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| Medivh | Jun 10 2008, 04:31 PM Post #1 |
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Half-Boiled Detective
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The Festival had been a hastily organized affair, but certainly not done shabbily. Of course one of the reasons was that the campus hadn't had many celebrations as of late, and a section of students wanted to get the campus' mind off of the depressing events of the world, if only for one day. The other reason, of course, was due to the rather depressing events of the world at current. After all, if Domino and AHS were to be cut off from the outside world, not even recognized as a school anymore, the entire area would need to sustain itself as it's own economy. For the most part, this was easy enough, as there were enough powerful metas that could make the raw materials that the campus and town really needed to survive. Finished materials might be a bit of a problem, but that was something that was going to be tackled later on, should the worst situation happen. First, one had to have proof of concept. A preliminary test. and this festival was it. For everything at this festival had been made either on the campus or in Domino Town. Nothing had been brought in from anywhere else. Though the quality on some things wasn't the highest, everything still looked, sounded, and tasted good. People were enjoying themselves. Truly it was proof of concept. Among those who were having fun in the Courtyard, there was only one being out of place, sort of. It was really kind of difficult to be truly out of place on the AHS campus. It WAS AHS, after all. The creature seemed nothing more than a silver fox, settled on his haunches on an empty bench, oddly close to a fair-sized mug of beer. The little creature looked around, watching people laugh, run around, and have fun. Some of them, fresh out of class, still wore school uniforms. Others wore normal clothing, while still others had donned traditional Japanese robes for the occasion, enjoying the excuse to dress up. Stopping only to lap up some of the contents of the mug next to him, the Fox merely looked around, watching, his sleek fur bristling slightly in the breeze, his tail swaying from one side to another, signifying lazy contentment, a sentiment that seemed common all around it. Proving once again that, even the most dark and chaotic of ages can harbor golden moments of bliss... |
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| Abadon XXX | Jun 11 2008, 08:38 PM Post #2 |
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"This looks very fun, thanks mom!" "It's not a problem Adara." Sakura smiled sweetly as she looked at her daughter. She wanted her to have fun that wasn't just in the forest. The blonde kitsune started to show her around the festival while she helped with her daughter's hair. She wanted it to look a little less wild from the moon while keeping a chopsticks tucked behind each ear. After adjusting her daughter's hair, she stuck the chopsticks in to make her hair keep in its position as she looked at her with a smile. "There we go," she said with a cheerful expression. Adara looked up at her happily and then looked at her kimono. "Don't worry, the kimono will be fine my dear," she said with a calm voice. Adara nodded her head as she smiled. She had told her daughter that the kimono is adjustable in case the festival goes to sunset. Watching her child examining the area with delight, she immediately went rigid and her tail and ears stood on end. Sakura watched her and ran to her. "What happened?" Adara looked dead pale as she turned to her mom. "I smell another kitsune...." Sakura looked around and used her enhanced sight. She saw a fox in the distance as she gave her daughter a reassuring look. "Don't worry my child, the kitsune won't hurt you." |
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| Ryu | Jun 12 2008, 03:28 AM Post #3 |
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It had been an uneventful few months for Jin, a stark contrast to his first few weeks where he watched a fight between a sentai hero and a monster, almost joined a religious Meta-Human organization, and snuck into Tokyo's hottest nightspot in the form of a really hot woman. Things had gotten particularly less hectic for him as time went on and soon the only thing he had to look forward to were classes. Yeah, that kinda sucked. As it was, Jin was heading back to his dorm after his last class of day, shuffling through the Courtyard on his way there. It took Jin a few moments to notice all of the students laughing and celebrating, not to mention the stands and lights and other festival-y stuff. By then he was already in the midst of the festival. Jin paused and looked around the area, the same lazy, amused look on his face as always, asking a question to no one in particular. Jin:"Was all this stuff always here?" |
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| Deleted User | Jun 12 2008, 10:01 AM Post #4 |
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It probably never occurred to him that this awkward school ever had peaceful moments such as this; so far, he'd been caught up in a cafeteria brawl, gotten nearly maimed by some guy named Ryu in said cafeteria skirmish, beaten half to death by an enormous ape with a genius I.Q., and all but forgotten by his friends. No, Derek hadn't counted on finding a moment's reprieve from the violence, hatred, or otherwise indifference directed at his presence at a school of over ump-teen hundred bolder, stronger meta-humans. Again, the boy wished he had a flashier ability, something powerful and awe-inspiring. And as original as it was, the brownie points awarded for unintentional friction control didn't amount to a hill of beans when faced with some of the possible opponents AHS had to offer. If only he knew of a practical use for being able to make people slip or trip; if only there were a way to hone his meta-human blunder of a power to make it useful for a change. Oh, well. None of this mattered now and Derek was feeling the festive spirit, despite his woes. He wasn't Japanese, although he could seriously get into the feel of these kinds of events without trying. He could see, taste, and feel the culture as almost instinctively, and he remembered similar times back home in Georgia when anime conventions rolled around. True, they were pathetic facsimiles when compared to the real deal, but Derek really couldn't down either. But that brought about another pang of doubt, one he easily voiced with a bit of tactless abandon. "And yet again, I'm like – what – the only black guy in Japan?" he muttered to himself. "This is seriously jacked-up. Maybe I should do whatever Michael Jackson did...minus the little boys." he mused, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walked along. He didn't quite fight in as a stereotypical 'black guy' either, so he found his ceaseless bitching moot as well. Even in his element, he was a fish clean out of water. Walking around in colorful festivals in ripped jeans, fishnet shirts, and various spiked or studded jewelry on beneath a rugged leather coat didn't necessarily draw the wanted kind of attention. The black lipstick and obsidian-painted nails didn't give him a good image either, but Derek was learning that never really came with his sort of fashion aesthetic. He'd have to live with what came to those who were dark and hardened on the outside and particularly colorful within—like a gothic skittle. Roaming aimlessly until he spotted a familiar face, Derek paused at the sight of Adara standing there in an absolutely gorgeous kimono. Hadn't he gone on a date with her or something? He couldn't exactly remember, although none of that really made a difference to him now. He'd only gone on the stupid thing because of a lost bet to his buddy Griffin. And no matter how disastrous a date could be, Derek never harbored ill-will over such things. At least, by now, he hoped the girl knew the difference between skis and snowboards. He might as well show a few of the social graces he'd picked up thus far. He made his way over, giving the kitsune the usual 'head-up' nod of acknowledgment he reserved for virtually everyone he knew. "Hey...Adara, right? You look nice." he said softly, although it felt as soullessly a remark as any other of Derek's compliments. As sincere as he was, Derek wasn't very convincing because he was so pessimistic half the time. Whenever he wasn't, people doubted how serious his remarks actually were if they weren't negative sounding somehow. But at least he was trying. He glanced around, trying his hardest not to focus on anything in particular, lest his eyes became stuck and unable to pull away. "I didn't know the school had functions like this. S'pretty sweet." he said, just making idle conversation to kill time. |
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| Mr. Trout | Jun 12 2008, 07:27 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin boogy
