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Post by Soky on Sept 5, 2014 22:04:56 GMT -5
"Uhhh..." Lance looked at his wrist. "I guess she should be here in a couple minutes. I dunno. She was playing some computer game and, well, yeah." Lance wasn't really sure what to say about the game. It was way too complicated for him to understand, so rather than explaining this rubbish the Char, he just said "She could be a while, or she could be soon. Sorry. When she's in her room, there is no way of getting her out."
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Post by sorlink on Sept 5, 2014 22:32:36 GMT -5
As Callie approached the house at the end of the street, she felt more and more apprehensive. The yellow lawn was in stark contrast to the green of the rest of the street; not only that, but the trees that grew around the building casted shadows that made the house much darker than should have been natural. She felt goosebumps up her arms and shivered- it was like something out of a horror movie. She quickly checked the paper on which she had written Oktober's address, but unfortunately, she wasn't mistaken. This was the right house.
She stopped in front of the driveway, debating whether to go up and knock on the door, or just go home. But of course, she couldn't do that. So, with a deep breath, she walked up the driveway, and after a moment's hesitation, knocked on the door.
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Post by oktopus on Sept 5, 2014 22:52:30 GMT -5
There was a knock at the door. Again. Shagworthy yelled at Scoobius that it was his turn to get up off his lazy ass. One girl was left with them, she was passed out in Shaggy's lap, wearing only a thong and a pair of mismatched socks. A bong was situated in the center of the group, surrounded by snacks, stolen from the No Frills down the street.
Scooby sighed and trudged to the door and pulled it wide open. He was pleasantly surprised that this was neither a weirdo in a mask nor a less handsome man-child than himself in a cowboy hat. He'd come face to face with the ultimate girl next door - a girl with the potential to be his greatest conquest (hopefully, he thought, over the age of consent). She was totally jail bait. Scoobs swallowed and was suddenly very aware of himself. He did up his fly and said, "Hey baby, you lost?"
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Post by sorlink on Sept 6, 2014 0:06:43 GMT -5
The door opened and Callie was hit with the overwhelming smell of weed. The man who answered the door looked like he was in his early twenties, had short, ginger hair, and was, well, attractive. But him having to pull his fly up wasn't lost on her, nor was the unconscious, nearly naked girl inside the house. "I hope so," she said in response to his question, before realizing how rude that was. "Uh, I mean, I'm looking for Oktober? I think my brother's already here." If this is the right house. She didn't want to be judgemental of other peoples' lifestyles, but she was really hoping this was the wrong house. The lawn, the trees, the weed and naked girl and beads instead of walls? None of that was really boding well.
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Post by oktopus on Sept 6, 2014 0:23:53 GMT -5
"Chillax, babe," Scooby said. He didn't miss his initial response, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He knew girls - he had known girls since his father had shared with him Loreena, the native Indian runaway, on his thirteenth birthday. He would be nice to the young girl for now. "Don't gotta be so cold, I'm a good guy. Oktober's upstairs," he answered her question, "And if it was one of those extra guys, then yeah, maybe." He moved out of the doorway.
Oktober laid out her art supplies. They were stolen from her mother's old set and from her art classes through the years. There was also a collection of knick-knacks in a shoebox that she thought might be important later. Seashells, stamps, silver, and little wooden dolls were only some of the items in her box. "We can use any of this, maybe?" She looked at the boys for their input, but didn't set her hopes too high. She lit a few candles on the table for more light.
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Post by sorlink on Sept 6, 2014 0:39:44 GMT -5
Chillax, babe? It really felt like she had walked into some alternate dimension. Or the 70's. Or both. She stepped inside the house, closing the door behind her, despite her every instinct telling her not to. "Extra guys? What do you mean by that?" What made them 'extra'? She asked the question before realizing she probably didn't want to talk to this guy for longer than she needed to. "Oh, uh, should I take my shoes off, or...?"
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Post by TheThirdChild on Sept 6, 2014 0:55:11 GMT -5
Char peered into the box. "These items seem like could have a lot of potential for ensuring the quality of our project," he decided. Char, although he would never admit this, actually didn't give a single shit about the project. In, his mind was alternating between thoughts on two things. 1) How he would take over the world, and 2) how much he was craving pocky.
Char thought back to his experience at the grocery store, and the pleasure he had taken from buying all those boxes of Pocky. In fact, now that he thought back to it, he realized that there was still a box of strawberry pocky on his desk at home. He swore under his breath as he was filled with regret over the fact that he had not packed it when he was preparing to leave for Oktober's.
Looking around the room, Char took note of the baby crib. He had noticed it earlier, when he had entered the room, but had only now considered the fact that perhaps there was actually a baby contained within said baby crib. It was at that moment that he realized that perhaps Oktober had been the girl who had been standing in front of him in the line at the No Frills, the day he had bought Pocky and introduced himself to his allies. This was all speculation though.
