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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:23 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:08 pm
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The med ward was left rather clean by comparison to Cricket's normal specifications. The area was devoid of her insect activity and the linens had been stripped off of all of her cots. Inside the area, there were several things left out; baskets of laundry, miscellaneous medical supplies, and other various cleaning instruments. It seemed that a cleaning task was ahead.
However, on the nurse's desk was left several more interesting things - a tank of her insects, several bottles of..some mysteriously greyish-orange liquid, and what looked like a basket of... cooking supplies. Okay, perhaps a bit more than a cleaning task was ahead. That would be...interesting, if nothing else. However, the nurse was, as she always was, mysteriously absent. In her seat sat a pair of watchful eyes.
It seemed it would be the first that anybody who didn't regularly visit the ward (those who did were assaulted with affection by the green fellow and watched shyly by his pale counterpart) would be quick to learn that of all things, the nurse kept pets for some mysterious reason. They were friendly and would respond to any given pets with appreciation.
In the mean time, there was time for some assembly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 9:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 11:24 pm
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The decision to go on the field trip had been one that Belladonna had thought over for a very long time. It had taken at least a week for her to scrawl her name on the sign up sheet and quite a lot of convincing from her familiar, Binx, to do so. Yet the decision to then stay at Amityville and forfeit her original decision took only a moment. In fact, it was the moment she was to actually leave school grounds that Belladonna shook her head fiercely, apologized to the little group she had joined and ran all the way back to her dorm where she had been spending the remaining time, huddled under her blankets. After what seemed an eternity of doing nothing, the witch finally tried her luck and ventured out onto the campus. When no one hurled stones at her for abandoning the field trip, she felt a little bit better about the whole thing, but it wasn't until she saw the notice that really made her little twitchy-witchy gears start. In a flash Belladonna was crashing into the med-ward, her pink eyes wide as she stood in the doorway and searched for Nurse Cricket. But she wasn't there! Instead there was a very dark person offering to pet two very cute scareons.
"Oh!" Belladonna's cheeks flushed as she realized she had been quite loud, plus she was a little embarrassed to see a stranger. It had been so long since she had been out and about that she hadn't met anyone new in quite some time. "Hi! Are you... Are you here to help too?" She asked, shuffling over to the person and squatting down next to them. She gave them a smile and then turned to the scareons and held out a hand. "Hi there, you two. Aren't you precious little things?" Involuntarily her voice softened and she dropped her stiff attitude. "I have one like the white one. Come over here and I'll pet you..." Belladonna said to the cloaked student before she directed the second sentence to the scareon in question.
"Ah! Hold on just one second!" She told the Prism Scareon as she flounced over to the sign up sheet, produced a pink pen and wrote her name with a flourish on one of the lines. After a moment of consideration she twirled back around. "Nahm? Is it? Nice to meet you, I'm Belladonna Divine!" As was her custom she curtsied before she toddled back next to him and squatted once more. "Alright. Now you can pet me." She told the scareons with a large smile.
Belladonna is signing up!
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 11:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:46 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 10:19 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 11:27 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 12:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 11:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 6:28 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:35 am
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Rosc walked into the classroom, hands in the pockets of his spider-web stitched coat. After his leap of faith with Sin, he'd started weaning himself off of using his bandages and wearing his shirts more often. Today was not quite one of them. He did wear a shirt to match the red blindfold over his eyes, but underneath his abdomen was still wrapped up. He'd been taking the short break to get some outside business settled, plus some arguing with his mentor over one thing or another. The usual.
His normal impassive frown was on his face as he looked around the classroom for a moment, then walked over to the sign-in sheet, took out a black pen, and quickly signed his name.
"Hey Alwine," he said with a short nod, remembering the ghoul from the absurd boat ride with Blue. He, too, reached out and gave the scareon a small scratch. It was much nicer than his own scareon, a shiny nergal named Cathal. Rosc really only put up with the creature because he saw so much of himself in the snappy brute. He certainly didn't pick fights as often, but they did have a lot in common. Whenever Rosc saw him, anyways.
Rosciel is signing up.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 9:14 am
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