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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:00 pm
Aksaja winced at Riley's response, the mental 'shout' echoing in his head. Not to mention Junko suddenly coming in and freaking out about Jericho not having a shirt on. For that matter, why did HE have a shirt on? This was the sauna, after all. And with that, he grabbed a towel of his own and turned around quickly to strip out of his clothes. There was quite a bit of steam, after all so it shouldn't matter that much, right?
Though he couldn't figure out why Riley would freak out. I mean, she'd never seemed to care about that kind of thing before. And even Junko had seen him in nothing but shorts before, back at the swimming lessons. Erm, and almost less than that actually, until Yaya yelled at him and he went and changed. "Yea, calm down . . . this's kind of the normal state of dress for a sauna," he pointed out with a raised brow as he turned back around, moving to take a seat beside Jericho.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:02 pm
Jericho rubbed his forehead some. He could tell something was wrong but for some reason Riley was fighting against him. It confused him and in a way it also kind of hurt.
Hearing another voice, he glanced up to see Junko coming on in... who had promptly began to freak out upon seeing him. The dragon let out a huff, frustrated with people spazzing out over his towelness. At least Riley had explained it, but why the jack had she freaked out earlier herself? It confused the hell out of him and that was starting to piss him off again.
So much for the sauna help him blow off some steam.
Getting up, he shot a sort of glare towards Riley, then went on to make his exit. Fine. He'll just go sit in his lava pool in his room if people, and especially herself, were going to be acting like this.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:02 pm
Casual as always Sammy changed following Riley and Junko into the Suana, of course the moment she entered poor Junko was freaking out at the site of Jericho in half a towel though she missed the exact reason. None the less she marched up behind the boil offering him a light slap to the back of the head. "Shame on you dragon. Scaring poor Junko."
Taking a seat with Riley and Junko she raised an eyebrow at Junko's suggestion Riley was breaking the rules. "Could be worse. We've come close to making a mess of everything so far today. Least no one lost an eye?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:08 pm
Of course you can. I am keeping mine on, am I not? The boys simply had more clothes on, it would be uncomfortable in here if they didn't-
Jericho was leaving. Riley felt nauseous. It would have been easier if she couldn't feel his hurt, and anger, welling up inside him. Whatever her problem was, it was upsetting him even more. All insecurities and fear aside, that was unacceptable.
WAIT. She didn't mean to call out to him so loudly, but at least she'd made the thought private, so that only he had heard it. I mean. Wait. Just. She rubbed her temples in frustration. Don't leave. I'm sorry I'm acting like an idiot.
And as soon as she'd said the word sorry, she was back to evading the situation like the plague. She shrugged at Junko lightly. I knew people were coming. I wasn't going to be alone.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:16 pm
The light slap he took to the back of the head nearly had him blowing up on Sammy one way or another seeing how he was already in a poor mood. Thankfully for the zombie, Riley's loud WAIT cut him off. It was also enough to make him stop in his tracks before he could actually leave the room.
Turning around to look at her critically, he lingered there, trying to see if he could somehow figure out what was going on through her mind. He wasn't the telepath, however.
<> he thought directly to her before quietly moving back to his seat by Aksaja.
It was probably best for the others if they didn't try to poke him all too much.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:19 pm
Okay, now he was really confused. Riley freaking out, Jericho pissed off, for apparently no reason . . . just what the Jack was going on? Looking from one to the other, his gaze also slid over Junko and the newcomer, who he hadn't really talked to before . . . until finally coming to rest on the red dragon again.
Ermn. "So ah, good shooting out there," he commented to Jericho, making some attempt to break the almost visible tension in the room. Jack.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:29 pm
As soon as Riley's voice sounded in his mind, West slowed to a stop, trying to get his uneven breathing under control. Stupid Fitness Club and its stupid... fitness. He had known prior to coming here that he was better at exerting himself in short bursts, but having it thrown in his face like this was just cruel. No, he was not pouting.
His lip curled in a sneer at Demi's words and he tugged at his helmet, pushing past the other boil with a faint growl. West didn't actually have any hard feelings, but he did have an overwhelming urge to hit something. He was a little bit surprised to find he didn't want to hit the kid.
Once he was back inside, West tossed his armor, helmet and gun in the vicinity of the closet and stormed back to the demon dorms, leaving a trail of multicolored footprints in his wake.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:39 pm
Suddenly it was a party in the sauna. Yeah party in the sauna. Junko waved to Sammy as she arrived, nearly looking toward Jericho when she heard him leaving. Wait! Don'tlookathim. She instead sat down on a bench and sighed, rubbing the top of her head with a slight frown. Her head hurt, she'd never had something so...forcibly shoved into Her mouth before. Not with the strength Angry!Riley had. "I guess.." Darn. More examples of Riley always being right. Except that time she wasn't! But then she was right again after.
She pouted at Sammy. "Did you see what that jerk did to Nuk? If he didn't lose an eye he might have lost something else." Junko rubbed at her temple for a moment longer before letting her hand drop onto her lap, nodding to Aksaja. "Way better than me! I shot myself in the face!" The only reason it came out as proudly as it did was to save face, honestly. If she didn't sound embarrassed by it, it wasn't as humiliating, right?
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:32 pm
Demi watched as West just walked past him without a second glance at him, or his hand of peace. Guess there were still some hard feelings to be had. The hound made sure to find his cup in all his unpacked stuff and leave it in his duffle bag for next time. "oookkkkk."
