Gene had once seen a boil standing outside the gymnasium, arms crossed, as though asking for challengers to fight him. What was his name? East? North? Something like that. She decided to pull a page out of South's book, and stood there in her shorts and tank top, arms crossed and face scowled.
"Hey, you." She called out to the first person to pass her, a ghost Ghoul with needles and tattoos all over her arms. "Wanna practice? You know... how to defend ourselves for when they show up next."
Good excuse there, Gene.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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