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 Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 8:23 pm
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MID TERM WEEK IS HERE
As the Holiday Nightmare vacation ends, it is time for schools to settle in and face the horror of mid-term exams. Amityville had a very specific requirement: that all mid-term exams were generic, meaning mid-term exams also involved writing something on paper in the middle of the Amityville Gymnasium when it came time for the exam of that particular class.
Oh, and also of course, that once exam week started, the school gates were locked, so no student could escape and run away from the horror of mass paperwork.
There were whispers, a rumour this year that the exams were part of the career test coming up, though that was just a rumour, as since the last fireworks fiasco ten years ago, the career aptitude agents had somewhat blacklisted Amityville from most touring school lists.
The studying part of midterms was also very, very versatile. Some chose to study, some chose to go to class and listen to the professor's reviews, and some people just decided that the right answer would always be there for those who needed it, and that what they really needed right now was a party.
OOC Welcome to the fun era of drabble RP! Feel free to respond in drabble form your student studying (or not studying) for the mid-terms. You can pick a few classes from the class list here that your student might be studying for! Don't forget to mark [ CHARACTER NAME ] [ LOCATION ] in the top in bold red of your post so people can decide if they are in the same area/ interacting/ etc etc. All rps happen the week before mid-terms, anywhere on campus. Feel free to use things like spooky texts, phones, grumblrs, spider mail, anything to write a little snippet working very hard. Just post here with any student you own and have fun! You can quote someone in this thread too to drabble interact with them. Remember a drabble is just a fun post where you can post pretty much anything you want in a paragraph of what your student is doing, without doing too much back and forth. IT makes it very easy to solo as well! Here are some other courses that your student may take not on the linked list above. Feel free to take light liberties as to what they do there, ie: for band they might play __ instrument. - Fear cooking (cooking/baking class) - Spooky Sewing - Haunted Orchestra (Band/orchestra class) - Psichology (Psychology) - Telepathy - Certified Flying Beginner's Class License Post bonus: +2 rp points for posting over 400 words cumulatively per character
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 8:53 pm
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[Uru'baen] [Library]
The demon clutched the text books to his side as he jumped down the stairs two at a time, pushing past monsters who were likely returning to their dorms to study. He couldn't study in his dorm, it was distracting. He could definitely not study in his boilfriend's dorm because that was an absolute distraction. As comfortable as it was to be there, their relationship was still new and it was a little strange of an adjustment. What was there to adjust anyway? They behaved as they had for many moons now, just that now they kiss and touch and ... much affection. Yeah, he wouldn't get much studying done. He wouldn't be studying Psichology or cooking or minipet care or literature, he would be studying a monster's face; how it smiled, how it guffawed, how it frowned, how it responded to his own glares. In either case, Uru was moving through the campus with purpose as he made his way to the library where he was going to hunker down in a booth and study. He seemed to get a lot of work done there; if not there, there was that one spot in the woods where no one really goes. It was part of the school's walk path, but not many walk that far into the woods. The library was quiet as ever, but his hearing could hear every flip of leaflet paper, the thumps of anxious feet, the tapping of pencils between students' fingers. This was where he was going to study and the background sound was going to help. Hunkering down, the demon sprawled the books out, pulled out the re-written notes, the study guides, and he got himself comfortable for the next.... well, however long it would take to get everything into his mind. |
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 9:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 6:42 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 8:13 am
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[Rojo] [Library]
Scaring. It was what he had come to Amityville to master, though it seemed he had made it through an entire year without learning much about the art at all. Not that what he had learned instead—how to schmooze, how to throw parties, how to make better friends, how to make worse enemies—wasn't valuable, the skeleton just longed for a little more. Besides that, there also happened to be an upcoming midterm on the subject, which seemed a little unfair actually. Maybe he could mention the problem to the Council when he had the time.
For now there was no use crying over spilled blood. He would play to his strengths and do the best he could. A larger, more imposing skeleton might have been better at the old "boo" scares, but he was too small to make anyone jump that way unless they were deeply distracted. Fortunately, there was a whole building full of distracted creatures right on campus! Unfortunately, he had to be just as quiet as they were inside or he'd be kicked out.
After sneaking between the shelves, the undead assessed the student situation. Most were seated in small groups, but there was one rather intimidating boil off by himself. He would start there. Rojo squared his shoulders and left his hiding spot, boots clicking softly as he made his way toward the demon's booth. He crouched low before he got there, just his empty eyes and the top of his bony skull peering over the edge of Uru's table as he passed, staring all the while. And then, he was gone.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 10:22 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 1:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:44 pm
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[Sacha] [Outside the Demon dorms -> Dorm room]
There was absolutely no way that Sacha was going to be seen taking a Fear Cooking class. Teaching it maybe, but not taking it. So when he'd had to sign up for classes, and knowing it was so close to midterms, he might have taken a few courses to stack the odds in his favor.
Because a Certified Flying Beginner's Class License would be so incredibly difficult he'd totally need to take it.
His studying was flying down from his room and landing on the grass outside the demon dorms, then taking advantage of the unusually warm day for first October. He settled on the grass, spreading his wings to absorb as many rays of the feeble pumpkin sun as possible, and then proceeded to get out his eyePhone and open up Instagram. He flicked through the images idly, liking a picture of some macaroons and then commenting on something Antoinette had posted.
Then he checked his email.
And his texts.
Several minutes later had him bored and hungry, so he flew back up to his room to make a snack. A quick pot of soup with some homemade rolls later (only a few hours) and he realized that his time he'd allowed for studying was almost up.
