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| Sweets for a Bo-MAN!; In which Chris has ordered enough sweets to make anyone sick | |
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| clockwork-industries | Sep 7 2011, 08:41 PM Post #16 |
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Emily ignored the whispers. "You. Delivery Girl. When Mr. Collins placed the order, did he say what room number he had? Just to check." She looked back at Angela. She was running out of time until she had to admit she had no idea where they were going. |
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| MaySparrow | Sep 7 2011, 10:08 PM Post #17 |
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Daydreamer, Wordmaker
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Deli-oh that's me. Well I have a name. Frowning for a moment Angela studied the receipt again, looking for any number which could possibly be a dorm room. Okay, so when she'd been here all dorm rooms had had a letter and then a number. Were the boys' dorms set up the same way? Obviously so the woman thought as she finally found it in the top corner of the form, face warming up in embarrassment. "Yes," she admitted unhappily, showing it to the Elite member. "C-12." Oh, how stupid she'd been for not supposing that was how to find the room. |
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| Nolone | Sep 8 2011, 08:32 PM Post #18 |
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Master of Blood and Gore
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Fisher sat at the foot of his bed, tending to a newly broken hand. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he pulled the bones back into place. He knew he didn't have to do this, and that it would heal fine on its own. But it made it feel a lot less painful for the first couple of days, if the bones were in place. He groaned as the last bone snapped back into position with a slight cracking sound. "She broke my hand for the shear fun of torturing me, I didn't even do anything this time." Fisher muttered to himself looking down at his bruised and mangled hand. "How do they expect us to learn anything if we're scared to death of being attacked?" With a heavy sigh, Fisher shrugged, at least it hadn't been a slashing wound, that for him would have been too much to handle. His hand hurt badly but there hadn't been any blood, and that was a good thing. Fisher slowly got to his feet, he needed something to lift his spirits. He grabbed a small bag of birdseed from the top of his dresser, before he opened the door and stepped out in to the hallway. He stopped and looked around, the sound of girl's voices was not something you heard everyday in the boys dorms. He saw the girls coming his way down the hallway, with Emily in the lead. He stepped to one side of the hallway to let them pass. He hid his broken left hand behind his back as they came near, he didn't what them to see it. |
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| clockwork-industries | Sep 9 2011, 07:33 AM Post #19 |
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Emily rolled her eyes. The C rooms were on the third floor of the dorm complex. "Come on then. We have to go up two more flights of stairs to get to the room." As she led them to the staircase, she noticed Fisher standing in his doorway. "Mr. King, unless you have something important to tell me, you;ll go back into your room and.....what are you hiding?" She knew people well enough to notice when they were trying to keep something from someone else. She stopped and turned, her arms folded. As an Elite, she wouldn't allow him to get away with keeping something, perhaps an item that could possibly be against the rules, hidden from her. |
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| Nolone | Sep 9 2011, 02:04 PM Post #20 |
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Master of Blood and Gore
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"I'm sorry, Ms. Pennington." Fisher said, lowering his head as a sign of submission. "I didn't have anything to tell you, I was just hoping to take a walk. But I'll return to my room at once. As for what I am hiding..." Fisher knew it would be no good to hide it from her, he'd probably end up in worse shape if he tried. Fisher sighed and slowly pulled his left hand out from behind his back. As he did so, he gave Angela a slight apologizing look out of the corner of his eye. His hand looked horrendous, like it had been smashed a couple of times with a very heavy object. It had swollen to twice its normal size, and had turned a dark purple color. And even know he had tried his best to fix them, a couple of his fingers still pointed in odd directions. "One of the teachers decided to kindly remind me of my place." Fisher said looking at the floor "I didn't wish to scare your guest, that is why I hid it behind my back. She looks nervous enough with out having to look at my well deserved wounds." Fisher said, in a calm submissive voice, But every word was like poison on his tongue. He hated playing this game of indifference but knew if he didn't he'd be hurt or killed. |