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"My comrades." Up atop the very roof of AHS, at its highest peak stood a man, the man of all seasons, the man of every evening and all insanity. The one, the only, Mr. Eethanial Hellsing. He was posing one arm up in the air, the other holding a mask up to his face. The mask was that of a blue oni, one he had found special for this occasion. And when we said 'found special' we mean 'stole it from a vendor when they werent looking'. Oh dont feel bad, that vendor was a pretty horrible person. Oh but he had to action pose, with manly burning spirit all about him. "Dear comrades it is finally our time. The final age where we become the dominant party-ers on this planet. No longer will we be second to the ancient times of the legendary studio fifty-four. For our own grand debauchery will change the world!" The British man was already slightly drunk. Not that, you know it mattered with him. Even perfectly sober he would action pose. He discarded the mask, tossing it above the crowd and jumped from the roof. Sliding onto a number of smaller, lesser roofs that grooved him downwards in a slide. "Come forth my brothers and sisters! BEGIN THE PARTY THAT WILL BECOME LEGEND!" He did a flip off the final roof, skimming through the air and landing quite frankly, next to his comrade in arms, who he had often referred to as 'Spot'. "Alcohol my comrade! I require more of it!" Was the only thing Eeth could say to his strange inhuman friend. This of course led to the single most massive set of face palming in the known world. As the drunkard's niece and often serving sidekick watched as her uncle made a complete fool of himself. Which was sadly something to be expected. The unenthusiastic goth girl known as Jade Togami watched in abject horror as this nonsense continued on. She reached deep into her pocket and removed a crooked cigarette, sliding it into her mouth and lighting up. At a huge festival full of entertainment, she had chosen to stand in a dark corner and smoke. Not very social at all were you Jade? On a lighter note there was also another lad. Much more serious then his drunken uncle. Sean Togami, brother of Jade and a great many others in the Togami clan. He searched carefully through the booths, enthralled by the sale of some form of rice ball. He stared at it carefully, confused if it was food or some type of toy. Eventually he chose to relinquish some money and find out. It tasted okay, but was one horrible bitch to get into his mouth. "Cursed food! Enter my mouth and be consumed!" ...sadly he was the normal one. |
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| Abadon XXX | Jun 13 2008, 01:12 AM Post #6 |
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"Hm? Oh!" Adara's ears and tail immediately went from rigid to relaxed. She recognized the young man before. Cheerfully, her tail started to swish around happily when she saw him. "Hi! It's nice to see you again!" Adara turned to look at Derek. Her eyes were bright as she looked at him and giggled. "Thank you," she said with a smile on her face. She then turned to look at her mother as she smiled. "Mom, this is Derek. He and I were a part of the blind date when we went out skiing. He was very nice," she said with a happy tone of voice. Sakura however, kept her eyes straight on him as she spoke to her mother. Call it a mother's instinct as it were. Even if he wasn't a kitsune, she was still concerned for her safety of her daughter. "Nice to meet you Derek," she said while moving closer to him. Then she added with a whisper. "I'm assuming you didn't do or show her anything interesting," she said with a soft tone. Her fingers twitched as sparks of fire escaped from her fingertips. "Um, did you drink a lot today uncle?" Sorns was at the festival mainly because he wanted to be able to interact with the students, but he had watched his uncle Sean trying to eat a rice ball and bought one for himself. "I would think that you need to pull it apart like so unless you have a big mouth." Pulling apart the rice ball, he took a bite out of it and nodded his head. "Hm, it seems like I got some kind of chocolate one. It's not that bad really." He then looked around with his blood red eyes. He had a feeling his mother was here and knew that she would find out he wasn't wearing the momo that she had given him. However, he watched his great uncle drunk while blinking. "I really hope he doesn't get arrested again for drunk and disorderly conduct. I think I remember my grandfather actually having to bail him out a couple times you know," he said to Sean. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 13 2008, 10:59 PM Post #7 |
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Lupis, as was usual at these kinds of things, was hanging back in one of the less-crowded areas, leaning back against one of the buildings that surrounded the courtyard. He munched on one of the large rice-balls that was apparently giving Sean Togami trouble, listening to the sounds of the crowd and smelling the bubbling cauldron of mundane and chi-scents that drifted his way. He wasn't anti-social per-se, really, he just hated trying to mingle with crowds, even the less-than-dense ones like the festival attendees. He always felt like he was too boxed in to think, and he started to get just a little claustrophobic. So why was he here? Simply put, he didn't have anything better to do. The summer air felt too humid to work out much, even in the air-conditioning of the gym, he'd read all the books in his personal library, and if he stayed in his dorm, he would've ended up doing nothing but worrying about what was happening back home. And that was just about as un-fun as it got, no matter how you looked at it. Especially considering what was also going on here in Japan. Besides. The festival had food. Food that wasn't found in his cupboard and refrigerator, with instructions like "add water and wait three minutes." Of course, since he HAD shown up here, it was likely that the place would end up getting attacked by mutant gorillas with freakin' laser beams attached to their heads or something, but for the moment, that was comfortably in the future. He sighed a little, taking another bite of rice-ball and waiting to see if anything was going to blow up. Whee. ***** "I got some extra stuff." The small, happy voice was accompanied by a jug of some unidentified type of sake being offered to Eeth. Following the jug down to the hand offering it, and even further down a slender arm lead to a sight that had sent a good number of people fleeing in terror; Matilda "Mattie" Longshire, without a solid and preferably bulletproof surface in the way. Mattie was not an AHS student, and probably should not have been at the festival. She didn't care. There were people here having fun, and AHS' history suggested that there was at least a 50% chance of some kind of supervillain attacking. With that combination of circumstances, you couldn't keep Mattie away if you tried. And there were a lot of people who could tell you that trying would be a really, really good idea. She was wearing her usual attire for almost any situation; ie, a roomy pair of shorts and a T-shirt bearing the Nike logo. Where she had managed to get the sake at her age, at a school function, was something likely best left a mystery, but her expression was one of enjoyment, mild inebriation, and vested interest in what the crazy drunken man was going to do next. |
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| katzkat1083 | Jun 16 2008, 05:59 PM Post #8 |
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After the recent events in her life, Patricia really seemed like she needed to find herself something to get her mind off things. She had had already with psychos and accidents for the time being. She had been loitering about her room, literally, throwing cards in a hat when a couple of girls unknowingly brought along the news to her ears. Rumor was it that there was a festival going around in the middle of the campus, in the courtyard. With little else in mind, why wouldn't she check it out? It took her nothing but a couple of minutes to gather herself up and change into her 'official' papermaster wear. Usually this task would consume quite some time, due to her interest in keeping her hair in some sort of style. Her hair had been ready even before she had since she had taken this day off just to give it proper mantainance. Patricia arrived at the courtyard looking like a secretary, to say the least. She was wearing a long brownish skirt and a long sleeved button up white blouse. Finishing it all with a matching pullover. All of her golden locks swayed freely behind her with each of her steps if not for two treads that finished in paper ribbons. It was an odd wardrove for a festival, yes. But still that's mostly what she would wear. And even if it didn't fit the ocassion, just like her clothing, she also cradled along her wheeled aluminun case. It was weird tho, she hadn't thought about bringing it to the party... why would she? Maybe she was just used to it? Looking about the growing crowd, she found some really interesting people. Some of them had animal features, just like that bunny girl she had met in a dream, just that these were like foxes. Some others would be already drinking or at least seemed drunk... That was definetely the area to stay away from during this evening. Still she found noone familiar to hang around with and therefore decided to play it low until someone she knew appeared... so she decided to take a seat in one of the now few empty tables. Someone offered her a drink, maybe a waiter, who knew with so many people around. As she took a sip, she thought about if she really head someone to call around to meet in this place. Many of the people she had met during her first days had gone missing. The school was big enough for they not to meet by chance... so they would probably be ok even if she didn't got to see them. Patricia: "Maybe I should have called her... But I still owe her big..." Absentmindedly she had said that but, luckily enough, it came out low enough for many not to even hear thanks to the ongrowing general noise. |
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| Lord Massacre | Jun 16 2008, 08:28 PM Post #9 |
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Everyone's Favorite Badass...