Almost, not quite. Taking out his phone he fired off a few texts, asking his mummy some inane question that was really just to prove he was still alive, then asking Antoinette if she'd tried out the newest cake shop near their house. Finally his fingers hovered over a new contact in his phone, and he opened up a new text.
A few seconds later he sent another text.
Alternate Heat Source r midterms even hard here
Because really, this was his first time at a regular school, and he had no idea what to expect. He could do all his basic flying, and he could even do a few aerial tricks, not that he had really practiced much. Would they expect more than that out of him? Probably not, it was a beginners level course.
Then he remembered that he actually had other classes and groaned. First aid had seemed like a good idea at the time, he had dealt with small knife cuts a lot in the kitchen. He had not expected all of the different things that would be thrown at him. To say the least it was not the easy class he'd expected. With a glare at his textbooks he finally opened one, trying to keep his eyes open as he turned pages with one hand and spooned soup into his mouth with the other.
[quote-"Nerpin"]Elly got texts
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 2:47 pm
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[Lyle] [Ghost Dorms Common Room]
The morning after he had arrived on campus, Lyle had opened his eyes to an undead hyena's grin. As it turned out, the creature was an Amityville instructor who had been decently helpful in finding him a vacant dorm room, but beyond that, was no help at all. Lyle had wandered campus on his own for nearly a month after that, unaware that classes were a thing he was expected to attend until a sign and a locked gate told him it was time for midterms. Looking back, he might have just been willfully ignoring the truth, but either way the thought of taking tests with no preparation was mildly uncomfortable.
Unlike the panic that had risen in his chest following his first eyeful of Lester, this feeling was dull and easy to ignore. Surely there were ways he could occupy himself were he thrown out of school, right? He would try this studying thing—a little—and if it didn't pan out...
Lyle shrugged.
"Itchy, are you?"
The voice was kind and distinctly feminine. He also had no idea where it was coming from.
"Down here, honey."
Right. He was very high up these days, something he might have been proud of had it not proven awkward at least five times already. He shifted and dipped, toes nearly touching the ground.
"Itchy? What do you mean? I was just..."
"I can tell you haven't been here long. I just want to help you, dear. Your clothes..." She looked concerned. Lyle felt concerned.
- - -
As it turned out, the elderly demon's help was harmless enough, though Lyle did feel sort of naked without his suit of armor. She seemed to understand his attachment to it, making sure it was hung in his closet after he and it were cleaned instead of tossing it outright. They sat together in the ghost common room several hours later, the boil trying not to squirm as he brushed imaginary dust from his new secondhand outfit.
"You look lovely, dear."
Lyle smiled and ceased his twitching to pat her hand. "Thank you again, Ms. Tantalus."
"Is there anything else you need?"
He almost shook his head before he remembered exams.
"I've got to take some tests... midterms. But I don't know what I'm supposed to be studying."
The woman nodded. "Yes, yes. I can assist with that too." Her face didn't change, but she did sound rather pleased. "Wait here."
"I will," he promised. Honestly, where else did he have to go? He was experimenting with hovering while seated when she returned, a stack of tomes balanced in her skinny arms.
"Mathematics, geography, scaring, minipet care, sparring. These should get you started."
The ghost picked up the first of the books, feeling more confident as he skimmed the pages and recognized much of what he saw. He raised his gaze from the math problems and was about to thank Ms. Tantalus again when she said,
"No need for more thanks. Just do well, my boy. Or I'll kill you."
He found he had nothing to say after all as she walked away, but he kept his eyes on her until she was gone.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 5:22 pm
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[Rojo] [On the Roof of the Undead Dorms]
When scaring in the library didn't pan out, Rojo moved on, taking to the roof of the undead dorms to think and reflect. He couldn't recall having ever frightened anyone when he had meant to, so he tried to remember the times he had done so by accident. Coming around a sharp corner in his slippers, breaking the silence with a shout when he'd finally beaten the final boss in a difficult video game, and...
"Falling off of the roof."
Leaping from the top of the ghost dorms after getting stranded there hadn't been the first time he had taken such a plummet. Once before he had done so at Chio's urging. His mother had been terrified then livid, in fact, that might have been the moment Rojo and the other skeleton had become mortal enemies. It was perfect.
He scooted to the edge of the roof that hung over the front entrance, looking for the most unlikely victim and finding her soon after. A growling nosferatu, broad shoulders hunched, crept out of the building and paused, taking a cleansing breath that turned into a scream as a skeleton dropped out of the sky.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 6:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 7:58 am
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[Rojo] [Outside the Undead Dorms]
The shrieking vampire ghoul was long gone by the time he got his bearings, but surely her reaction proved that she had been overcome with fright as a result of his antics. Maybe scaring wasn't such a big deal after all. He wanted to lift his skull and watch her go, but he couldn't at the moment. It might have been a mistake to aim for concrete this time.
Rojo pushed his face away from the pavement, slowly at first, but with a great deal more speed when he realized just how intact he had remained. All that was missing was the entirety of his right arm and his right leg below the knee, and the latter was only a few feet away! He sat up, unaware of the thin crack that ran from the top of his eye socket into what would have been his hairline, had he had one.
"Yes! I am fine, friend! A-okay!" The skeleton reached for his leg, snapping it back into place one-handed. "Though... I guess I don't know where my other arm has gone." He glanced at the cinox, hoping that hadn't been an invitation for the minipet to fetch his appendage. The slobber...
Rojo suppressed a wince.
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