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| clockwork-industries | Sep 10 2011, 10:50 AM Post #21 |
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Emily raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Fisher's hand. "Is that it? That's what you were hiding? You're more pathetic than I first thought. If it's bugging you so much, go see a nurse. Or that healer girl. You're just lucky you weren't thrown in The Tartarus." She turned away from Fisher and motioned for the other girls to follow. She took a moment to glance down at her watch. Arco would be expecting her back soon. She sighed. He always tended to whine and pout when she was late. |
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| MaySparrow | Sep 10 2011, 04:29 PM Post #22 |
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Daydreamer, Wordmaker
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As they stopped for a moment, due to the blonde Elite's wishes, Angela shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Oh, she was so late already, they shouldn't be stopping! However, all thoughts of movement ceased when the woman caught the red eyes of the male they had passed. Looking down, she blinked at the mutilated hand, stomach churning. Oh, she remembered when the professors had done that in her years. Heart swelling sadly for "Mr. King", Angela looked away quickly, feeling nauseous for a brief moment. "I didn't wish to scare your guest, that is why I hid it behind my back. She looks nervous enough with out having to look at my well deserved wounds." Wood blinked, eyes falling back to the young man's face. Wait-- he had hid it because she looked nervous? Oh, what did the people around her think then, that she was some sort of coward that could not handle something as small as an injured hand? (Well you are and you can't a voice whispered unhelpfully.) A crease forming between her eyes, Angela stepped away from the boy, giving him the smallest of waves with the hand still gripping the receipt before turning and following the Elite members up the stairs to the third floor. They were much closer to their destination, she noted with a small sense of relief. |
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| Nolone | Sep 10 2011, 07:33 PM Post #23 |
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Master of Blood and Gore
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Fisher kept his head down, but his red eyes did flash with anger for a fraction of a second. "You know perfectly well that it doesn't bother me." he thought, watching Angela pass. By her reaction, he was right in his notion that the site of his hand would bother her. "The Tartarus, right. Like they'd send me there, I'm more use to them alive then dead, and it's not like I'm a threat. Honestly, what could I do, bleed on them?" Fisher thought with a sigh, before he turned to walk down the hall in the opposite direction of the girls. " Emily's right, I am pathetic..." |
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| Garaku | Sep 11 2011, 03:10 AM Post #24 |
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MADAO
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As harsh as Emily's words were, Anya could not help but find herself agreeing with her fellow Elite in regards to the injured student. She could respect the fact that he had hidden his hand in consideration of Angela's wellbeing, yet the quick abandonment of his resolve put a sour taste in her mouth. To treat one's own decision with such frivolity, as Emily had said, was indeed pathetic. A small sigh escaped Anya's mouth, accepting that the boy was merely putting his safety before everything else. There were other things to deal with at the moment than worry about some passing stranger. Upon reaching the third floor, Anya anxiously scanned each door they passed, until finally... "C-12!" She exclaimed, surprising even herself with the loud volume of her voice. The redhead pushed ahead of the other two girls, much too eager to finish their delivery and escape the perturbing air of the boy's dormitories. "Mr. Collins, we have a delivery for you!" She announced outside the door, parcels in hand. Edited by Garaku, Sep 11 2011, 03:12 AM.
