Punkie Vielli Punkie turned her head as another troll joined the emotion-fest. "What a motherglubbin capricious meeting!" Punkie said loudly as another orangeblood came up timidly. Hands clasp in front of her, the orangeblood could not help but feel so very blessed. Here were 3 of her friends, one being a brand new friend, but all trolls that made her bloodpumper beat in joy at the life she had. Forgetting almost entirely about the odd instrument she had forced into Calida's hands, the orangeblood grabbed all three of the other girls into a hug. Still in the grips of emotion, the juggalo managed to mumble a prayer full of the most profane of holy words, and wiping her already smeared face paint all over the others. She squeezed them before letting go.
As if in some sort of ritual, the orangeblood took each troll's hands in her own, looking into their eyes. "Dariah, finjester of all produce her ******** fingers touch. Capricious Calida, master of her own tentrumbling locks of hair. Elidae, saccharine soda jester-damsel." Punkie threw her hands in the air, her grin happier than ever. Although the three were not juggalos, Punkie felt, at that moment, a kinship with them. "Best ******** sisters a juggalo can get!"
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Master of
Sami-Fire
over-elaborate,
blackbird cake
silly "rituals"
Hivestuck
My name is: Punkie My team is: Prange
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 1:36 pm
Dairah Vacche
Dairah might have squeaked at the surprise group hug, but the change in Punkie's demeanor made her feel more at ease. The title Punkie granted her even pulled out a giggle. "Finjester?" she asked. She felt a need to learn how to speak Punkie-ese, even if she wasn't one with the Mirthful Messiahs or any related groups. When Punkie was finished with her introductions, she found that she couldn't stop smiling. "Hello to you two, too!" she said to the other two trolls, waving cheerfully. "Are you having a good Bloodfest so far?" She wanted to ask how the others met Punkie, but she figured that could wait a bit. It might have seemed a bit interrogative, though Dairah was really just curious as to how the strange circle came together.
He smiled as the older troll introduced themselves to him. He quickly took his hand out to introduce himself as well, like he always did. "My name iv Vitula Picato, It is a pleasure to meet you."
"I live all the way in Chittentown, it was quite the journey to get here" He climbed off the bench and began to stretch a bit. He patted his pants and shirt to get rid of any wrinkles that may have formed while sitting down.
"So, about that ice pop. Shall we be on our way." He said holding his arm out like a gentleman.
DraconicFeline
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 6:22 am
FoxFire120
"Really!" A lowblood living in Chittentown? Big surprise there. "Glad you came in!" she said, though really, they didn't have anything comparable to Bloodfest in the desert, did they? "I actually live here, so... Welcome to my beautiful city!" she said cheerily.
Well, he was polite. Ma'am might not care what happened with him, but she approved of that off'hand'edly in Psykgi's ear.
"Sure! Lets!" she said, taking his arm. She was so much taller than the little yellowblood - she nearly broke out in giggles. But that would have been so rude. "It's just off this way." she said, leading him in that direction, her own ice pop still in her other hand. It wouldn't be very long before they reached it at all.
Pulling away from the throng of the main strip lined with booths, Tsarzi finally got some space to breath. She didn't particularly enjoy such busy crowds, living along with here lusus as she did far away from a city. Personal space wasn't a luxury, it was a given.
Crunch crunch, some greenblood was chewing with their mouth open, spraying deep fried octopus crumbs everywhere. Someone dropped a drink and began wailing. A gaggle of lowbloods were guffawing nearby, their mouths creating disgusting black holes on their faces as they stretched to force the noise out. Redbloods paid to advertise local restaurants were shouting to the stars, screaming in shrill tones, hoping if they could make enough ears bleed someone would look at them. A purpleblood had taken the chance to climb up on a bench and begin berating the older orangeblood that had stepped on their foot, spittle flying from and ugly, flushed face, teeth and lips glitening from a sheen of saliva, snot starting to run as the highblood barely held back tears because it had actually hurt.