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(This impromptu party had given rise to all manner of silliness, from all sorts people, both from the inside and outside of AHS. That is, not everyone here was a student. The appearance of kitsune was, of course, inevitable, though he suspected that if Rish were even planning to come around, she would've done so already. As it stood, the only outright kitsune he openly recognized was Sakura, and that was just because they were old friends from a time before she was even a fox at all. Nevermind that now... He had to concentrate, because everything depended on this one moment. Jake focused more carefully than he ever had before, because he knew that if he slipped up here, it would be the doom of all humanity.) Jake: This is, by far, the strongest opponent I've ever faced at this sort of challenge. If I fail, the entire human race will be put to shame. (Such serious overtones... Who would guess that it was over something so blatantly frivolous? What had happened...was this. After he had been told of this sudden gathering, it had reached the ears of another, a person whose ears could never miss a beat. Across the table, Jake faced his greatest challenger...in the Winner-Take-All Monumental Drinking Contest. He had been challenged and now faced the cat-eared warrior's wrath, the fortitude of the one and only...Marina Bluemoon. And...to be honest, he had no idea how this one was gonna turn out. They had only just begun...several mugs altogether. His were beer. And Marina's? Well, in the interests of fairness, having HER drink beer was a waste of time, almost. Hers was milk.) Jake: Had enough? (He snerked at this suddenly, since he could recall hearing that line uttered at the worst of times.) |
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| katzkat1083 | Jun 16 2008, 10:37 PM Post #10 |
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It explains a lot, no?
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Many people gathered around the odd couple, for their drinking abilities was pretty unique. For those not familiar with the unearthy tail-less breed of nekojins it was quite a show too. Her blue orbs were fixed on those of her adversary, inside you could see the image of that flame that burns within all those that were baptised under her family's name. Had enough? The proud moonian warrior had to smirk at Jake's remark. It was her trademark fanged smirk, something he sure knew about. This was not their first Interworld Drinking Competition, as she would call it, and would surely not be the last one, either. Nonetheless it was one of the really few things this couple did besides training and therefore was fun... in their own and very unique way. She tossed her bluish bangs over a side, with a simple movement of her head. She wore her regular combat attire, comprised of body-tight synthetic cloth for the most part and a large single shoulder pad with her family's insignia carved. Marina: "Me? Hah! I'm just warming up..." The contest was simple enough. Five mugs made a round. The one to drink thru more rounds would be deemed winner. The prize was surely worth it. What was the prize, you ask? Hmmm... In other times it would be a simple thing for one to simple tell it. But right now... Can't tell... The board is PG13 now, after all. The cat woman sure knew her drinking. She had gone thru the first round without any noticiable problems... just as expected. Marina: "Ready for next round? Or is earth lacking good drinkers?" Making use of her complete arsenal, the moonian warrior had intently let a little milk drip from her lips, down her cheek. Accompanied by her trademark teasing smile, it would prove Jake's concentration on the match. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 17 2008, 11:26 AM Post #11 |
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"My comrades," was what caught Alleta's ears as she passed by a slivered fox lapping at a mug of an alcoholic beverage. She hadn't had time to change from between class and heading back to the dorms. Alleta had past many people on the way passing whispers of the festival and even telling her that there was a festival that she should go to. She made an appearance wearing an unmodified school uniform staring blankly at a man at the top of one of the roofs. Her expression was that of a dumbstruck child. What in the world was that man doing? Alleta had not come accustomed to Japanese culture because she'd come from a different country. The man posed with a mask, causing Alleta to throw a hand to her face and slide it downwards in disgust. Was everyone at this school a little tipsy? I thought we weren't supposed to be drinking if we're under aged. It surprises me how lenient these staffers are. "Dear comrades it is finally our time. The final age where we become the dominant party-ers on this planet. No longer will we be second to the ancient times of the legendary studio fifty-four. For our own grand debauchery will change the world!" Alleta looked back up to find a mask falling down towards the massive crowd before her, after her, and beside her. Some lucky candidate would receive it when it finally met them. Alleta was glad it hadn't been her. She wasn't near enough to catch glimpse of that lucky candidate. However, she had no idea what the man had been yelling to the crowd about. It didn't seem like it was going to be a party that would change the world. Alleta again in disgust shook her head at the crazed boy. What came next was quite an amazing feat for a drunkard. Alleta was ashamed to say that she was impressed by his movements down each of the rooftops and then disappeared into the crowd ahead. Again, the words of a legendary party did not ring a bell with her. The only way Alleta could think this party was legendary was if the Nation of True Humanity came in for a visit. Now that would cause the party to become more of a riot and stand out in the history books. In any case, that was probably not the guests anyone at AHS or any other partiers would have wanted there. Alleta had come to sudden realization of the guys' voice as she was going to proceed through the crowd. The accent was very familiar and she thought hard to figure it out. She came to the conclusion of a British accent. It wasn't hard to figure out because of where she had been located before she made an appearance in Japan. She herself had a European accent. Alleta was, for a fact, Italian. Alleta now found herself sitting next to the vixen lapping at the mug. At first, it was hesitating to walk up towards the seat on the bench beside it. Alleta squished her six-foot, tall figure as far as she could into the arm rest she sat by to keep some distance from her and the animal. She clutched onto her backpack which contained her school books and a skateboard clipped onto its front. It was her source of transportation now, since there hadn't been any snow in the summer time. After mustering up her courage and smoldering the clenching feeling on her stomach, Alleta managed to let out a long sigh with her eyes shut. She had been thinking a lot of what had happened not too long ago. A boy, that she had never gotten the name of, had attacked her and another gal. At first, she didn't know the girls name, but ended up getting it at the hospital where they both managed to get themselves drug to. Luckily for them, they were still alive and fit. Or fit enough to be able to roam around and enjoy the things around you. Alleta looked down to her abdomen area. She was still stitched with stitching from the incident at the gym. If only it had never happened then she wouldn't be so miserable at the moment. Alleta sat back putting a hand ever so gently on the spot. It was still sore and her school uniform had been irritating it all day. Even though, Alleta was one for just being a normal kid living a dream that she wanted, she had manage to wish that she had some sort of healing power to make the pain go away. Alleta just sat back, caressed her injury, and tried to contemplate what she'd do at the festival. She hoped there were some games she could win a prize from. The festival was definitely one good thing to keep her mind off one other thing that bothered her. It was something that started to linger deeper into the depths of her mind. A loud, precarious sound came from her stomach. It was after school and Alleta had not eaten anything since lunch time. Her fair-skinned cheeks dabbled with a hint of red. Her eyes shifted to look at the vixen at her side feeling embarrassed. Uh, what a time to feel awkward… and there is a fox next to me! Sipping some alky? 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| Lord Massacre | Jun 17 2008, 04:12 PM Post #12 |
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Everyone's Favorite Badass...
