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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 6:58 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 10:45 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:26 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 12:43 pm
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She was a little late to the party; but not so much as to avoid Arel's question. Davi let the others answer for her as she slid into the office, still walking a little heavily. One of her eyes was still an, albeit fading, angry plum color; there were pink welts striping her arms, where the fur wouldn't grow back for a bit. As the garou's eyes drifted over Sin and Alcyone, she might have agreed with the succubus: save that she wasn't so much angry that the Harlots hadn't won - more that the stupid ??? thing that had hurt her like this was still jackdamned standing.
Well, she assumed it was.
"Rain's got it right," Davi piped in, finally. Her tail thumped listlessly against her legs as the monster made her way over to her demonic bandmates. "The stage, uh. Opened. Like the flytraps-" and the loup-garou did her best impression of the flowers' snapping jaws with her claws- "and there was sky and land underneath. Weird sky," she added as an afterthought. Maybe she'd taken one too many knocks, since she didn't seem to be quite herself.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 2:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 6:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 7:27 am
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"A prize?!" The secretary had stood up, chair scraping noisily behind him, some of the weaker icicles clinging to the bottom of the chair rungs shuddering and falling - clink clink- onto the ground. Both hands pressed against the desk, he leaned towards the students. "You- you first years go in to some event, WITHOUT PERMISSION, may I add, think it is okay to participate and fight and think you'll get a Jack be Damned PRIZE?! You have NO clu-"
- His desk suddenly hiccuped violently, and his shadow leaned forward, curving in an unnatural angle around the secretary, clearly not his own. Arel jumped an inch, looked guiltily towards "HELLMA'S OFFICE", and took a deep breath. The room seemed to have dropped considerably colder.
"The ghost girl - Mai is correct." Calmer now, he pulled out from the top drawer a folder, opening it. They were all labelled "Student report" and had pictures of all nine perpetrators' image plastered on each sheet. There was a large red circle around their name. "It was a tough fight, it was late, there were a lot of people, a lot-" he stressed this word -" Was going on. It was hectic, you are not really sure at all what you saw, and it better be kept that way if you do NOT want to get into further trouble."
Arel did not wait for anyone to protest. It was clear that he meant it as a request, not a statement. "Red thinks you should not be suspended, Hellma would rather put you all in the Princess Corner, but unfortunately, I am ultimately responsible for your fates." Each student profile was flipped back and forth, from Remi, to Pachua, to Davinca, to Sin, to Rain, back and forth. He seemed unaware of the tension he was creating from his to-be verdict as he worked silently, assessing each student. "Well, most of you have not had issues in the past. As much as I would love to suspend you all, it would be more dangerous for your to stay at home as you have been marked-"
-His table shook violently again, and the shadow circling Arel gave a low growl. "-Marked... with a bad grade, I have been REQUESTED to give you these."
The secretary pulled out nine of them, but they oddly looked smaller, the rune more faded than glowing intensely, unlike during the band fiasco.
"If it happens that you get atta-" The desk shook, knocking Arel's cider cup right over - "You will know when you will need it. Just hang on to it or something, it would suck for you to lose it if -" another shake - "When things get wor-" his papers were falling like drifting snow off his desk - "Just hang on to it okay. It's freaking harmless anyway, I made sure of it when I repli- FOR JACK'S SAKE HELLMA IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST MY SPEECH THEN YOU SAY IT."
It was clear the conversation was over as the secretary trounced over to HELLMA'S OFFICE and knocked on it furiously, attempting to move a doorknob that would not open. The pendants that Arel had put on the desk had long been shaken off, and lay sprawled on the floor, one for each student. Well, the secretary had said that they didn't do anything, right? It was probably a wise move to just take one and keep stored in memory for later. After all, the entire incident had been one chaotic blur more than anything else.
((OOC: It looks like Remi, Pachua, Mai, Davinca, Sin, Alycone, Rain, Shine, and Emily have ended up with a 'replica' pendant of their own! I recommend keeping it somewhere safe until the right time...
Also you have been each awarded + 1 growth points for showing up. Yay!)
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:21 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 7:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:03 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:06 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:09 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:21 am
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Being hauled back to the dorms had been...not the worst thing that had happened to him all night, honestly.
He'd been dreading the long and cold walk back. If Hellma wanted to volunteer for carrying- it hadn't been gentle, admittedly, but it hadn't been walking, either.
Now fully clothed (and maybe bundled up a little more than usual) he dropped onto the floor of the office next to Carry and Livi, leaning against the wall. There were only so many seats, and there had been a lot of students playing Truth or Dare.
Next time Christof wanted to drag him off somewhere in the middle of the night, he was going to do his best to be extremely heavy. He didn't hold anything against Carry for her dare, although he did wish she hadn't thrown his clothes quite so far.
"She carried us back," Barth said. "Err, her shadow things did, anyway. And dropped us off back at the dorms."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:25 am
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He was here at the office again, a place he swore he would try everything in his power never to enter. How did such a fun game turn most fowl, and once again, it was Hellma – and yet a new threat. Red. Whlle he was still glad he hadn't stayed, he kicked himself that he had been SO CLOSE to escaping. He and G had made it all the way to their dormitory, displaying true monster skill superior to the rest who had all been caught beforehand. However, she had been waiting for him and here he was. HERE! THE WORST PLACE EVER only second to whatever place they might be sent to.
Stepping in, Calder looked to a few students he saw during the game and slowly went over to sit down. His complexion was pale – even more than usual – and he had a sick look about him. "Ohhh…this is bad." He said to himself, starting to rock. He remembered THE OTHER BATHROOM! It still haunted him to this day, and he still couldn't go near soap without being wary that it would turn into a monster and eat him. He only hoped there wasn't an OTHER OTHER SUBBATHROOM to go to, and bite his lower lip, wondering what was in store. All things pointed to NOT GOOD.
"First punishing us for being romantic and now punishing us for having fun. This school is a prison." He huffed, rubbing his arms as he rocked a bit in his seat. He needed to find his happy place. Happy place. Happy place.
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