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Sweets for a Bo-MAN!; In which Chris has ordered enough sweets to make anyone sick
Topic Started: Aug 30 2011, 02:21 PM (1,160 Views)
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No, no, you're not lost. Check the listing again.

Angela checked the order form in her hand, the other hefting several rather large containers filled with--you guessed it-- sweets from Cafe Richard. Who the heck would order all of this, anyway? the woman wondered for a moment, eyes looking back down at the form with a slightly questioning look. She shook her head, looking back up. It didn't matter.

Christopher Collins, she read again, repeating the words in her head. Now, why did that name seem so-- oh, that was right, she had seen him around the school once or twice in her day. It was a bit odd, though--what was he still doing here?

No, that wasn't her business. It was her business to get her sweets to him and move on with deliveries and that was all.

But, Christ, where did he live?

Angela was going to need some help.

That meant she was going to have to ask someone.

And that meant--and this was the worst part-- she would have to talk to a stranger.

The woman was highly uncomfortable, but she'd do what she could to get the job done.



((Open to anyone in dorms and ending with Chris getting his sweets, I suppose?))
Edited by MaySparrow, Aug 30 2011, 02:22 PM.
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Spiralling up the long path of stairs, Anya steadily made her way towards the dormitories.

It had been a slow day, and with no missions or requests to undergo, she had decided to patrol around campus grounds. Not long after her first circle, she found a couple of students causing trouble by attempting to dunk a stray cat into a nearby fountain. A quick shout from the Elite and a flash of her armband was enough to scare the punks off, but not before tossing the animal in a last-dtch effort to complete their prank. With a large dive, the girl had managed to save the cat from a watery fate, unfortunately in exchange for her own dryness.

She rubbed her left cheek where three red claw marks now glowed, the result of a panic-struck cat. In addition to being cold and wet, Anya promised to herself that she would personally bring punishment upon the students who dared threaten a (almost) harmless cat. Of course she would first return to her room to change into some dryer garb.

Her thoughts of revenge were interrupted however as she passed the doors into the main dorm hall, noticing a small, brown-haired woman carrying several large boxes along with a confused expression. Sensing the opportunity for being useful, Anya quickly abandoned all thoughts of her current situation and made her approach.

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, putting on her best serious-business face.
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At the words, Angela turned, blinking. "Ah-"

A soaked girl with red hair and three scars on her cheek to match had spoken to her. Not to mention the expression in the girl's face--she looked like she was trying very hard to keep a straight face, almost as though she had been laughing at Angela to begin with (of course not, stop that). No doubt this was rather a surprise to the woman--she almost hadn't caught the words in the first place. Rubbing her eyes with the hand gripping the form, Angela looked away for a moment. "Wha-"

The words finally hit her--"Oh!" Well, that had been easier than she had expected, she supposed. Even if the expression still caught her somewhat off-guard. "Erm, yeah, sorry. I don't suppose you'd know where--" she narrowed her eyes at the paper again "--Christopher Collins lives?"

Part of her was irritated with herself--shouldn't she, as a delivery woman for the cafe, know where the person lived, instead of having to ask for help? How stupid and useless she seemed!

Gritting her teeth at the thought, Angela redirected her attention to the redhead. "S-Sorry, I haven't been here for a long time."
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Upon seeing the woman's reaction of surprise, Anya realized her lack of manners and bowed her head in haste, perhaps too much so as the sudden momentum slapped her wet ponytail across her face.

"Please forgive my abrupt intrusion," she said, as gravity slowly pealed her ponytail to the side. "I did not intend to startle you. My name is Anya Mori, a student of SIN Academy as well as a member of the Wisemen's Elite.

"I do not personally know this Mr. Christopher Collins, but if you are looking for him here, may I assume that he is a student of the academy?" She raised herself and pointed at the staircase to her left. "If that is the case, the boy's dormitories are just up those stairs. Although I should warn you that even there, the dorms are quite extensive."