Noise noise noise noise.
She did not like this noise, it hurt her ears and disdain for the frivolity of the festival would not fade.
A empty feeling rested in her stomach like a rock as she separated herself further from the crowd. down the boardwalk, to the lines of benches spaced even =ly over the pier. Here she could take a breather, thankfully. The empty rock had settled into a steady, irritable buzz no that she was away from the crowd, but given a minute, that should settle. How troublesome.
Tsarzi turned her headphones on, listening to the faint sounds of music mix with the hubbub. She'd been taking a break from booths to try and locate a music store, as she hadn't seen any music themed booths herself. So, she thought she'd try her hand at finding a a regular store. Instead she'd gotten to deal with this wreck. She needed a few minutes to destress and then she'd go back in.
Tsarzi was wondering up and down the walk, observing the beach to the side, when something moved a bit too quickly for comfort in the corner of her eye, followed by a thump. Turning back around, she saw it was a brownblood that had been spit out by the crowd and landed by Tsarzi's feet as her pacing had taken her back close to the main throng of trolls again.
She was still for a moment, contemplating the orangeblood before her for a moment. Tsarzi felt at least a little better after a few minutes to cool off, so it seemed like she'd be find to assist the other kid.
"You going to be okay?" Tsarzi asked, bending down and offering a hand, observing the other's face for damage.
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> -> i posted this yesterday but the quote went screwy
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 7:58 pm
Everyone had been so excited for Bloodfest. It was the thing to go to, when rebels could. She had never been before. It sounded inimidating, with the competitions and the crowds and all. But so many rebels were going, so she had to try too. There would be the reassurance of familiar faces. And, of course, Abby was always there to climb on her shoulders if need be.
Gosh, though, it was a lot already. Wander had to duck and weave around other trolls at times. She rarely could walk while looking over her brochure. Cynril had a booth, she thought, so she had to track it down. But she couldn't remember the name...
After more frustrating times in the crowded areas, she tried to hang around the edges while pausing to check the pamphlet. As she checked the booth listings, someone shoved past her. Unused to wearing sandals, she lost her footing and fell. She scraped her knees on the way down.
"O-ow..."
That wasn't nice at all.
Wander worked on biting down her embarrassment before trying to get up.
However, she heard a voice up above. She looked in shock, and then swallowed behind a closed mouth. A blueblood was offering her a hand? Someone she didn't recognize, either. Highbloods in the swamp were usually okay, but she was unsure with someone she didn't know.
As they walked Vitula was very happy that the older troll accepted his arm jester, most troll laughed at him when he did this. Most found it unnecessary for a lowblood like him to act in such a manner. It wasnt far at all like she said, it was actually a bit sad he wasnt able to spot it from where he had been before. He got in line so they could order, it wasn't very long. Only a few other trolls were in front of them ordering.
"This is going to be great!" He said looking up. "What flavor was that blue one you got? Was it good?" Smiling with excitement. The line started to move a bit. At any moment they would order and the cold delicious treat would be his.
DraconicFeline
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 9:12 pm
Hitting up the booths had taken a toll on Deimos, so he headed over to the board walk to take a break. Thypion was also looking a little worse for wear- it was stressful for his lusus to keep an eye on him in such a big crowd. Luckily enough Deimos had little tolerance for large crowds and needed to distance himself from the festivities fairly often.
Since the boardwalk was less occupied, that made it ideal. He settled onto a bench, holding one of the smoothies from the Nightly Blend and just watched other trolls go by.
Hitting up the booths had taken a toll on Deimos, so he headed over to the board walk to take a break. Thypion was also looking a little worse for wear- it was stressful for his lusus to keep an eye on him in such a big crowd. Luckily enough Deimos had little tolerance for large crowds and needed to distance himself from the festivities fairly often.
Since the boardwalk was less occupied, that made it ideal. He settled onto a bench, holding one of the smoothies from the Nightly Blend and just watched other trolls go by.