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"Me? Hah! I'm just warming up..." (Well, she said that, but he had to wonder. Five mugs per round and they had now covered a round. Jake imagined that her reactions would start to be like his reactions. He was on cloud-freakin-nine right now. The funny little lights were singing ticklish songs in his face and he was just loving it. That was why his previous statement had carried such a funny little grin. He was not too adversely hit by the power of the beer. It was just that he was coping with it in a silly manner. You see, Jake survived on a sort of natural high as is. He was a funny guy who used his irresponsible nature to hide his real nature. However, jolt that with a good dose of alcohol and you have one happy random camper. He was starting to hum "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts" when Marina started talking again. He almost didn't hear, and turned his head suddenly back to her.) Jake: Huh? What? Oh, you were saying something about good drinkers. Right, well I'll show you who's lord of the dance! I mean, drink! Yeah, that's it... (Jake hadn't been really caught off guard by Marina...because he was being distracted by everything else. He called for more, using a sort of commanding voice that even The Master would envy. Did he actually use hypnotism? Nah, not a chance. The look in his eye just got the guy handing out the beer to do his bidding because it was an EVIL EYE, the kind of eye that threatens you badly with hijinx and whatnot. So, in no time at all...the second round was delivered unto the table.) Jake: Brilliant! They look so beautiful together! (He was referring to all the mugs of beer and milk. Jake proceeded to down-the-hatch with much fervor. Apparently, he was now looped into the hyperactive stage of his drunkery. How long would it be before that dissolved into the standard drunken Irishman kick-your-ass-for-fun stage?) |
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| Mr. Trout | Jun 17 2008, 06:53 PM Post #13 |
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Henshin boogy
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Ah, be saddened great Mattie. For the boy you spoke to did not need the great confections of alcohol to see a young a bristling body without their clothes on. He but simply needed to twiddle a tiny object that now hung to the cuff his his jacket. Yes that magical totem changed how his eyes saw the world, and allowed him to view the young girl who offered him booze, sans everything else on her. Eeth's lips curled into a smile as he extended his hand, not to shake her hand but gesturing at the seat across from where he rested now. His companion and partner in crime Jiraiya was near by, in that animal form to which Eeth called Spot, so it was doubtful he would mind a drinking companion of the female persuasion. "Ah fantastic! Your own form of alcohol. Sit my friend, join me in a drink! Several drinks even!" He leaned across, his eye winking and his smile shifting to something more sly. "And perhaps your number for afterwards." Who couldnt have believed he was hitting on an underage girl with the might of booze! He was Eeth Hellsing, no young lady could scare him. No, he was ready and willing to perform any insane task for even the chance at being a dirty old bastard. Even if he wasnt that old. But around here apparently a graduate got to call himself an old man. Anyways he gestured wonderfully and dared say. "Though my comrade if we must drink, we should at least know each other's names. I'm Eeth." Next problem was for Sean. Who was dealing with his nephew. If you could call them that. They were about the same age now...the problem came of course, from Sean's older sister getting married rather young. She had done the whole drop out of school to have the kid and come back thing. Then a little while later both Sorns and Sean himself had gotten older. That was enough of the history lesson. Sean simply tore apart the large rice ball and started chomping down on it. Enjoying the much smaller delicious food. "Last week wasnt that long ago. Anyways, havent seen much of you lately. Masashi sensei keeps me training alot more then dad ever did." Ah but this still left the gothic girl Togami, that hateful chainsmoker Jade left alone. She was wandering around now, looking into booths and other gatherings. Seriously wonder what was going on. That was however, before she got an idea. She certainly wasnt going to have fun here tonight, and like hell she gave a crap what any of these kids had to say or think. So why not have a bit of fun and fuck with them? Yes, she was going to do the entire highschool bully thing this evening. Either that or get a few beers and be too drunk to walk. Speaking of beers, from somewhere hidden she had stolen one and was sipping it now as she walked, alcohol in one hand, cigarette in the other. She was a horrible, horrible person to emulate. Especially when she started plotting what horrible things she could do. |
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| katzkat1083 | Jun 17 2008, 11:05 PM Post #14 |
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The waiter had hastily brought along the ten mugs for the next round, mixed up between two different platters. Half of them were bubbling with that blonde bitter nectar, while the rest was filled with the pure white beverage. Marina's face showed her contentment with the waiter's service, oblivious Jake had an eye on him to get things in motion. "Brilliant! They look so beautiful together!" The new remark stole a cackle from the ussually serious warrior. It was good seeing her luvvy so... happy and so... double? Hmmm... that was strange. Jake had not such power... had he? Marina: "Indeed. Indeed." Jake roughly grabbed the mugs from where the waiter had left them and placed them in a line in front of each of their owners. Marina followed the movements with her head and noticed for some reason she felt like the world was moving in slow motion. Shaking her head a little, she made a fist and hit slightly the table. The glasses jumped and some of their precious liquids mingled on the table. Marina: "What would mama queen say of her little pup, right now?" The image of her mom's firey eyes filled her mind and, for some reason, it seemed more funny than threating at the moment. ========== Patricia, whilst playing with her hair and slowly finishing her juice, had managed to pass little more than fifteen minutes while seating on that chair on one of the corners of the gathering. Bored as hell, since noone had appeared, the blonde decided on taking a walk among the different kiosks that offered all sort of things to eat and several entertainment options. After