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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:37 pm
Bare feet made loud, smacking sounds on the cold tile as Jory raced down a hallway. He was late, really late to class. A phone alarm malfunction(read user error) had resulted in the afanc waking up a solid hour later than he had meant to. Now it was a quarter after, a full fifteen minutes after class had started. If he'd been a little less of an awkward derp he'd have just cut his losses and taken the free hour to get a leg up on his homework from his Holiday door lecture. Or possibly even used his free time to do something, gasp, enjoyable. Instead he was sprinting full out, a book clutched to his chest, in reckless abandon. Very nearly sliding around corners as he raced for the opposite end of the building. And of course he wasn't paying enough attention to what was in front of him. He didn't see the pretty ghoul with the curly hair drifting along, not until it was much too late. He tried to stop, really he did, but with a startled grunt he ended up colliding directly into the poor ghoul, sending them both crashing to the floor. Nice one, Jory.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 4:29 pm
There was a muffled "oh!" sound from somewhere within the woolen cocoon that was Catinka, and a momentary, graceless thrashing of hooves painted a pleasant shade of lilac. After a moment she managed to right herself, sitting square on her butt in the middle of the hallway and gazing in bewilderment at Jory, the contents of her pockets--a couple of bells, a folded paper bat, a little notebook and a stubby black pencil--scattered all about her. She had come to the conclusion that this was a customary greeting at the academy, and likewise, she expanded on it in the way she had come to expect everyone to expand on it: "Hello," she said politely. "These are my things. I am sure you also have nice things?"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 4:36 pm
"Ow ow ow." The afanc had smacked his head against the tile, and was sitting, hunched, with a hand plastered against the spot as he whined and winced. And then he realized what had happened, and bright blue eyes snapped to attention on the petite creature he'd managed to send sprawling. "Sorry!" It squeaked out as he flung himself forward onto hands and knees and began gathering up her scattered stuff. "Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?" Bells, pencil, paper. When he'd grabbed everything he could see he held it out to her in one hand, finally giving the poor girl a proper look over. Dark, adorable, with curly hair and lots of layers, and goodness, why was her sleeve tied in a kn- "Oh Jack, did I do that?!" He dropped everything he'd grabbed, falling back, startled, with one finger pointing. Obviously he hand't been the cause. Not if her sleeve was tied, but Jory was a nervous wreck of a boil, and didn't always think straight when stressed.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 4:33 pm
She gazed bewildered where the afanc pointed, and it took her a moment to realize what it was he was asking because for Catinka the absence of one arm was a non-issue, a thing that she nearly always forgot and that she'd long since become adept at navigating around. "Oh," she said, puzzled at the suggestion. "No--no it's always like this. Goodness. I saw a boil," she added dreamily, "yesterday, who looked like maybe his arms would fly off if you knocked him over. I'd very much like to see that but I'm bad at knocking people over on purpose, I can only manage it by mistake, you know. Are you hurt?"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 7:00 pm
When reassured that he had not been the cause of her missing arm the boil slumped where he sat on in the middle of the hall, clearly relieved, though his eyes remained a touch wide as she further went on to express a desire to trip up what he assumed must be an undead so she could see his arms go flying off. It made him blink, unsure what to say in that moment. Thankfully there were still a good many things scattered about the floor that needed picking up. So keeping his eyes on her, mostly, he rolled back onto his knees and beginning picking up the things she had dropped. "Uh, no. No I'm not sure." Just his pride, and that was always taking knocks. "You are alright, yes?" He paused with a bell in his hand, watching her for confirmation that he hadn't hurt her. Frowning, he offered her the things he'd already picked up. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have been running."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 4:39 pm
"I run a lot," she said hazily, stuffing the things back into her pockets as he handed them over. "Usually because I am late. I am late right now I think. Sometimes I am so late that by the time I find where I'm supposed to be it's halfway over so I just go somewhere else. Do you ever do that?" She sounded like she considered this an adventure, rather than an exercise in slackerdom.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 7:26 pm
"I think I might be doing that now," he admitted, teeth showing in an awkward, sheepish smile as she got back up to his feet and held a hand out for her. "I was already late, by the time I got there now..." his eyes moved around the hall until he found a clock. "Yep, half over. It wouldn't be worth it." Well so much for being a great student. "So where were you headed? Before I knocked you over, I mean."
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