Turning to Oktober, he asked the question that was on his mind. "Were you perchance the woman who was purchasing groceries at No Frills a few evenings ago?"
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Post by oktopus on Sept 6, 2014 1:07:35 GMT -5
That took Oktober by surprise a little bit, but she knew exactly the instance he was talking of. There was no mistaking that clearly homemade mask. "Yes," she followed Char's eyes to where her brother slept. In the silent moments, she could hear his steady breath which only caught if he was having a bad dream. Rhythm cried out, crawled to the other end of his crib and fell back asleep. Oktober gave a sigh of relief, "I suppose so. Probably. I was afraid he'd wake up. There'd be no getting work done after that. We go shopping every week, Rhythm and I, for the family groceries. Then he helps me with dinner... Helps."
Scooby shrugged, "I don't care. Just do what feels right. They're upstairs."
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Post by sorlink on Sept 6, 2014 1:22:50 GMT -5
"Uh, okay. Well, thanks," Callie said, and walked upstairs, leaving her shoes on. She had no idea what kind of stuff happened on these floors, so she figured it was safer with shoes. Even upstairs, there were no walls, so it was no trouble finding everyone else.
The wall sconces were a strange way of lighting the building; the flames flickered, casting moving shadows that normal lamps wouldn't. It gave the house an eerie atmosphere. It felt, almost, well, haunted. The goosebumps were back. She walked over to where the others were sitting. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late," she said sheepishly. Seeing Char's mask, she made the connection that Charlie = that weirdo who was at the grocery store, but it really wasn't that surprising, considering the way he'd been talking at school.
(that last sentence was so rushed lol)
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Post by Soky on Sept 6, 2014 8:38:50 GMT -5
Lance jumped when it moved. It made noise. The baby was in the crib. Oh well. It's probably best to just ignore it and it won't be a problem. He settled down, and prepared to look in this box that Oktober had just put on the table. However, his sister had just walked into the room, so instead of looking at the box, his attention turned to Callie. "Well if it isn't Tardy Trudy. Everyone's been waiting for you! Ahh, it's alright, we were just about to get started anyway."
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Post by oktopus on Sept 8, 2014 21:40:47 GMT -5
"Im not sure how Flanders expects us to finish this assignment without being totally controversial... I mean, the nativity scene makes a good story," Oktober knew there was a chance she would be offend ing her classmates, but beimg in her own home, she was feeling ballsy. She continued, "but ots basically a ghost story, you know? " thr candles flickered and the shadows the company cast on the ground around them, lengthened.
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Post by TheThirdChild on Sept 9, 2014 20:47:55 GMT -5
Char pretended not to notice the peculiar way the candles flickered after Oktober mentioned ghosts. He was not one to believe in the occult, and that was way to convenient for his comfort levels, so he just ignored it. "Irregardless, I believe we should persist with this project so that it can submitted in a timely fashion."
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Post by sorlink on Sept 9, 2014 21:21:42 GMT -5
Callie stuck her tongue out at Lance when he called her 'Tardy Trudy,' and sat down on the floor by the table, ignoring the perfectly good seats. The house was dark, and the light of the candles made it even more unsettling- at least without light, there wouldn't be moving shadows.
"Wait, how is the nativity a ghost story? Isn't it just Jesus being born and getting gifts?" she was too busy trying to recall what could make the nativity a ghost story to notice the strange flickering of the candles.
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Post by Soky on Sept 9, 2014 21:33:52 GMT -5
Lance didn't pay any mind to the weird thing the candles just did. Who cares. It's explainable by science, right? Now, he had to think real hard about this nativitation that the rest of the group was talking about. "Jesus being born and getting gifts... that sounds like Christmas! Uhh... minus the ghosts." Lance had no clue what he was talking about when it came to religion. There was a bible. There was a god. And there were a bunch of other "significant" events that he had nearly no clues about. Lance was just happy he celebrated this thing called Christmas, which, was like the birth of Jesus H. Nifty, or something. Oh well. He got presents. He gave presents. That's all that mattered to him.
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Post by oktopus on Sept 9, 2014 21:50:12 GMT -5
"No, it's about the birth of Jesus Christ. A man who turned walks on water, then turns it to wine. And his existence was only really noted in art and in the bible. Both human inventions, and therefore unreliable." Oktober started cutting out pieces from the construction paper and preparing them to glue. "I'm not saying he didn't exist. But that he's just as realistic as any other ghost story."
Rhythm screeched, he felt someone touch his face but fell back asleep, forgetting it even happened. Then a woman echoed him.
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