her little tour, she turned back to face the mass of people enjoying their evening. Some were gathered around this especific table cheering about something like a driking contest. Others were openly driking. That was odd, since students weren't supposed to do that sort of thing... vissibly at least. As she skimmed thru the crowd, her blue orbs caught a semi-familiar silohuette sitting in a table, alone. She had missed seeing the little creature by the brown haired lass' side, its body being completely by the back of the chair it rested on. The girl that had caught her attention was Alleta, and she had just been thinking about her condition after the that dreadful day at the gym and their inmediate but short internship in the local hospital. Most of what had happened to them was mostly Patricia's fault, in case you didn't know. It was a good opportunity to make things up, right? And what better way to mend things than treating the girl something. Well, treat in the idea of giving her the stuff... since everything for students was free. After ordering two... things... from the kiosk she had been standing by, Patty headed towards the table where her acquitance was sitting. It was traditional japanese food, supposedly, but it looked more like some sort of crepes to her. Patricia: "Hey. Alleta, was it, right? I'm..." She had intended to give her name once more, just in case, but she was cut dead on her tracks as she got a good view of the small critter by the girl's side. Patricia: "Interrupting something... apparently." Just then she finally got a clear view of the girl's face. Her cheeks were red, but not from embarrasmet. As she noticed were Alleta was pressing with her arm, the blonde girl's grip almost let go of her treat. Alleta was in pain, and she was mocking at her. Since she was the reason for such pain, Patricia felt it would had been better if the earth just swallowed her. You could see it in her face. |
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| Abadon XXX | Jun 18 2008, 12:18 AM Post #15 |
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"I've been busy with getting situated in the school." Well, that was something around the lines of the truth for Sorns. In reality he had been also working on something for a bit. He had been studying his body for a while now and he had questions. Though it wasn't because Lily was completely human, he just couldn't put his finger on it. In either case, he had been working dilligently. Looking around, he moved closer to Sean and whispered. "Hey...you didn't happen to see my mom did you? The hairs on my neck are standing on end and I have a feeling she is going to pounce anytime now." He knew that she really fawned over him, and he wanted to be careful from a surprise glomp attack by his mother. Speaking of families Sakura then walked over to Adara and began to scoot her over to where Jiraya and Eeth were. "Why are you doing this mom?" Sakura looked at her daughter with a smile as she walked behind her. "I want to show you that not all older kitsune want to hurt you. Remember your aunt Rish? She has two tails more than I do." She nodded her head as she sat down while her mother took a seat beside her. She remembered Eeth from her experiences he had with Lance. "Hello there, this is my daughter Adara. And do not touch her Eeth," she said while immediately giving him a sharp look. Adara looked around concerned while her foxtail began to swish around cautiously. |
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| Saki | Jun 20 2008, 12:46 PM Post #16 |
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Why had she even bothered to show up if all she was going to do was sit against the wall and read? Not to mention she had to work the late shift that night too. Sakura knew she should be resting up for later but it had been a while since she had attended one of the school's functions. She decided to at the very least make a small appearance to see if there was anyone she knew there. So, dressed in her work clothes (black, slightly above the knee skirt with a white blouse and black vest) she made her way into the festivities. Smiling at the people she passed she weaved her way through the crowds before reaching a small table against the far wall of the courtyard. Setting her bag down she let her eyes roam around the area falling on the several groups of laughing student along with the several alcohol stations set up. Instantly her heart beat increased and she had to sit down. So what if there was... well, A LOT of alcohol around; at least it was a lot to a recovering alcoholic. Just because it was there didn't mean she had to drink it; but if someone offered it to her would she be able to say no? Sighing softly she blocked out what little fragments of the memories she contained from her drinking days. Letting her eyes scan the room once more she realized the only person she did sort of know was more than likely drunk and looking a little more friendly then she wanted to think about. Shaking her head slightly she plopped down into a chair before pulling a book and a small pair of reading glasses from her bag. Slipping on her glasses she leaned back in her chair and tried not to think of having a drink. |
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| Lord Massacre | Jun 23 2008, 10:15 PM Post #17 |
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"What would mama queen say of her little pup, right now?" (Jake could only think of one thing.) Jake: Cheers! (At this sudden outburst, he slammed a drink down that likewise sloshed around a bit, the half-demon now cackling something fierce at his simple well-timed joke. To be perfectly honest, he had no idea what Marina's mother would think. For all he knew, she was a veteran drinker herself. Of course, this might not have been the case, which meant he was guilty of putting her daughter under the influence. Oh well... Jake took in more of his drinks, and then said...) Jake: Ve shall drink our vine underneath the villow trees, and then they shall be shot! (Okay.... Totally random statement there. Ixyzion decided to speak up, then.) Uhhh, Jake? Are you feeling alright? Jake: What's that, Ixy-me-boy? Oh, not this again... Jake: You want to know if I feel okay? Well, if you don't mind me asking... Jake: I'll show you how I feel. No, that's really not necessa- Hey, let go! Jake: I HAVE THE POOOOWWWEEEEEERRRRRR!!!! (And the sword made the actual He-Man lightning bolts come out of it as Jake stood up...right up until he fell over, laughing himself silly. He then got up, plunked himself back in the seat, unable to cure his rampant giggles.) Jake: It NEVER occurred to me to try that before...until now. Edited by Lord Massacre, Jun 23 2008, 10:16 PM.
