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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.
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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