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 Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:48 pm
Quote:  gaia_crown [ PROMPT 4: A Curse ]: As your character is walking around the school campus areas minding their own business, they suddenly hear a low screech and then everything goes black.
When they wake up, they realize their arm has been branded with a curse resembling a sort of human shaped thing with a heart inside it. Two helpful DETH advocates run over and apprehend your character. You have been cursed! If you do not hug at least seven other citizens before the day is up, you will explode in a shower of sparkles never to return to the Fear plane ever again! :2spooky:
He had been suddenly accosted by some men who were part of some community known as DETH - something he had yet to know about - telling him that the reason he had blacked out was because he was cursed. He could have told them that - there was a giant lock between his collarbones he couldn't take off.
But, apparently this was another stupid curse (was he just unlucky,) and he had to go around hugging unsuspecting creatures of Halloween or else he would explode in to sparkles. It could have been worse, he could have been back to floating in the abyss that he had just woken from again, but he wasn't entirely keen on being sparkles currently.
So, begrudgingly, he had been looking around school for his last member of the "awkwardly hugging people", when he spotted a familiar face, clearing his throat and going to trounce up to her, the movements of his clothing, the jingle of all his potions and his heavy shoes making him obvious.
"Angeline." He voiced out, before looking around, feeling silly. "I need a favour, do you mind?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 6:01 pm
She'd been managing alright herself that day. There was a few incidents where the stairs took a few hours to get up just to find out she'd taken a wrong turn somewhere else, but she hadn't stepped on (many) toes or run into (many) doors that were actually walls.
So it had been working out. Mostly. Kinda.
However, the sound of jingling and heavy footfalls, she paused, turning to look towards the noise. The clinks were distinct sounding enough, unless everybody walked around with glass things on them clinking together. Oh that would have been distracting.
The voice confirmed her thoughts.
"Ashton, hi." she shuffled her feet awkwardly as she turned, just to be safe from toes and stepping on feet or tails. "Well, I can certainly try to help," she offered, smiling.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 10:43 pm
Seeing as there were no hooves or tails to truly be stepped on, or scythe-poked (that happened, also, when she wasn't lucky) - it was safe to say that Angeline was good for today.
She was as keen as ever, perking up when he had come closer. He absentmindedly wondered what would happen if he had unloaded a few pounds worth of clothing and liquid filled glass, would he still be recognizable? It was something he would have to consider, but for now, he was stuck with this almost too embarrassing request that he had to ask of her.
Clearing his throat a little, he sort of looked away, before blurting out what he must, knowing it would sound completely strange. "Well, you see, I suddenly got cursed . . . again - and I am stuck here being made to, um, hug seven people in our community." he started, feeling like a child - asking the first six was hard enough.
"Well, I am at person number seven, and you seemed to be the closest so, ehh, would you mind if I just gave you a small hug? If it isn't too bold." he paused, looking to the side, snorting a little indignantly. "It's either that or apparently I turn in to glitter."
She could only say no, at worse, right?
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 5:51 am
Her face went through several looks as Ashton spoke of his predicament. Shock, worry, confusion, amusement (sorry Ash, having to hug strangers was funny), bashfulness, horror.
"Sparkles? What kind of curse would turn someone into sparkles?" she asked, aghast. It didn't sound as though she didn't believe it was a possibility, but she did seem like she was trying to remember what 'sparkle' was. Like she knew, but the mental picture was sort of half there and in the form of a really awful shirt she'd seen someone at the shelter wearing when she was little.
"I mean, I'll give you the hug because I don't think being sparkles would be all that great, but...."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 4:47 pm
"I know, it is such a very peculiar situation to be in - especially with the whole glitter kind of thing . . . he stated, kind of feeling a little sheepish about it all - but what was he going to do? He had already (apparently) been sleeping for a long time, and was known to have memory blips since he had come to school (for whatever reason), so he wasn't going to just assume nothing was going to happen. He was just going to do that.
Somehow. It would happen. He was totally not nervous about hugging a girl he had recently become good friends with. Not at all. He was going to do it. Totally.
Clearing his throat, he murmured a very soft apology as he attempted to give her a hug. How did someone hug? He assumed it was wrapping his arms around her and pressing in a bit, or so he was figuring out. His first hug with his first victim was absolutely horrible - they had to teach him how to. He literally could not remember if he ever had hugged a person. It was embarrassing.
After a few moments like this, he kind of shuffled backwards as fast as he could.
"Sorry, sorry, that was probably remarkably awkward, thank you." He rambled out, going to scratch the back of his head. "I. . . do not feel that much different."
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