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| Deleted User | Jun 25 2008, 10:01 AM Post #18 |
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Alleta looked upon a familiar face. The voice of Patricia sounded happy until she had caught view of the vixen at her side. Alleta looked remembering that there was that critter beside her at the bench with the mug. Alleta started to wish now that she had something herself to drink. It would be a way to ease the pain of her injury and the worries of a fox sitting next to her. Alleta smiled letting go of her side. She had noticed that Patricia seemed shocked and had a feeling it had to do with the pain she was wincing from. Alleta did not like the expression Patricia was giving off. Of course a part of what happened was her fault, but she couldn't control what the boy did. She had no idea the boy would attack, let alone with dangerous daggers and out to kill. Patricia could not control everything that happened and Alleta came to accept that over her years of living. Things happened, make the best of them, and don't dwell on it so much. Alleta stood up relieved that she wasn't sitting next to the strange yet interesting drinking fox. Alleta looked down to her paper master friend to see her blonde locks looked a lot more beautiful than it did the day they were both in the hospital. A breeze came and lifted Alleta's long brown hair. She pushed the ones that were in her face aside and spoke, "What do you have there?" Alleta gestured to the treat Patricia seemed to have almost dropped and forgot about. It did look delicious and Alleta could feel her stomach grow hungry looking at it. Alleta showed her pearly whites to show that she was not at all troubled by the previous incidents. She wanted to show that she was glad to see her and she would be a new friend that Alleta would be able to hang out with. A possibility of best friends was at hand. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 28 2008, 02:13 AM Post #19 |
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Now'is's more like it! Just when she thought she was going to die of boredom (Just how long was she going to need to read the television shows in order to keep up with what was being said? Jesus H. Christ doing the Hokey Pokey!), Nola had overheard the beginnings of a ruckus outside. After managing to somehow make a wrong turn and end up on the opposite end of the dorms, the bundle of Irish trouble had managed to find her way down to the festivities. Unnaturally-red hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, the punk's just pulled on a worn-in pair of jeans that nearly engulfed Converse-clad feet in denim and a Ramones t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, the usual plethora of chains dangling around her from her belt-loops. Jelly bracelets of varying colors covered her arms from wrist to an inch shy of her elbow, her watch lost somewhere amongst the rainbow of plastic. A bottle of Guinness in her hand - her first for the night, sneakily snatched from a cooler while its owner did a passable job of chatting up a young lady with brilliant white hair - Nola takes a swig of the dark amber ambrosia as she ambles along. Her eyes drift from cluster to cluster as the people that already knew one another did their socializing and catching up and what-have-you. So far, there wasn't any rowdy fighting that was being passed off as friendly wrestling or anything on fire... maybe the Japanese were slow starters? That was always a possibility, one that she decides to keep in mind as she works her way deeper into the semi-crowded courtyard. Booths, lights... ah yes! There was something that looked like her kind of fun; a tangle of people around a table, laughing and joking as they slammed back drinks in an attempt to out-drink one another. She's about to head towards that group of merrymakers that were clearly in the middle of a drinking contest when someone far larger than her shoves past her instead of just asking her to get out of his way. The laws of physics being as they are, there's no chance of her not being pushed into someone; it's Jin's lucky day (or is it unlucky?) since it's him that the redhead runs into. The resulting collision is enough to jar her, the Irish lass barely able to keep on her feet and fails completely at not dropping her bottle of booze. Staring down at the ground with a irritated expression, only the fact that she wasn't feeling the little she had drank so far kept her from going into a tirade of colorful language; one word does get out, though. "...well fuck me." No, that's not an offer! Jin would have a lot of sucking up to do if that's what he wanted from the Irish lass... he'd just committed the most grievous of sins, after all. And what was that, you ask? Alcohol abuse. |
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| katzkat1083 | Jun 28 2008, 11:51 AM Post #20 |
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Cheers! The woman had to cackle loudly at that. Marina: "That'd be f*cking awesome, Jake! Mama Queen joining celebrations with her children... and her scorts meowing happily behind her... All nine sisters singing along... well... Papa King sharing a drink with his troopers... that's common..." She could actually see that scene in her mind's eye. Ah, the good days. Well, not that the queen or her scort did something like that ever... but the festivities in her palace were sure good enough to even bring a smile into Mama Queen's face. Those das with her family were long gone with the portal shut... and suddenly she felt lonely. Just then Jake began his fireworks display and pulled Marina from that ever dangerous gloomy state in which milk pushed her always. She had done some quite crazy things during her milk surges... and none of them made her proud. Jake fell backwards and quickly resumed his place in the table. Marina welcomed hims back with that same large smile still curled on her lips. People surrounding the couple cheered and drank in Jake's name for their thundering personality. Or something like that. It all was fuzzy in her ears now... everything was buzzy. What was she thinking about? Something about family... family... She had family here... in some way. That gave her an idea. Marina: "Hey, lovey-dovey... why nut call our girls! to join us!! I hasn't had the chance to tell them how I feeeeel about them... aintthatright? Let's make this the Mulcahy family meetings!!! I know those girls have mah blood rushing thru them! let them share a momment with Mama Marina! Call 'em! Call 'em!!" As she mentoned them to call the girls, she motioned him with one hand and the other mimicked a phone with her fingers. Marina: "My dears... Mama Princess wanna meet her childs..." Oh boy... this was surely going to get better if they girls happened to arrive. ======= Patricia took in the view of the brown haired girl. Despite the pain she surely felt, she didn't seem to have any harsh feelings towards her. She had said so in the hospital as well. Patricia was not the type to let things go... Most of it was her fault, true, but most of it was out of her control as well. She just couldn't be satisfied with such a reason. Just as she began worrying again, she got a flash from those pearly teeth... just like that once back at the hospital. It somehow eased her. "What do you have there?" Oh! Right! She had bought something for them to share... hadn't she? She had dazed off in her worryness, and had completely about it. As she looked at her hands, she noticed the things being held by the napkin. Her powers had hardened the napkins holding their treat. Yomiko had mentioned something about it... about powers being used absentmindly... but right now was not the moment to focus on that. Patricia: "To be honest... I've got no clue as to what it really is or even its name for that matter. But it smells good, right? I bought one for you... I haven't tried food from this country since I got here... but right now seemed like a good oportunity." Offering one of the... things... to Alleta, Patty took the following seat, opposite to the little fox. The critter brought her curious bone to tick her side, so she leaned a little forward to get a good view of it. It didn't look like it belonged to Alleta or anyone... at all. It seemed concious enough of itself and its surroundings. And even had a beer mug in front of it. Hmmm... Maybe it was a shapeshifter? She had heard there were people with such powers here at Ahs. A friend of Alleta? Maybe she should have brought something for it too... Not capable of holding it anymore, she just blurty asked it. Even if the thing replied, she was already prepared for it. She had seen talking birds on her first days here at AHS, after all. Patricia: "Didn't you have a cat...? Is he a friend of yours?" She said and signaled the critter by the girls pained side. |
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| Ryu | Jun 28 2008, 12:50 PM Post #21 |
