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Post by Ierys on Jun 1, 2009 16:56:49 GMT -5
Ierys snatched the book out of Clives hands and inspects the damage. "You've only had it for a few hours. Poor, poor book. Why on earth would you do this?" Having become oblivous Ierys continues to mutter about Clives mistreatment of the 'poor, poor book'.
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Post by Clive on Jun 1, 2009 18:02:54 GMT -5
Clive slumps his arms. "It was a volatile few hours. Well, if we're going to sit around for awhile more, I'm going to take a leak." With that 'TMI' statement, Clive gets to his feet and walks out of the room, knocking the end of the staff into a others in the room before exiting and walks off down the hall.
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August Krasnow
Determined Individual
"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Jun 1, 2009 18:05:48 GMT -5
::Augustus watches as Clive leaves, his eyes tracking his movements across the room and out the door. Once the door is shut behind him, August stands, putting his books beside him.::
I believe I may have another copy, I'll get it for him to use during this session. Excuse me.
::With Augustus excusing himself, he departs the room just as Clive had done, but far more gracefully.::
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Post by Clive on Jun 1, 2009 18:56:33 GMT -5
-In the restroom-
Clive exits the stall and walks to the sink, he rests the staff against his neck as he turns the faucet on and washes his hands. Then something strange happens as he splashes his face with water, it sounds as if someone just walked into the restroom. Fearing it was a girl on the floor, he darts into the closest stall to hide. There he waits a moment and hearing no more sound, he slowly opens the stall door to take a peak, no one. Shaking it off as a fluke, he returns to the sink to shut the faucet off and dry his hands. As he reaches for the paper-towel, the room grows dark, except for a light with an unknown source shining down upon his spot. Clive stops cold, frozen, all he can hear is the sound of his own breath. It suddenly grows terrible cold to the point he can see his breath in the air.
"They found me." His eyes dart around hoping to see where it could be coming from, what he wasn't sure, but something.
The stall-door directly behind him begins to rattle loudly, banging against the lock. He shuts his eyes and tries to still his breath. The stall-door suddenly stops rattling and slowly open. Wincing his eyes, chocking down a gulp, he cringes at the horrible things that may befall him. He feels a presence behind him, its right at his neck, analyzing him. His heart feels as if it stops, his body freezes except for his light whimpering, and then suddenly, the presence moves and disappears from the restroom. The lights return to normal and Clive is once again alone.
Nearly collapsing, Clive grabs the sink, letting his staff fall to the floor with a loud crash. He heaves into the sink several times, then slides to the floor, dragging his staff beside him.
He leans up against the tile wall, hand takes the ivy-cap from his head so he can run his hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself. After several minutes, he rises and washes the sink out, then his mouth. "Why? Why didn't it kill me?" He looks to the mirror, at himself. "I'm sexy and all... but still. Ok, calm down Clive be cool. Nothing happened, ok. Nothing." Taking his staff, he walks out, back to the room. Upon entering his doesn't say anything and returns to the spot he left.
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Post by Ierys on Jun 2, 2009 4:51:06 GMT -5
Ierys looks up as Clive comes back in and her eyes follow him as he sits down again in silence. No weird remark? Somethings up. "Clive?" She says uncertainly, really starting to take in his appearance, "Are you ok? You dont look to good..."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 12:04:06 GMT -5
::The others share a sideways glance at Clive::
Serena: It's Rose' tacos. Definitely. She's a pretty good cook, but every now and again she likes to experiment. Not all of her "trial and error" approaches work out very well.
::Kate kneels by Clive and puts her hand on his forehead, comparing it with her own::
Kate: You don't seem feverish, but is your fur always supposed to feel this greasy?
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Post by Ierys on Jun 2, 2009 12:36:32 GMT -5
((OOC: Thats not nice xD))
Ierys frowned as Kate took his temperature and felt a pang of something. She shook it off and took Clives hand, letting her eyes try and figure it out. "You ok there, sparks?"
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 14:03:32 GMT -5
"Yeah." Clive waves their concern away. "I'm fine, just, what Kate said, not use to the food here or something. Where stiff pants go?" Referring to AJ and attempting to change the subject.
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Post by Ierys on Jun 2, 2009 16:17:56 GMT -5
She gave him a worried look and squeezed his hand slightly. "AJ went to get you another copy of the book. Are you sure your ok? Maybe you should lie down or something.."
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Post by Clive on Jun 2, 2009 16:32:14 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm fine!" He insists and snaps. "it's nothing, just a sour stomach. Sorry. So can we start when AJ returns? It'll keep my mind off the indigestion."
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Post by Ierys on Jun 2, 2009 17:55:18 GMT -5
Iers lets go off his hand abruptly and leans back in her seat, suddenly becoming very interested in her nails. "Whatever." Stupid Clive, I show a ittle concern and he gets all... whats the male equivalant of bitchy?
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August Krasnow
Determined Individual
"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Jun 2, 2009 18:58:22 GMT -5
::Augustus knocks and enters, walking back to the spot he left. He curiously looks around, sensing the odd aura in the air.::
Did something happen?
::He tosses the book into Clive's lap.::
Here, don't destroy this copy, please? It's mine from secondary school.
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Post by Clive on Jun 2, 2009 19:16:03 GMT -5
"I won't keep any promises." Clive retorts, taking the book into his hands and flipping through the pages. "And, no, missed nothing. Just some indigestion."
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Post by Ierys on Jun 2, 2009 19:25:14 GMT -5
"Sit, eat, be an arsehole. Seems to work for everyone else."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 22:01:38 GMT -5
Serena: Reeowe, Ierys, I didn't know you had claws.
Kate: Are we actually going to be getting any studying done? We've been here for an hour and the only one who's done anything productive is Augustus. And I don't think fixing another one of Clive's screw-ups really counts as productive.
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Post by Ierys on Jun 3, 2009 7:01:22 GMT -5
Ierys rolled her eyes and mimicked Kate's expression. "You do realise your the only one that cares that much."
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Post by Iole on Jun 3, 2009 17:41:15 GMT -5
::Kate scowls::
Kate: Yes, I'm the only one who cares if my grades suffer because of this. But seeing as how that could prevent me from ever getting what I want out of my education, I don't see how that makes me the weird one. Expecially coming from a girl with pink hair.
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Post by Ierys on Jun 3, 2009 17:46:23 GMT -5
((OOC: There is nothing wrong with pink hair! xD I got suspended for having pink streaks at school though, that was funny. I refused to dye it back.))
"Go study by yourself then!" Ierys yelled at her, jumping to her feet and towering over Kate. Her hands were balled into fists, eyebrows nitted together and she glared at Kate. "Having pink hair does not Make me weird."
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Post by Iole on Jun 3, 2009 18:52:19 GMT -5
::Kate gets back to her feet, giving her the height advantage again::
Kate: Neither does academic dedication. Maybe I'll take your advice and leave.
Serena: Come on Kate, don't be so dramatic. You know you're hopeless at Shakespeare.
Kate: I'll manage.
Garrett: Come on you two, just say you're sorry.
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Post by Ierys on Jun 3, 2009 18:55:54 GMT -5
"I didnt say it did." Ierys said snidely, looking up at Kate with the same ferocity she had looked down on her with. "Obsession on the other hand, is right up there on the weird list." She ignores Garret and Serena's pleas.
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