Dillys finally made his way to the boardwalk, looking at all the neat things that were out. Nothing was more relaxing to him than any beach setting... he loved the beach. As he made his way through the crowd, the redblood felt his feet grow more and more sore. Taking a seat on a bench, he grumbled at his feet. He thought it was completely ridiculous for them to be hurting. Clenching his fist, he tried to take a deep breath and remain calm. He looked to the side of him to see another troll. Had they been there the whole time?
The redblood looked the other over, seeing his smoothie. "...Where'd you get the smoothie?.." He asked as politely as possible, especially with the other being a higher blood than him.
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 10:55 pm
Deimos didn't really think anyone else would join him on the bench- most trolls tended not to do that unless they were already friends. But, he was proven wrong. A redblooded kid at settled down on the other side of the bench. That seemed fine at first, since they hadn't said anything... Dei continued to sip on his drink, content with the silence until.... the kid asked a question.
He turned to look at them, blinking slowly. Did he want to answer... or.... did he want to pretend he didn't hear them.... He'd made eye contact, so it would be extra rude not to answer... but this kid was also a redblood, so he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to.... "Nightly Blend." Ah, there wasn't any harm in it. He pointed with his free hand in the direction the booth would be found. "Its kinda hit or miss."
Deimos didn't really think anyone else would join him on the bench- most trolls tended not to do that unless they were already friends. But, he was proven wrong. A redblooded kid at settled down on the other side of the bench. That seemed fine at first, since they hadn't said anything... Dei continued to sip on his drink, content with the silence until.... the kid asked a question.
He turned to look at them, blinking slowly. Did he want to answer... or.... did he want to pretend he didn't hear them.... He'd made eye contact, so it would be extra rude not to answer... but this kid was also a redblood, so he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to.... "Nightly Blend." Ah, there wasn't any harm in it. He pointed with his free hand in the direction the booth would be found. "Its kinda hit or miss."
Dillys nodded, "I don't think I saw that booth earlier... " He told the other. "Though if it's hit or miss... maybe that's why?" He was half talking to himself. It was mostly out of nervousness. What if the tealblood got pissed at him for talking to him? Or what if he accidentally blabbed something rude? The tealblood took a deep breath, "What was your favorite booth?" He asked, feeling like he was pushing his luck.
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 11:08 pm
"Probably... they put a bunch of mustard in smoothies a couple of nights ago." He scrunched up his face- he'd... he'd gotten one of them...... The taste still haunted his tongue. The next question earned a shrug from Deimos. Which one had been his favorite-- wait, that wasn't really hard to discern. "Alien Annihilation. Though some kids take it way too serious." He finished off the last of his smoothie, then turned to toss the empty cup in the trash bin next to the bench.
He supposed it was social norm to ask this other kid what their favorite booth had been... "What about yours?"
Dillys listened to the other as he explained the mustard fiasco. "That sounds completely disgusting... who would do that?" He asked, no even wanting to imagine how that would taste. No wonder it was hit and miss! The redblood looked to the higher blood, listening to him mention his favorite booth. Dillys nodded, "Yeah... The Alien one was really fun. Connie didn't think so... Someone kicked her out right at the start." He explained, "I'd have to say it was my favorite too. Which team did you play for?" He asked.
nepsah
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 11:39 pm
Deimos shrugged, "some dumb person working there. He did it to a lot of people." Dei hadn't bothered to catch the troll's name- he didn't want to know. "Green. Its cooler than pink." That and it was closer to teal than pink was. He wasn't sure who 'Connie' was but he assumed it was a friend or something. "Deimos. You are?" He might as well learn the kid's name since they were going to actually have a conversation it seemed.
Dillys rubbed his neck, "He should be fired or something..." He mentioned, wondering who the troll was that poisoned unsuspecting victims with mustard. He then nodded, "Yeah. I picked green too." Oh good, something in common... this was going well, right? "Oh. I'm Dillys." He replied. "Nice to meet you, Deimos." He said politely.
