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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 1:41 pm
It wasn't every day that you ran across a reaper draped over the concrete path, right in the middle of aforementioned path, and sound asleep. At least, it wasn't every day for people that didn't know Roch. There could be several reasons for the slumbering reaper. He could have gotten into a fight and been knocked out (but he looked rather bruise free for that situation.) He could have been so busy studying all night that he'd lost it on the way to classes and collapsed along the way (but seriously would a guy with a purple mohawk and that many piercings study that hard? ... Could he even READ?) Or he could have been hit by a magic spell, knocking him out, (although, really, what a waste of magic!) But really, he'd been partying out on the town all night and gotten all the way to ALMOST inside the reaper dorms before collapsing. Which in itself was a reason to point and laugh and accuse him of getting old, honestly, because usually he could go for days without sleep. It might have been the many hours he spent trying to learn how to pole dance from his granddad's ghoulfriend that wore him out. It probably was. But all of that didn't really matter at this moment. There was a reaper sound asleep in the middle of the path leading out of the reaper dorms. That was what mattered. (That and the fact that his rper restrained herself from calling this "Lacey Panties. That probably mattered, too.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:25 am
Lacie walked along the path, coming to an abrupt stop.
"...."
"...."
"...!" She finally realized that there was a reaper sleeping on the ground..! OH NO. WHAT SHOULD SHE DO?
She looked left and right quite worriedly and fretting at the same time. Then, she ran into the dorms. It looked like she had left the purple mohawked reaper to his own devices. But she came out just as quickly, carrying a large armful of cloth that looked to be a.. blanket? Settling the large blanket over his slumbering form, Lacie was quite worried that he would be cold. Sitting down a few feet away, the ice reaper thought she should wait politely for the male reaper to wake up, lest he be alarmed in waking up all by himself. And to prevent people from actually steppin gon him. That would certainly hurt.
Wait, why was he there? Did people like sleeping on the ground? Lacie was still so confused about how other people worked, ?___?. Perhaps she wasn't smart enough to reach all of the conclusions aforementioned post.
Scratch that. She really wasn't smart enough.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:25 am
Silver eyes opened, looking at her curiously with a hint of confusion--not because he was confused in the morning, but because he had no jackin' CLUE who she was. He couldn't even really remember--waaait... vaguely... possibly... Nope, he was pulling a blank. "Mornin," he said instead. "Did I forget to go inside again?" The blanket smelled like ghoul. She looked like a ghoul... a reaper? Huh...
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 4:49 pm
She jumped a little at the unexpected voice behind her. She had expected him to awake, but not so soon. Clasping both of her hands nervously, she tried to answer the male reaper. "I think so.."
"Good morning!"
"U-um, are you feeling all right?" She kneeled down next to the unconventional reaper with a worried look. She couldn't fathom why somebody would be sleeping outside rather than inside. Unless it was something that she didn't know. "Is it comfortable sleeping outside?" She looked genuinely sincere in asking this strange question.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 4:56 pm
"It's alright," Roch said, contemplating it seriously. "Can get a bit cold sometimes, though." He barely covered a yawn with his hand. "I'm Roch," he said, sitting up and yawning again. "Grim Reaper, hob," he added. "Who're you?" The blanket slid down around his hips and he pulled it off, offering it back to her. "Thanks for this, by the way."
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 3:47 am
"You're very welcome." Lacie folded the blanket neatly before putting it off to the side. "My name is Lacie!"
When they spoke of their species, Lacie was vaguely surprised to see somebody of similar race. She had yet to meet another reaper, aside from Vaith so it was a welcome meeting. "Um.. I guess I'm supposed to be a reaper as well." Lacie didn't look entirely sure as she said this, one hand fiddling nervously with a pigtail. Sometimes, she didn't see the difference between herself and humans. But as the hunters had already shown them, they had vastly different interpretations. A briefly sad look overcame Lacie's expression.
But it disappeared quickly; Lacie stood up. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Breakfast is very delicious here!" She loved their muffins. And their pancakes! Pancakes with strawberries.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 7:04 am
"Supposed to be?" Roch repeated blankly. "How the jack are you 'supposed to be' a reaper?" He shook his head and shoved himself to his feet. "Breakfast sounds good," he declared. "Then... a nap," he decided. "We got classes?" he asked her curiously. Then again, he didn't remember seeing her in classes, either. Maybe she was new? Or maybe she was a hunter in disguise? He moved closer, leaned down next to her, and sniffed. Well... she didn't smell like dirt. That's what the horsemen had told them, right? The fact that he had just sniffed her like a minipet didn't seem to bother him one bit.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:43 pm
Lacie chuckled at his plans. "I thought that you might have slept enough already." But a nap didn't sound so bad.
At the mention of classes, Lacie strived to remember. "Umm.. not today, I think." Putting a finger thoughtfully to the side of her face in a gesture of contemplation, Lacie shook her head. As far as Lacie recalled, no, there weren't any classes. The again, she might not be here.
She blinked several times when he sniffed her. His treatment of her didn't seem to bother Lacie -- the young reaper knowing no better. If anything, she didn't take offense to much, if anything at all. "Do I smell bad?" Lacie didn't think so since she took daily baths. She lifted up her arms to sniff at her clothes, but could only smell the scent of laundry soap.
Oh well.
"Roch is your name? Are you a first year? Or second year?" Many of the people that she had met were already second years, making the reaper feel quite young and immature next to them. But in light of recent events, the years didn't seem to matter as much.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:24 pm
"Nope, you smell fine," he said, grinning slightly before yawning hugely and stretching his arms over his head. His tongue had a silver stud through it. A simple round ball towards the end. Then he closed his mouth again. "I'm a hob," he said easily. Then he looked at her for a thoughtful moment. "And you are PERFECT disguise for that seriously ghouly restaurant with the cinnamon rolls as big as my head!" he said. "C'mon, I'll treat you to breakfast! Even if you've already ate, forget about it. These cinnamon rolls are just that jackin' good."
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 8:01 pm
Lacie might have asked why Roch seemed to have something strange in his mouth. Or why he would need a disguise. But any questions she would have asked automatically flew out the window as soon as he mentioned the prospect of cinnamon rolls. Roch might as well admitted that he was Santa Claus, as Lacie's face looked like this:
°Д°.. and then ≧▽≦ ~!
"Cinnamon rolls?" She repeated. She didn't know what they were but they sounded delicious. She assumed that if they were anything like their name, she wouldn't be at all disappointed."Let's go, let's go!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 8:48 pm
"It's this way," he said, pausing as he reached the front gate of the school. He started down the path, thinking, for the first time, that when he got his bike he really needed to get a second helmet--in case he was going to take someone with him. As it was, it was still getting painted, he thought with an inward sigh. "See, this place is super, super ghouly. It's the kinda place a straight guy would never go into without a date draggin' him along," he explained as they started the walk to town. "At least, not unless they're like my old man and gramps... somehow they get away with it," he said with a frown.
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