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| godscousininlaw | Aug 8 2010, 05:54 PM Post #1 |
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Courtney scanned the cafeteria, searching for a seat. Most of the tables she saw were full, but there was one empty one tucked in the far right corner of the room. She walked over there rather gracefully, blue ringlets bouncing, obviously trying to catch someone's attention so they might come sit with her. So she slid over to the wall at the end of the greasy table. The food wasn't very pleasant looking, she had taco salad. The lettuce was wilted, and the meat that was in a little plastic cup looked like greasy reddish dirt. She nibbled on one of the chips to try and get some nourishment. Stale. "I'll have to remember to bring my own lunch." she said grimacing, and realized that unfortunately she would go hungry all day. Turning her head away from the horror food, she looked at the wall. It appeared some students had decorated it with a variety of exciting scenes. There were the Death Scythes fighting off Kishins, and kids battling each other with their partners, even one showed a search for the Legendary Sword Excalibur. Her eyes danced over the art, this kind of scene really got her adrenaline pumping. The pictures were amazing, they really had some talented students here. That was a nice distraction for the moment. Now to wait for someone to maybe come and greet her with welcoming smile. That sure would make her feel fabulous. |
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| tagger | Aug 8 2010, 06:19 PM Post #2 |
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The Demon Chair
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Another day, another lunch for Rick. The gas masked boy had brought his own lunch. As someone who had experienced public school, one of his big rules was not to eat cafeteria food. It had a chance to make someone sick, and with his luck, he would get sick as a result of eating the stuff. So he carried a roast beef sandwich, a can of Mountain Dew Voltage, and a bag of chips. After entering the cafeteria, Rick scanned around for a seat. So far, he had come across fully occupied tables. That was until he saw a familiar blue haired girl. He recognized her from a couple of years back. "Holy shit. . . Is that you, Courtney?", called out Rick to the girl in an enthusiastic tone. Rick had taken a seat at the table right across from her. |
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| godscousininlaw | Aug 9 2010, 01:08 AM Post #3 |
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Courtney's head snapped to where the excited voice was stemming from. She looked to find a familiar face, or in this case gas mask. Her stormy eyes widened to the size of small dinner plates. "Oh my, it's Rick!" She wouldn't have been able to guess that they would see each other again in the same school. But it was nice to know someone here. She hurriedly picked up her tray and moved opposite Rick. "So your here too eh? Wow it seems so long ago that we saw each other, but it really hasn't been that long at all" she said, remembering to that sunny day in Boston. This was insane, she never thought she'd see this crazy foul mouthed nerd ball again. She noticed the boy was smart enough to bring his own lunch this time. "May I?" she inquired, eying his bag of chips. "My lunch is quite unedible" pointing to her cafeteria lunch. |
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| tagger | Aug 9 2010, 02:07 AM Post #4 |
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Yep, this was Courtney alright. She had recognized Rick. She immediately moved opposite of him. Her eyes had widened upon seeing him. He still remembered the day he met her back in Boston. That was a pretty good day in his opinion. She immediately noted that it had been a little while. "Yeah, I've been getting ready for Shibusen for the past couple of years. . . .", he told her. At that point, Rick removed his gas mask. While it was a much different gas mask, the voice and foul mouth were both recognizable. But now, she'd be able to see Rick's face under his mask. His mop of brown hair was still present, and his eyes were still that shade of yellow. But then, she got to see what was hidden before. She had inquired him about his chips. She said that her lunch was crap. "Sure. . .", replied Rick to Courtney as he handed her his bag of chips. "First rule of public school, always bring your own lunch. . .", commented Rick. And considering that school food was usually crappy, it was a damn good tip. |
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| godscousininlaw | Aug 9 2010, 03:59 AM Post #5 |
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"Thanks for the advice", Courtney muttered, popping open the bag of chips. Rick had taken off his gask mask, so she got to see his face again. His old gas mask had only covered his mouth and nose. That kid could never keep his hair under control, even now, she thought. There was a desire to reach over and fix up that mop of disaster with her mini brush that was in her pocket, but she resisted the urge. "I still remember that time that we first met, and you nearly hit me!" she chuckled at the thought.