She bowed her head once more, "If you will allow me, please let me be your guide in your search for this Mr. Collins."
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"Don't-" oh, it was fine really, it was Angela being stupid, this Anya didn't need to apologize, oh great, now look what you've done Angela! The woman sighed internally as her counterpart rose. She frowned for a moment, looking back down at the form, to the stairs the Elite member was pointing at and trying to ignore her snide mind's voice.

She'd never been to the boys' dorms, though she too assumed that they were probably as large as the girls' dorms of her day. Blinking back at the shorter girl--who was made even shorter by the bowing-- Angela gave a small nod to the offer. "Oh, please do," she murmured softly, hefting the boxes once more.

How is she supposed to help you if she doesn't know? that voice said again. Stupid, really very stupid.

Shut up, she responded angrily, gritting her teeth again. Frowning again in the direction of the stairs, the woman bit the inside of her cheek and stepped towards it. "Ah, thank you," she offered to her companion. "C-Call me Angela. I'd shake your hand, but--" she moved her head in the direction of the arm gripping the boxes. "Eheh-- thanks."
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Relieved that she could be of use, Anya raised her head with an eager smile. "Thank you very much, Ms. Angela. I'll see to it that Mr. Collins receives his packages as efficiently as possible!"

That being said- she with all honesty did not know where to start. She herself had never been to the boy-side of the dorms, and it was most certainly going to be difficult navigating the hundreds of rooms that one Mr. Collins may or may-not be occupying at this time.

A job was a job however, and shaking the doubt from her head she made her way up the stairs with Angela behind her. Pushing open the door, she figured the best plan of action would be to question the first dorm-resident they find and hope for the best from there.

(Open to anyone who may be in the boy-dorms?)
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"Miss Mori. Just what do you think you're doing, going into the boy's dorm with a complete stranger?" Came a prim voice from behind them. Emily waited for an answer, her arms folded. She had been looking for Noah making her rounds when she noticed her fellow Elite about to enter the boy's side of the dorms with someone she didn't recognize.

She tapped her foot. "There better be a good explanation for this."
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Angela had been following the younger woman with some difficulty; her hand were completely full and it had beome hard to maneuver. For a moment she felt bitter that she hadn't been offered help; then she shook her head. She hadn't asked for it, it wasn't the student's duty, and wasn't this guiding help enough?

Honestly, Angela could be very stupid sometimes.

The woman froze as a voice came from behind her, turning slowly. Oh, what had she done wrong now? She did not recognize the student she spotted--why would she?-- but the sight of someone frowning so disapprovingly at her did not make Wood comfortable--it was a sight she had known far too ofte as a young girl, most often sent her way by er elder sibling.

E-Erm," the short woman stuttered for a moment before finding her tongue. "--um--I have an order for a Mr. Christopher Collins," she swallowed and bit the inside of her mouth, then continued, "I don't supposed you would know the way, Miss....?"

Keep a clear head, she ordered herself. Keep your calm and finish your rounds. Offering the girls a pained smile, Wood blinked once and shifted the bag in her arm--oh, it was really beginning to strain her muscles. Ugh.
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Anya quickly turned towards the familiar voice of Emily. She scratched her head, slightly irritated in regards to the sudden interrogation.

Normally, Anya would admire the blonde girl for her dedication towards her studies and etiquette. But right now, there was a job to be done, and as such the usual rules and ethics of the dorm were of little concern.

"...Miss Pennington," she said, finishing Angela's sentence. Although a year younger than Emily, Anya refused to lose to her senior. She stood up straight, gripping her scabbard tightly, and looked her fellow elite right in the eye. "It's exactly as Ms. Angela says; We are currently making a delivery to Mr. Collins. So unless you intend to assist us, please do not interfere."