With an extended silence, he tugged of his battle scarred armor and helmet and dropped it in the closet and got changed for the breif moment in the sauna where most of the others ran off to. With a gentle knock he walked into the steam filled room with his arm clutching his towel covered waist. "Hello all, s'there room for one more?" he asked shyly, glad that visibility was shot to hell from the buildup of steam.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:03 pm
Mot felt good with his hit. He was even praised. Sort of.
The excitement was over now. Riley made her announcement (from the ground) and it was time to put away his stuff. He dropped off the gun where it needed to be, stripping out of the helmet and armor, discarding those as well. There was talk of going to the sauna. He'd heard about it before, but this reminded him there was one. It certainly sounded relaxing. Would it be awkward to join in with people he didn't know?
Wow. His confidence without his hat was horrid.
First things first! Mot made his way to his duffel bag, stripping out of his hoodie right there and digging for his hat. Once found, he placed it on his head, and suddenly... the world was right again.
The sauna sounded great now! Mot stretched happily, folding his hands behind his head, making his way to the sauna wearing just hit hat and sweatpants, having discarded his shoes by his bag.
"There better be room for more." Mot added having followed behind Demi.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:09 pm
Siddie was just glad that her underwear was more modest than most today - locker room, after all. So she was less shy about undressing to lace-trimmed shorts and a camisole, though the delay meant that she missed the minor commotion inside the sauna, coming in on a lingering aura of awkwardness that she thought little of, considering the various states of clothing and unclothing inside.
"I didn't hit anything," she offered ruefully, sitting down on what had become the ghouls' side. "I guess some practice is in order."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:18 pm
Altair was reluctant to lower his gun when Riley called for the ceasefire, disappointed that his final shot hadn't connected. He grumbled, following the others inside, tossing his gun and paint-splattered armor aside, tugging off his helmet and ducking behind the lockers for a moment to make sure that his butt was ok. He hissed a little at the big welt that was forming, kicking off his sneakers. Shehk..!!
The incubus emerged, glancing around coolly and not sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed that the pair didn't seem about to stick around. Gritting his teeth nonetheless, for he hadn't had a satisfying end, nut shot or not, the demon went to follow the others into the sauna.
Altair heard them talking as he approached, twitching his ears, smirking and heading inside anyway, still wearing paint-splattered clothes. He quirked an eyebrow at the occupants as he sauntered in barefoot. For some reason, he felt that his balls were in serious danger of being removed if he stuck around for too long, but he never could resist pushing his limits.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:23 pm
Christof positively beamed as Riley praised his good work, and hadn't even seemed to notice his own broken nose until she pointed it out. Gingerly he poked it as more and more people piled their equipment on his cart... or dropped it in the grass, or tossed it in the closet... everywhere but where they were supposed to, it would seem. Er, yes, Mistress I'll- the thought cut off as he noticed she had already wobbled away. Sighing, he gave Shehk a meek smile as she also patted his helmet, waiting until most everyone had passed by before wobbling across the field to pick up any other equipment people had left strewn about.
There was no sign of Calder as he pushed the cart back inside, collecting the things people had left about there as well until the closet was perfectly organized, just as he had left it. Then he remembered his own armor and quickly disrobed down to his paint-splattered Tshirt and cut-off shorts. Mind slowly whirling, he tried to remember if there was anything he had forgotten and- N.A.P. club! That was right! He needed to ask Mistress about that-
His nose was still stinging, but Malodore was MIA as well- he'd just have to run back to his dorm before the next club to pop on a replacement.
Lurching forward, he scoured the lockerrooms, the main hall, and outside once more but no sign of his Mistress- finally, though, he spotted a bunch of students milling about the Sauna. Dislike of extreme heat aside, he meekly crept forward, reaching out with his mind as much as a non-telepath was able, Mistress? AH! She was there! Looking exhausted, the poor thing...
Creeping as quietly as he could, and ignoring a certain winged boil in the small steamy room, the hunchback slipped inside to scoot towards the "girl's side", and sit on the floor by Riley's feet. Er, I hope I'm not interrupting, he managed to pull his thoughts together as he reached to gingerly undo her shoes and pull them off before she could complain, taking the now bare foot to gingerly massage it. You did very well today, Mistress, this was certainly a very good meeting I think everyone learned something about these guns and the upcoming game will be very fun next time I will be sure to make sure Mr. Calder doesn't distract you, that mishap was not your fault.
I had er... a quick question though... if you um... didn't mind?
He was a good Igor, he thought. Mistress deserved some pampering. Even if the heat and steam was making his head groggy.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:27 pm
The gun's muzzle pointed down and his finger off the trigger, Petro acknowledged Lizzy's request for a time out. "Those colors look good on y'," he chuckled teasingly, his eyes crinkles as he smiled. He wasn't going to push her limits, though he too was winded. Not exactly tired but he obviously had worked up a sweat.
Then came Riley's mental command to stop. Resting the rifle along the length of his shoulder, he approached Lizzy with a hand outstretched to her. "Winner carries the loser's gun back to Christof," he declared, still grinning widely and showing teeth.
He heard talk of a sauna but figured he didn't really need it. And unlike the other students, he wasn't that close or familiar with the mind flayer to distinguish if she was alright or not. Especially when you considered his only extended interaction with her was during the bout of fog-induced insanity. The reminder of the island made him shudder slightly.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:27 pm
Riley didn't reply to Jericho, but she knew he was right. She fell quiet, a phantom presence among the chattering ghouls around her. Everyone seemed in good spirits, and her job was done for the day - she fell back to the quiet, unobtrusive presence she was known for when she wasn't in charge.
When Christof sat at her feet, she eyed him warily. She wouldn't have taken the undead patchwork for a sauna kind of guy.
Yes, Christof?
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