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 Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 7:58 am
Victoria was not one to waste food, because food was expensive, and it's important to treasure it for as long as possible... Sure, there's no need for her to eat since she was a ghost, but strict meal time routines back in the orphanage meant that if she failed to grab a bite during "meal time", she would start to feel a strange sensation in her tummy. Something Matron had defined as 'hunger' when she described it.
As such, she had kept every sugar spookie she baked with Lou; the flawed ones - some had smudged icing, some were slightly burnt around the ages because she had failed to mind the oven, some had cracked when she was too rough with taking them off the spookie sheet - were kept in one container, and the perfect ones were in another. There were enough perfect spookies for her to pack them up into individual bags, and gift one to all the students whom had left an impression on her; one for Hel, one for Miss Amphi, one for Sir Jove-
She was so busy with making a list in her head that she failed to watch where she was going.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 8:43 pm
Cormick was getting a little antsy with all the students around. And he seemingly kept meeting monsters left and right.
Where were the demons? Where were the Reapers?
So preoccupied in the thoughts, the Puca didn't even realize he walked into a ghost until he walked into her.
Which was odd.
"Hey! Watch where you're going short stuff!" Cormick blinked at the ghoul, little pretty ghoul. But that didn't matter.
"Do ghost generally run into innocent demons in the hallways?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 11:56 am
Victoria floated backwards, hovering on the spot for a few seconds as she was snapped out of her daydreaming quite suddenly; as she readjusted herself, the boil's words flew over her head. She didn't know that they were for her. Blinking at him, it took a while for the situation to sink in, and immediately, she bowed her head in embarrassment.
"Oh, dear Sally! Terribly sorry, sir," She apologized sheepishly before pausing, and then tilting her head slightly to the side, "But it takes two hands to clap, and it takes two to collide the way we did... Especially since I was moving so slowly that you could have taken a side step to either side, and avoided me. Were you as preoccupied with your thoughts as I was, sir?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 3:41 pm
Her logic was sound, which made the Puca hiss.
He clapped as if to prove her point before sarcastically throwing a finger at her direction. "Look at you ghoulie, figuring s**t out on your own." His eyes narrowed. "Are you sassing me brat?" He reached over to rub his knuckles against her head. "I don't have to take that from a ghost girl."
As he did the torture, he always snorted. "My thoughts weren't as airless as yours. I was thinking of meeting the students of higher class."
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 10:55 pm
Victoria stared at the boil as he clapped, wondering if she did something good... But that tone he was using didn't sound entirely friendly? While she didn't understand what excrement had to do with anything, and what sassing meant, she got the feeling that he didn't like this 'sassing' thing.
She let out a soft cry of surprise, immediately putting her hands on her head, pushing his hands away before floating backwards to put some distance between them. To protect against the knuckles. With a slight pout, she kept her hands on her head, patting her hair to smooth it down, "That's not very nice of you, sir."
Once her hair was dealt with, she kept her hands up on her head, and stared at the boil some more, "What do you mean by a higher class?" She didn't know that students were divided by class! Oh! Perhaps he meant...
"Ah! Were you looking for a Knob or Hob?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 11:12 pm
Cormick grinned at her cry, knowing that it obviously bothered her. It was kind of funny to, the face she was making.
"Well maybe you should run into nice boils instead of the mean ones, shouldn't you?" He snorted at her before dropping his hands in his pockets now. "Or maybe you shouldn't expect everyone to be nice. You one of those ghouls with like bubbles for brains or something? I've already met one of those. Birdbrain seriously has a BIRD BRAIN."
He blinked.
"Demons, Ghost ghoul. I mean Demons." He sighed, "I can't believe ghost don't know the stronger, better, faster faction of this school. Demons are the pride and joy of Amityville aren't they?" He shook his head more. "Wow you need to be reeducated on class ghoul. Cause you got like 0 of it."
Was he being terrible? Yes. Did he feel guilty? Not really. GUESS YOU SHOULDN'T RUN INTO HIM.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 11:11 pm
"Bubbles for brains?" Victoria frowned, mulling over it for a moment before shaking her head, "I don't think that is possible, sir. Unless you are a zombie, perhaps..." Since some of their brains probably already rotted away, right? So maybe they get their brains replaced with bubbles... Or something...
"My name is Victoria Marie Bloodworth, and I go by Victoria," She curtsied, folding her hands in front of her as she tilted her head to the side, "So please call me Victoria instead of ghost ghoul, and unless you want to be addressed as Demon boil, you should introduce yourself too!"
She still didn't understand what class had to do with anything, but-
"I do not think that is true," She replied with a thoughtful look, "Whoever makes a name for themselves after graduation is the pride and joy of Amityville... Thinking of demons as the better faction is an outdated way of thinking, as Matron would often tell us. Perhaps you would like to be reeducated? I could teach you, if you like!"
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