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While everyone was busy having fun and interacting with friends and loved ones and whatnot, Jin had decided to hang back and sorta chill out. He'd been spending so much time alone in his room, only leaving to go to class, that he was starting to miss human contact. Or would it be Meta-Human contact? Whatever. Nonetheless, he was enjoying seeing everyone else having fun. Although, there was something Jin wish he had. Jin:"Damn. I wish I had a churro." Jin began to think and wonder if they maybe had them here. I mean sure, it was Japan and churros weren't common, but it was also AHS which was probably weird enough to have them. So he started pushing through the crowd towards the food when suddenly he found himself running into a cute red-head girl who seemed rather grumpy. Scratching the back of his head, Jin had no idea why she seemed so irritated until he noticed the smashed bottle of booze on the ground. Wait, booze? The hell was she doing with booze? Jin decided he didn't really want to know. Jin:"Uhh, looks like you dropped your, umm...booze." |
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| Lord Massacre | Jun 28 2008, 06:42 PM Post #22 |
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(This is a fact. Jake is the unstoppable master of the spontaneous joke. Maybe it won't be his intention, per se, but he has a tendency to create hilarious situations with just a few well-placed words. It is also known that he has had almost-lethal humor in the past, nearly making his human family choke to death, laughing at something he said at dinner. In this case, the effect was drunken-Marina laughing up a storm. Mind you, Jake was enjoying himself too, or else he probably wouldn't have done it all. Once he was back to his magical amber-liquid mug, he heard Marina talking...) "Hey, lovey-dovey... why nut call our girls! to join us!! I hasn't had the chance to tell them how I feeeeel about them... aintthatright? Let's make this the Mulcahy family meetings!!! I know those girls have mah blood rushing thru them! let them share a momment with Mama Marina! Call 'em! Call 'em!!" Jake: Eh wot? A'right, I'll do that. Hang on an a minute. Gotta find me phone. (He picks up his mug- No, that's not it. Then, he picks up Ixyzion...) No, try again, Jake. (Finally, he picks up his cellphone and speed-dials the first useful number that pops up. This connects to a machine several miles away which is shaped sort of like a robot Scottish Terrier...because it is. It is Jake's recreation of the Doctor Who character - currently with Som - called K-9. The smallish robot picks up.) K-9: This is K-9 speaking. Who is calling please? (Mostly, Marina will hear Jake's side of the conversation.) Jake: K-9! Oh, I was hopin' it was you ah called. K-9: Master? Jake: Yeah, it's me a'right. Where's Som an' Elisa? K-9: Mistress Som is currently in-training. The other is in the dormitory, according to my scans. Jake: Get 'em 'ere to tha Courtyard, a'right? K-9: Affirmative, Master. (He snapped off his phone and put it away.) Jake: Elisa doesn't have a phone. (He shrugs at this and gets back to drinking.) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (A little while later, there was a guy with tussled brown hair holding a tray of food to vend some stuff. He had an english accent and wore a collared shirt along with dark jeans. His name: Ritz Munroe. His occupation: Well, when he's not apparently selling churros, he's a Jabberwock.) Ritz: Churros... Get yer churros! Come an' get 'em while they're churros! Get yer- BLIMEY!! (This was suddenly interrupted as a jumper from a previously-unseen leaping-spot landed on his shoulder and forced him to the ground as the jumper leapt off again. This was followed by another person walking by in sandals that Ritz did not immediately see, as he was gripping his shoulder in pain.) Ritz: Right on the nerve that was... (What happened was this... There were two new additions to the party fracas. First, the jumper. She was an apparent catgirl person, but with no tail, wearing black jeans, a tight-fitting navy-blue shirt, and a pair of moccasins. She had black hair that went down to the neck - with a few stray bangs sometimes in her face - and violet eyes. She had a face that looked to enjoy mischief like that. The other one was of similar build and species, and even similar appearance, but her hair was a little shorter, her temper milder, and even her skin a bit lighter. Furthermore, she wasn't trying to hurt anyone for fun. In comparison to the first, this one didn't seem as physically adaptive, though she was still deceptively capable. She was wearing a white T-shirt with blue loose-fitting jeans that were held in place with a leather belt. The first was Elisa, and the second one was Som. Really, they were like the same person. The real difference was chromosomes and mentality, mostly.) Som: Elisa, cut it out! (She stopped her before she hurt someone else. The other girl glared at her.) Elisa: He said to come and have some fun, right? Well, I am. Som: Not that way. Look, just follow me. (Sighing, she headed after Som as she made sort of a beeline for the table of the great drinking contest. Som moved out of people's way with ease and got through the crowd without trouble. Elisa didn't care, and generally bumped anyone who was IN the way...out. Generally, she could bump a brick wall out of the way like that too. So, as the two came upon the drinking table, Elisa got a small smile.) Som: We're here. Elisa: Who's winning? (Good question...) |
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| Deleted User | Jun 28 2008, 10:37 PM Post #23 |
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What was she doing with booze? Drinking it! Or, rather, she had been until someone had decided to indulge in a mini-session of human pinball. It wasn't like she couldn't have it, be it legally (18 is the legal drinking age in Ireland, after all) or in accordance with school rules. She couldn't very well work on her powers without access to them; at the moment, the only way to do so was being finished up by the soil beneath her feet. And here she was supposed to wait until she was at least tipsy before offerin' some of her drink to the dearly departed! It wouldn't be such a big deal if she could only remember where that lad with the cooler was amongst the crowd. "Uhh, looks like you dropped your, umm...booze." This one has a gift for the obvious, doesn't he? For a fleeting moment, she has a mental image of the silver-haired boy (who, by the way, was taller than her while being three years her junior - bah!) running around in tights as Captain Obvious; it doesn't stick around long enough to make her laugh, but it does take the edge off of her temper. Jin was spared from her wrath - for now, anyway. The murmured words of before may have left Nola's nationality up in the air, but when she lifts her gaze from the shattered remains of that broken bottle to give Jin the sort of look that she usually reserved for those that refused to turn their music down when she was hungover, well... there's no doubt where she hails from when she opens her mouth. "Well no shite I dropped m'Guinness! Fucker tha'ran inta' me's lucky I didn'ge'a good look a'is face, else I'd..!" She'd do what, exactly? She hadn't drank enough to be able to do more than maybe untie the guy's shoelaces. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 29 2008, 08:55 AM Post #24 |
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"To be honest... I've got no clue as to what it really is or even its name for that matter. But it smells good, right? I bought one for you... I haven't tried food from this country since I got here... but right now seemed like a good opportunity," Patricia replied. Alleta looked to the Japanese food that Patricia held out before her. She took it thankfully and sat back down noticing that Patricia sat down across from the fox. Alleta eyed the vixen once again wondering what it might do. Alleta looked back to Patricia seeing she was eyeing the fox. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing Alleta was about it. Patricia questioned not too long after, "Didn't you have a cat...? Is he a friend of yours?" Alleta looked puzzled from Patricia to the vixen. She thought Alleta was friends with that? Alleta had to admit, that was sort of funny. She really hadn’t fully known Alleta yet, but that was what learning and friendship was about. Alleta probably would not be caught dead with a drinking fox ever. It was strange for the first thing and secondly people usually didn’t have foxes for pets. They were supposed to live in the wild part of the circle of life ordeal. Alleta sighed as she pointed with her treat at the fox. She replied back cautiously, “Yes I do have a cat, but Fen is at the dorm again. I haven’t gotten to go back since I just got out of class. I heard a racket and decided to come on over and found this festival sorts of thing going on,” she paused looking back to the fox and returning the treat closer to her, “As for the fox, it is not my friend. I needed to rest so I sat down here and just noticed it lapping at the mug. I don’t even know if it talks.” Alleta started to scoot again. She began to feel strange thinking that maybe it talked. Alleta hoped she was not offending the creature and hoped that it didn’t want to pounce on either of them to try and bite them. Alleta took the treat slowly to her mouth keeping an eye on the vixen. Before she took a bite she spoke, “Oh, don’t you worry. I haven’t really eaten too much from the Japanese culture as well. I’ve been here for little bit, but haven’t come to try the food. It just seems way too different than Italian food.” Alleta stopped to take a bit of the treat. Her mouth watered to help the breakdown of the food. The taste emitted to her tongue and she thought out loud, “Well, it really isn’t my thing, but it doesn’t taste too bad.” She continued to chew and proceed with swallowing the treat. |