Courtney was walking down the halls, carrying the new cover for the fashion magazine she worked for, Lucky Coast. She was very proud and kept peeking down at the piece of glossy paper, for she was the one who had designed the gorgeous outfit the pretty blonde on the cover. The theme for that line up was spring, so it was a long green shirt, that came down farther on the left than the right, with a sky blue belt and a daisy imprinted shiny buckle. The skirt was a light purple, kind of Easter purple. The skirt itself looked like it had folds in it, and was medium in length. And to top off this awesome outfit, there were matching green high heeled sandals, with cork heels. The green was the exact shade of the shirt. The buckles on the sandals were also daisies and then the blonde had a pink flower clip in her hair. This was the best Courtney had ever done. "But enough lollygagging, I have to send this to the boss!" and with that she continued her elegant stride until a rather peculiar noise coming from right above her made her pause. "What the-" but she didn't get to finish as the whole roof came crashing down right in front of her, followed by a strange, messy haired boy. |
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| tagger | Aug 9 2010, 04:22 AM Post #6 |
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The Demon Chair
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At the floor above, Rick was in an office. He was finishing up an interview for a project. The fourteen year old Demon Chair had his report now. After shaking the man's hand, he left the office. So far, this day was turning out alright. Maybe he could go through without incident. After packing up his bookbag, the boy walked towards the stairs. But even without taking the elevator, he would still crash to the ground. Because you see, a part of the floor at his level was getting weak. And with his cursed luck, the moment he stepped on it, it was done. The floor collapsed right below the Demon Chair. "Oh shit, no no no no!", begged Rick as he fell through. But then, he hit the ground, right in front of another girl. As Rick got to his knees, his eyes narrowed in anger. "God-fucking-dammit!", he shouted in anger. He had just fallen through the floor, something new for him. He had put his hand over his body, making sure he didn't break anything. Luckily, it was just one floor, so it didn't break much. But it still hurt like hell, falling on the debris. Of course, the girl would notice he was wearing the blue gas mask only covering his nose and mouth. On his torso was a gray t-shirt with yellow sleeves. On his legs were a pair of blue jeans. And on his feet were a pair of leather high topped sneakers. After rising to his feet, he started to dust himself off. |
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| godscousininlaw | Aug 9 2010, 10:36 PM Post #7 |
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"God-fucking-dammit!" Courtney just stared at this foul mouthed boy who had just randomly fell from the ceiling, making a mess of debris everywhere. She eventually bent down and held her hand out to him. As she bent however, her foot slipped on a slick piece of ceiling remains and she fell, arms flailing, right on top of the boy. She pushed her torso up with her hands and found that she had embarrassingly landed her breast on his face. "Oops", she giggled, face turning a dark shade of pink. Sitting up, she reached her hand again and said with a smile "Hello I'm Courtney." |
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| tagger | Aug 9 2010, 11:58 PM Post #8 |
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The Demon Chair
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Rick had attempted to get up from the ground. However, he had failed, falling back over. He had rolled over onto his back. Now Rick was in pain, and couldn't get up from the debris. This sucked for the young Demon Chair. Luckily, the girl had extended her hand out to help him up. However, she ended up slipping on a piece of debris. And she landed right on top of him. One of her breasts was right in his face. Normally, a pervert would embrace a moment like this. However, Rick was not a pervert, but his mask prevented him from being smothered. Oh shit. . ., he thought to himself. But then, the girl simply sat up. She once again extended her hand out to Rick. She had introduced herself as Courtney. As Rick took her hand, he managed to sit up. "I'm Rick. . .", he said to Courtney. Rick took a deep breath, a puff of blue mist pouring from the mask. "Thanks for helping my ass. . .", he said to the girl. |
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| godscousininlaw | Aug 10 2010, 02:42 AM Post #9 |
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"No problem!" Courtney was just grateful that he didn't seem the type who liked it when they get boob hugged, or squished, accidentally. That would've been ever more embarrassing. She looked down at herself and noticed she had gotten lots of dirt and horrible wood shavings and god knows what else all over her. Damn, i can't go to the presentation like this! she thought hastily. She bolted up, and searched around for the magazine cover. It just so happened to be plastered on Rick's chest. And so she peeled it off and tried to somewhat smooth the wrinkles out of the precious article. "Hey uh, would you mind getting someone to take care of this for me?" she asked, pointing to the hole in the ceiling. "I kinda, have to be somewhere and now have to change." |
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| tagger | Aug 11 2010, 04:09 AM Post #10 |
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After managing to sit up, Courtney peeled off a magazine from his torso. Apparently she was going to present the thing. She had asked him to get someone to take care of the ceiling. "Uh, alright. . .", he said to her. He was just relieved that she wasn't going to kill him for what happened. After getting up, Rick started to shake of the chips of plaster and wood. He was about to tell the receptionist about the collapse. However, she had already gotten on it. After taking a moment to collect himself fully, he began to exit the building. He had gotten his report materials, and he didn't need his bad luck to expose more flaws in the building. However, they would have a hell of a time investigating how a scrawny kid like Rick was able to crash through the weakened floor like that. Oh well, he wasn't going to do anything about it anyway, his bad luck was bad luck. |
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