be a true prankster. But oh did he have the skill. The reaper whimpered, "IT'S EASILY FIXABLE DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEE----" He screamed as he fell out of his window, long limbs spilling over the edge of the window frame.
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 9:14 pm
“You are going to wish for death!” She cried, and well, Hel was Hel. As Mot fell out the window…Hel leapt right out it head first and without hesitation. She dove right for the boil, grabbed him by the ankle, and then pulled a sailcloth out of her apron with the other. The ghoul snapped it open…and the next thing Mot knew, they’d be having a nice gentle and slow descent to the ground. It was pretty epic, and what could Hel say, she always did fulfill the strong boil role… Sorry Mot.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 9:53 am
One one hand, he didn't break his neck falling. On the other, Hel was the one who'd saved him. And he was upside down for most of it.
"I-I wish for life and forgiveness!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:14 am
Mot was the first to thump on the ground, followed by Hel, who landed on her feet. Her expression was unreadable as she snapped her snail cloth and then let go of Mot’s ankle. The ghoul then folded the material and tucked it back into her apron. She then pointed at the ground before her.
“Grovel.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:23 am
"Wh---Grovel!?" Mot wailed, already on his knees since he'd been set down by his ankle. "It was a prank! I'll return your room to the way it was! You won't have to lift a finger!""
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:27 am
Hel stared at Mot.
She then lifted a hand and planted it on his head.
She then wildly mussed his hair, before she busted out into laughter.
“I am glad you did not start begging even more, I would have had to beat you!” She grinned now. “Ya! Damn straight you are going to return it to the way it was! I am not going in there until you do! If you want to lolly gag as well, I will stay in your room until it is done!”
Motivation.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:31 am
Mot had to laugh, idly attempting to fix his hair after Hel mussed it. "I am not as weak-spined as I once was." Mot admitted with a grin. Self preservation was there, but there was also some pride.
"You can watch if you wish. I will even make you an icy cider with one of those little umbrellas. However, I fear that they too will be pink."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:34 am
Hel clasped her hands together, and batted her lashes. “My little Motty is growing up ~ !” She cooed, and snorted. She then reached out and grabbed the boil by the elbow, and pulled him back up to his feet. Little indeed…stupid boil towering above her.
“Ha! Tempting, but PASS, because I ******** hate pink.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “So how long did it take you, huh?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:38 am
Mot laughed, and with Hel's help he rose to his feet, albeit a little clumsily. Their differences in height was staggering.
"I believe it was upwards of six or seven hours, with a few coffee breaks in between. The walls and carpet were what took the most time."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:43 am
Mot’s dedicating was amazing. Hel had to respect how long it took him to prank her. “I think I am flattered that you spent so much time on that just to troll me.” But…it was…pink. Hel shuddered, and looked like she had swallowed a bug.
She patted the boil on the back. “WELL, hop to it, Mot! I will keep you company…out…in the hallway.” Because she was not stepping a foot in there. “I need you to get me some things out of my dresser too, before you start…” She smirked...speaking of trolling...
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 11:25 am
"You should be." Mot said smugly, smirking to himself. "I don't go all out like that for everyone." Actually, he didn't prank anybody ever.
Mot began walking back inside, looking back to Hel and quirking a brow. "What things..."
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