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| Ryu | Jun 30 2008, 04:26 PM Post #25 |
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Ok, Jin could tell Nola was pissed just from the look on her face and the tone of her voice, but the thing is...Jin had no idea what the hell she just said. Now, Jin was fluent in Japanese of course, being born and raised in the country, however he was also quite fluent in speaking English. It made playing pirated US imported games easier. Anyways, despite Jin's mad bilingual skillz (yes, with a z), he could not decipher most of Nola's speech. It -sorta- sounded like English, but not like anything he'd ever heard before. With a good-natured grin on his face, Jin scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out his next move. He couldn't just stare at the girl until she walked away. Well...actually he could, since she was rather easy on the eyes, but it'd probably be kinda creepy if he did. So, he went with his second option; get in good with her and maybe get an invitation into her pants. It hadn't happened with any of the others girls he was sorta friendly, but the law of averages dictated that it would happen -eventually-. Gotta stay optimistic, y'know? Oh yeah, the language thing. Jin had no idea what Nola was talking about, but thinking quickly, he just sorta decided to take a shot in the dark. Jin:"Well, I'll tell you what, how about we go and get you some more booze and you tell me about yourself, eh?" |
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| katzkat1083 | Jun 30 2008, 10:58 PM Post #26 |
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Marina cackled all the way till Jake finallyfound the little metallic artifact. She missed much of the phonecall, thanks to the chanting of the surrounding people that cheered for their contest. One thing she did hear. Karine... no... not that... Canine... familiar, but no still no... K-9? That was the thing.. The techno-woofy! The only thing in this world that addressed her as Mistress, since the rest was behind the closed interplane gate. Funny thing that a dog referred to a cat, per se, as a superior... not that it wasn't true though. Stretching an arm in order to take Jake's phone from his hand and talk to the ever polite construct, she landed face first on the table. Marina: "Oi... I miss techno-woofy... I wanna talk to it too..." Her voice was somewhat muffled and a little distorted thanks to the fluids dispersed on the surface. As she regained her seat, she stared at Jake as he finished the chat with the mechanical pet. A mixture of beer and milk soaked her blue locks, covering her sea blue eyes... just in time to hear the issue of her request. Get 'em 'ere to tha Courtyard, a'right? And with that her lover stored the cell somewhere in his blurry frame and said something she couldn't pick up at all. Well, she could count of woofy for sure! That thing had managed to comunicate with 'em girls in really... really... really... what was it again? Oh! The girls. Right! They were comming soon, so she better got ready for them. Shaking her head, and painfully increasing her nausea, Marina fixed herself for the meeting. Managing to control her rebel locks with the milk-beer remains on her hair, she pulled slightly looser her body-tight training outfit. The cheers around them rose. The next minutes went on with some soft humming along with the rest of her fellow drinkers as she waited to see if Jake could catch up. She was ahead of him with one mug... but now those glasses seemed larger for some reason. As she scooted the edge of the sixth glass (she had ten milk glasses in front of her now, even if each round was only 5 mugs worth) wondering if she should drink it until the fruits of her lovey dovey and her arrived, her cat ears picked up two distinctive voices. "We're here." "Who's winning?" With the swiftness of a cheeta, and the grace of an elephant, Marina fell between both girls and now was clinging from them. Her arms tightly around each of their necks and shoulders pulling them closer to her larger frame, a large smile on her red lips. On both of her hands she held two of the remaining mugs... which were actually the last ones of her round. She shook her head slightly. Marina: "Plis... JUst call me Mom, 'k? Mama Marina... if you want... Heard me gurls? *burp* You two and I hasn't had a chans to really know each other... SO plis join lovey dovey and me, ne? Daddy Jake, for you girls, heard that?" There was a breve silent second there, where she looked right into Jake and hoped he got the idea. Not that she had any, for a start... but still suspense was always good. Marina: "As for who's winning... suuuurely I know who... but..." As she finished her last word, she had placed both jugs into each of their mouths and leaned backwards a bit to force the milk into them. It was not a hard task since Marina was indeed taller than both gals. The problem was not falling backwards after doing it... but she had the girls to hold her... that was alright, ne? Marina: "...this has just started..." ======= The blond lass heared out thru all the explanation as to why her friend was here, and her relationship with the little creature. In her face she could see some awkwardness. It was funny, cause Patricia already knew how was it to deal with unknown animals here at AHS. Hanabi had brought along an interesting polite-talking bird... why couldn't this fox reply her comment. Moving one of those rebel locks out of their eye contact, Patty smiled as Alleta took the treat and hinted she was going to bite the thing. Hearing at her words and watching her response to the meal, the papermaster came to a shocking conclussion. Absentmindly, she had used her friend as a test subject... to try out new food. Her eyes opened widely at this. As Alleta gulped down her first bite, Patricia chuckled. Her face was a little red from embarrasment. Patricia: "I just noticed... I kinda... used you to get to know the food?" She couldn't hold her chuckling which slowly turned into soft laughter. After all they came from a similar region of the globe and their reactions would have been very similar. She would have to add this to the debt she held withthe girl. Patty shook her head slightly, while looking at the table, that silly smile not ever leaving her lips as she tried to talk. Patricia: "I'm sorry, Alleta... I'm trully sorry about that..." If this were an anime, one would have seen Patricia's eyes go ^^ all the way. Nonetheless, she did gave the thing a hearty bite after her friend had swallowed it first. Edited by katzkat1083, Jun 30 2008, 11:01 PM.
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Mattie let out a long, loud laugh at Eeth's comment about her number. One sentence in, and he was tossing out pickup lines. She could be a little air-headed about some things, but Eeth wasn't exactly being subtle. Which was actually kind of cute, in a perverted sense. Too bad he looked about old enough to be her father. Maybe an older brother with a big gap in ages, but probably her father. He looked kind of familiar, too -- she couldn't quite place where she'd seen him, though. Something to do with Sex Ed... or a porno, whichever. "Mattie," she said, grabbing Eeth's hand and shaking in her customary bone-crushing grip. "You seem kinda old to be at a highschool party, but you look kinda familiar. Are you a teacher here? Or maybe some kind of actor, I feel like I've seen you on TV. Ooh, or I watched 'To Catch A Predator' the other day, you're not a pedophile, are you?" While Mattie's monologue of greeting didn't come out in a single breath, it was a close thing. She punctuated the whole thing by taking another swig of her as-yet-unidentified beverage, followed by a small burp, muffled by her hand. Hyper though Mattie was, she wasn't completely without manners. She just lacked things like subtlety, tact, and the ability to know when shutting up was a good idea; it translated into something LIKE lacking manners, but it was completely different. Really. |
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