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| WingsofBlack | Sep 11 2011, 12:57 PM Post #25 |
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THE SEME OF DE
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The knock on the door was music to Christopher's ears. Moving faster than you'd ever thing possible, the boy ran to the door, swinging it open with such fervor that it struck the wall and bounced back. It would've hit him if he didn't run into the hall and snatch his boxes of yummy goodness. "About time!" Christopher snapped, looking at his cell phone for the time. "You took twice as long as you promised, thus I will only pay half of what I owe!" He stuck one hand in his pockets, pulling out wads of bills that mostly fell to the floor. "The total was $52.60, so I'm giving you $26.30." Shoving thirty dollars into Anya's hand, Christopher took the goods and balanced them carefully in one hand. "You can keep the change for the tip. Be faster next time." With that, he turned around and entered his dorm room, slamming the door shut behind him. |
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| clockwork-industries | Sep 11 2011, 01:09 PM Post #26 |
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Emily twitched. Such a display of disrespect. She pulled out a mirror from her pocket and shoved it into Anya's hands. "Don't go anywhere. Neither of you." She gently placed her hand on the mirror and vanished, re-appearing in Chris' room. Wasting no time, she moved to put her knife to his throat. "Listen you annoying, ugly little worm." Her dark eyes bored into his, making it clear she had no qualms with hurting him if it came to that. "{Such behavior is not only illegal but very, very rude. Despite your personal feelings, what you're doing now is stealing. As an Elite, I cannot stand seeing students behaving that way. Now, you are going to turn around, pay the delivery woman the full amount and apologize for your behavior." She was a full fifteen minutes late to meet with Arco. He'd be pouting when she arrived, that's for sure. Well then, she thought to herself, it was this idiots fault for ordering so many sweets and having an inept delivery girl. She'd just have to take her frustration out on him. |
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| Garaku | Sep 11 2011, 03:08 PM Post #27 |
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Despite being told to wait, Anya's body shook from anger at the boy's crude display of manners. She walked over to Angela and gently placed Emily's mirror and Christopher's money into the girl's hands. "Please excuse me, Ms. Angela." Unsheathing her scabbard from her waist, with one swift motion Anya slammed it into the door, knocking it off its hinges and slamming it open. Emily had already proceeded in dealing with Christopher, her knife drawn with obvious killing intent. "A proper apology would be greatly appreciated, Mr. Collins." Edited by Garaku, Sep 11 2011, 05:40 PM.
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| WingsofBlack | Sep 11 2011, 04:44 PM Post #28 |
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((Aaah, I need a Wiseman to interfere.. Christopher is actually protected)) Christopher's eyes bulged wide at the sight of the knife, his sweets tumbled to the floor, their sticky goodness successfully merging with the rug. "I-I-I-I..." was all he could get out before his door exploded inwards. He could feel bits of wood strike his face. "It's.. it's a policy! They shouldn't a-allow such a huge order if they can't deliver it in the promised allotment of time! I w-w-was promised delivery in fifteen minutes! I d-don't think it's unfair at all!" He glanced quickly to the corner of his room, where he knew a hidden camera was watching him. If someone didn't get to his dorm room in exactly ten seconds, heads would roll! |
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| Sperium 3000 | Sep 11 2011, 10:55 PM Post #29 |
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It was five seconds later that help came. All of a sudden, the window to Cristopher's room was covered by a wall of coiling, semi-liquid darkness. The shadows invaded the room, sliding along the survice in extending arm-like tendrils, and as they passed over things, gravity seemed to be turned off for them. A couple of notebooks and class supplies started floating in the air, as well as Cristopher's sweets, leaving the rug before they were permanently ruined. Now the dorm corridor was the only source of light in the room, as the shadows kept on waving and moving around. The voice that came from the darkness was an echoing, soothing one. "Why, a party going on and no one invites io?" It was then that the Wiseman, Giovanni del Arco Baleno calmly and gracefully floated out of the darkness, travelling through the air in a sitting position with his legs crossed and his hands holding his cane on his lap. He didn't even have to shift or move when he landed on Cristopher's bed as light as a feather, facing the other side of the room where the comotion was happening. "Emily, dear, I believe I told you to meet me outside fifteen minutes ago? Oh wait, that's sixteen now." The warden said with a pout, crossing his arms. "Instead I find you and your oddly humidified friend forcibly redecorating some boy's room? What do you expect me to think of that?" |
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| clockwork-industries | Sep 11 2011, 11:32 PM Post #30 |
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Emily pulled her knife away from Christopher's throat. "My apologies sir. A fellow Elite required my assistance. I had no intention of being late to meet with you." She flicked a bit of hair out of her face and adjusted the ribbon she always wore. "And also...I was dealing with this...student who was very rude to myself and Miss Mori." She tucked the knife back into her sleeve. "Besides, the cafe is a full 10 minute walk away. It also takes 7 minutes to get to the boys dorms from the school gates. There's no way she would have gotten here in under 15 minutes with your pastries intact. You should have come down to wait for her to arrive with them instead of waiting here like some sort of pathetic shut-in." |
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