Her composure however quickly disappeared as she noticed Angela struggling with the carrying of her packages. Ashamed for not realizing the obvious sooner, she reached to take the piles of boxes. "Oh I'm sorry, Ms. Angela. Please, let me carry that for you."
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Emily raised an eyebrow. "Ah, is that so? Well then, as a senior member of the Elite, I should provide you my help. I know the inside of the boy's dorms quite well. I can guide you to your location if you so wish." She would never explain how she knew her way around, but it involved chasing Noah down the corridors many times before. Thanks to that, she knew the place like the back of her hand.

She pushed past her fellow Elite and the woman, not admitting she only knew the way to Noah's dorm. She only hoped Mr. Collin's room would be near there. If not, they were screwed. Still, she kept going, her head held high. "Also, Miss Mori....if I see aggression like that from you again, I will report you to the higher ups. I do not think Professor Ener would approve of such behavior, would he?"
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"Y-yes," Anya stammered, quickly becoming docile after hearing Ener's name. The last thing she wanted to do was to be labeled as a miscreant by the professor. "I... I apologize if I offended you, Ms. Pennington."

She hated her lack of power against Emily, but at the same time she was grateful that the senior had decided to help them in their delivery. At least now there was someone who knew where they were going,
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"Oh, I can--" Angela tried to tell the nice girl that no, she could carry it (even if she really couldn't and had wanted help from the beginning, the hypocrite). However, as she was pushed aside, the woman felt herself nearly topple over from the weight of... everything. Catching herself only just in time, she swallowed, hardly hearing much of her companions' conversation.

She did, however, catch Ener's name in the mix. The name alone made her wince, and Angela shook her head. No, he wasn't a part of this, and she shouldn't be listening, just get the orders done, Angela.

Now they were going to get more help. The woman hoped she was not being a pain on these students helping her; surely they had something better to do with their time!

But no, they were helping her.

(She really couldn't be more conflicted.)
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Emily glanced back at them with her eerily cold brown eyes. Her gaze was piercing and analytical, as if she was attempting to stare into their very souls. She looked forward again as she led them through the dorms.

Anya Mori, the blond mused to herself, a young recruit with a bright future ahead of her. She was smart, dutiful, and, barring a few small incidents, was respectful of her higher ups. She could prove very useful in the future. As for the woman they were guiding.....

Emily scoffed silently. The woman was no one. Just one of the many useless sheep in the city. Only good for consuming then being consumed.
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Sitting in his dorm, Christopher glanced at the clock on his desk, scowling as his stomach complained loudly. He needed his sweets, and fast, or he feared that he'd starve to death, or develop a case of Diabetes or something.

Either way, his video game was set on pause, blinking Press Start to Continue! for the thousandth time. It'd already been a half-hour since he called and ordered them!

Christopher Collins huffed, pushing his extra mass out of the chair he was sitting in and stomping over to the door. She switched the deadbolt at the top, middle, and bottom of the door, flipped the lock that came standard on the doors, and unhooked the chain. He then stuck his head out the door, looking up and down the hall, sniffing the air for any hint of sugar, then slammed it closed again.

He flopped back in his chair, eyes darting, once again, to watch the second hand slowly wind around the clock.
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Despite Angela's hesitant objections, Anya decidedly relieved her of her parcels, and proceeded in following Emily through the maze of the boy's dormitories.

As she trekked her way around the twists and turns of elongated hallways, she could overhear the humming of gossip from the boys they passed.

"What are girls doing here?"
"Oh god, it's Emily again..."
"What do you think's in the bags?"
"Pfft, look at the redhead, she's drenched!"
"...Shouldn't we call a professor?"

Anya shifted nervously from the attention, unconsciously hugging the bags in her arms closer to her body as if to hide behind them. Of course, she didn't expect them to go unnoticed, as three girls strolling through the boy's dormitories was certainly an unusual situation; still, the atmosphere was very unnerving.

Shuffling up front so that she walked alongside Emily, she whispered under her breath, "Ms. Pennington, forgive my impatience, but how much further is it to Mr. Collin's room?"
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