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smash_logs2012-07-13 03:08 pm
fullunlifeconsequences) wrote in smash_logs2012-07-13 03:08 pm
All we wanna do is eat your brains.
Who: Dead people and other interested parties.
What: The best club in the world
When: The night of Friday the 13th
Where: Random club room
Warning: Ghosts are assholes and zombies are zombies.
How convenient that so shortly after Blacky's announcement about an upcoming club for the undead, a certain date would be coming up. Friday the Thirteenth may have been a little cliche and even cheesy to set the first meeting on, but Blacky didn't really care. She was going to make it as over-the-top as possible: at night, on a superstitious date, with no light but a few eerily flickering candles along the walls. Too bad the Haunted Dorm wasn't free.
She didn't even care if any of the other prospective members appreciated her mood-setting. But if anyone alive bothered to come knocking, maybe the atmosphere would get to them and make them easier targets.
Candles aside, the room was bare except for a small circle of fold-up chairs in the centre. Should she have brought refreshments? Was her mind still stuck in the thought patterns of the living? Whatever. She planned to have some suggestions going by the end of the night.
She took a seat while waiting for everyone else to arrive; she decided her usual ladylike way of crossing her ankles was much less comfortable for her than resting one foot on the opposite knee, resting her arm on the back of the chair. Maybe getting to do something like this was giving her confidence she didn't know she needed. She had been feeling pretty damn good since the night of the fireworks. Hopefully everyone else was, too.
What: The best club in the world
When: The night of Friday the 13th
Where: Random club room
Warning: Ghosts are assholes and zombies are zombies.
How convenient that so shortly after Blacky's announcement about an upcoming club for the undead, a certain date would be coming up. Friday the Thirteenth may have been a little cliche and even cheesy to set the first meeting on, but Blacky didn't really care. She was going to make it as over-the-top as possible: at night, on a superstitious date, with no light but a few eerily flickering candles along the walls. Too bad the Haunted Dorm wasn't free.
She didn't even care if any of the other prospective members appreciated her mood-setting. But if anyone alive bothered to come knocking, maybe the atmosphere would get to them and make them easier targets.
Candles aside, the room was bare except for a small circle of fold-up chairs in the centre. Should she have brought refreshments? Was her mind still stuck in the thought patterns of the living? Whatever. She planned to have some suggestions going by the end of the night.
She took a seat while waiting for everyone else to arrive; she decided her usual ladylike way of crossing her ankles was much less comfortable for her than resting one foot on the opposite knee, resting her arm on the back of the chair. Maybe getting to do something like this was giving her confidence she didn't know she needed. She had been feeling pretty damn good since the night of the fireworks. Hopefully everyone else was, too.
GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE/EAVESDROP/WHATEVER
INTRODUCTIONS.
"I'm Blacky, and as I am a teacher here I should hope you already know me."
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"My name is Marie, I'm a student here and I function as the school's maid in my spare time."
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"Are they paying you, at least?"
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"I'm certain our poor janitor would love the help, as well." Such a partnership had to have some kind of pranking opportunities. Blacky just had to think of them.
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At the mention of the janitor, however, Marie perks up. She liked Raiden, he was funny and he didn't seem like a bad guy.
"Yes, that's right. He did seem rather enthused by my help...though it did take him a while to believe I wanted to help him..."
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...Now that she said it out loud, she felt kind of bad. Especially considering how rude she'd been to him earlier in the day. Maybe she'd do something to make up for it later. But not discuss that in front of the club members because that was too soft-hearted for this. Time to put on her tough face.
"If he gives you any trouble, let me know. I'll be sure to put him back in his place."
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Marie offers a smile.
"Regardless, I will keep your offer in mind. Now...if you don't mind me asking, what's on the agenda?"
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That grin on her face made it look like she was completely serious.
"But we should think of decent group activities we'll all enjoy."
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"Trouble? You mean something along the lines of pranks...right?"
She could be down with that, as long as no one got hurt.
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Blacky, was this just an excuse to be a glutton. Oh, of course it was.
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Careful Blacky, it might go straight to your thighs."Well...if the target is deserving of it, then I have no qualms. Any ideas in mind?"
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It'll go straight to her thighs... and then she'll explode."Oh, everyone's deserving of a little retribution now and then."
There was something downright malicious about the way she steepled her fingers.
"I suppose some easy targets may be our younger students. But I suppose I'd feel bad being too harsh on them." Barely. "The RAs, perhaps."
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She paused to think. Something didn't seem right about this.
"...one of the RA's was making quite the nuisance of himself. I believe his name is...Green."
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Blacky figured she was kind of lucky that he was generally nicer to her.
"What did he do this time?"
They haven't met, but it's safe to say Green's voice is well known.
He's accompanied by his own gameboy theme music
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LIKE SHE CARED!
Well, right now she did, she was oddly enough in high spirits, but that was probably because Miss Blacky was here and she had begun getting a bond with her, at least in the sense that she didn't hate her guts like she did with most others.
"I'm a student or whatever, something like that. Oh, right, uh, I'm also a Drifblim for those who were curious if I was a Pokemon or not."
Ok, that's enough, stop talking and being nervous bitch!
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"My persona, Hades, is the Lord of the underworld and the undead. As he is me and I am him I believe this is more than enough for my stay here."
NASTY PLOTS
Blacky steepled her fingers in front of her chin, glancing at each of the people seated before her. This was a little irresponsible to suggest, but it's not like she was going to get fired.
"I know many of you are fond of skipping out on classes or anything else you might find boring. There's no required attendance here, but list some things we could do that you would tag along for." She spread her hands with a grin. "School rules need not apply here. It would be rather boring if we all congregated without any mischief.
"But since I aaam a teacher, I suppose I'll have to pretend to follow the rules and suggest something simple like hosting a story-telling bonfire sometime this fall."
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stealingcollecting things... Maybe some sort of graveyard scavenger hunt or whatever? Fuck, it could even be turned into a hunt for the living if those saps are dumb enough to come along!" You couldn't get more cliche than scaring the living in a graveyard could you?Eh, why did she speak up again? This wasn't her thing... Now she felt dumb, go you!
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