Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 21:01:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~Dorms and Classrooms~</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://img15.deviantart.net/2c70/i/2011/275/3/5/mhbg___corridor_by_tetsunokobushi-d4bk8wi.png)</div><br><br><strong>Dorms</strong><br><br>Monster High Dorms are single occupancy and divided by gender.&nbsp; Monster High allows its students to decorate their dorms however they would like.&nbsp; All students have a dorm room though typically only exchange students live in them.&nbsp; Other students use their dorm rooms as a way to express themselves, decorating it however they see fit and hanging out with friends.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img13.deviantart.net/1c4b/i/2011/249/0/9/mh_classroom_base_by_tetsunokobushi-d491n9w.png)</div><br><strong>Classrooms</strong><br><br>Most of the classrooms are on the second floor of the school so to make room for the indoor sport fields on the first floor.<br><br>Teachers<br>Clamdestine - Teacher of Ghoulish Literature<br>Hackington - Teacher of Mad Science, Biteology,&nbsp; driving instructor, janitor, and food distributor<br>Igor - Teacher of Physical Deaducation<br>Kindergrubber - Teacher of Home Ick<br>Lou Zarr - (Substitute) teacher of Trigular Calcometry 101 and Dragonometry<br>Mummy - Teacher of Clawculus<br>Rotter - Teacher of Dead Languages and sometimes coach<br>Siren - Teacher of Voice Training<br>Sylphia Flapper - Teacher of Dragon Whispering 101 and Dragonomics<br>Verizhe - Teacher of Physical Deaducation<br>Where - Teacher of Dramarama<br>Phantom of the Opera - Teacher of Haunting Music<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Header</strong></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=2]&lt;Image&gt;[/Img][/floatleft][b]Name: [/b]<br>[b]Monster: [/b]<br>[b]Age: [/b]<br>[b]Day and Time:[/b] &lt;Example: Week 1/Monday/Morning&gt;<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b]<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 21:27:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1329.photobucket.com/albums/w550/lightsenshi/Screenies/rentaro_zpsbr7tzjoi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rentaro Akashiya <br><strong>Age: </strong> 22<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casuals (dress shirt and slacks)<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Monday, early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Rentaro was currently lounging in his dorm room where he was currently mulling over the situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was stretched out on the admittedly comfortable bed and looking unseeingly at the ceiling.<br><br>He had been sent on a reconnaissance mission to this particular dimension to find out whether they might prove a threat to his own particular kindred.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was posing as a Kyuuketsuki (Japanese Vampire) yet as far as he could tell, no such creature actually existed in this world.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was instead trying to decide exactly what to do next, as he wasn't slated to return to his own home until the end of the school year.&nbsp; &nbsp;None of the clubs really interested him, and fortunately, he'd been able to strike up a few friendships.<br><br>Maybe a walk would bring inspiration....after breakfast.
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				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 08:32:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/xPDuY2P.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Lustlie Infernus<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Incubus<br><strong>Age: </strong> 19<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week One | Monday mid-day (lunch break)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Skirting around the Creepateria <br><strong>Tag:</strong> None/Open<br><hr><br>Lustlie wandered across the campus, moving from one class to another. With three books under one arm, and a fourth open in the other hand, he engaged in his favorite pastime - reading while walking. He had half an hour to get to his next class, but he was still walking with a swift, if slightly clumsy, pace. <br><br>Glancing up from his book, he noted the doors to the Creepateria, where many of the students were at this time of day. It wasn't a place where he wanted to be, now... or <em>any</em> time, really. He didn't eat in the same way. He could, of course - it just didn't do much for him. Plus, being that close to that many people made him nervous... which had <em>other</em> consequences that he wasn't interested in dealing with, either. <br><br>Taking a momentary break from his book, <em>Nineteen Eighty Gore</em>, he looked around, wondering where his friend Maddie was. The library? Maybe... but probably not. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go looking for her right now, anyway... <br><br>After a moment, he shook his head. He should finish the book, and make sure she'd had a chance to finish it, before they could really talk about it. It was a frightening story, after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 01:37:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1329.photobucket.com/albums/w550/lightsenshi/Screenies/rentaro_zpsbr7tzjoi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rentaro Akashiya <br><strong>Age: </strong> 22<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casuals (dress shirt and slacks)<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Monday morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classrooms<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Rentaro pulled himself out of bed and changed into clean clothes.&nbsp; &nbsp;He frowned as he found his ICoffin as well as a few other odds and ends being not quite where he'd left them.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had no doubt that Spectra had been snooping ... or just visiting ... while he slept, leaving the slightly rearranged items as a way of informing him that she'd stopped by.&nbsp; Since he didn't sense her, or anyone else about where he'd expect them to be; he fired off a text to Spectra to find out if she'd gotten any good gossip that she wanted to run by him before she blogged it.&nbsp; He'd come to understand that the spectre had been a bit less selective than she currently was when it came to passing along gossip...something he could easily verify simply by looking in the earliest posts of her blog.<br><br>He was finishing up reading and replying to texts when the sound of music caught his attention.&nbsp; &nbsp; He mentally and physically frowned, thinking that the music club wasn't supposed to be meeting this early.&nbsp; &nbsp;While he had intended to head to the catacombs to do some training out of the observation of others, there was something in the music he heard that drew his attention.&nbsp; &nbsp; Before he'd known it, he found himself leaning against a door-frame and simply letting the music flow over him.<br><br>"That was very beautiful."&nbsp; &nbsp; He said, tucking away his ICoffin when he finally spoke up.
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				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 17:58:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Damon Deville<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Fallen Angel<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Monday Morning.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lustlie, Open to anyone coming by.<br><hr><br>Damon peeked a head through into the creepateria, he probably had somewhere he should be at, though if that was the case, a member of staff would soon prod him that way so he was here... He had as much fun out of class than in it these days... Being in touch with the social side of the school recently was way more fun than the daily drudge! Poking that look about, he spotted a blonde incubus sat with a head buried in a book... Must be some book if a lust demon was reading it <em>on their own</em>! He unfurled his wings, one white feathered, the other black and bat-like and swept down at the table near the incubus, in his mind he was the picture of a cool rockstar, though if anything he was coming across a bit odd to anyone that may be witnessing this... "Whatcha reading?!" he belted out in a loud and overly cheerful voice...<br><br>Without giving Lustlie any time to react, he peered at an angle to read the title... "Ooh, gore! You're one of those kinda demons, huh?" he grinned. He either didn't realise or didn't care that his spread out wings (which Damon thought were particularly awesome) were kinda blocking the light for Lustlie to read. "I'm new here... Name's Damon and I've decided you're gonna be the first person I grace with my friendship!" he squeeked, barely missing a beat as he placed his hands on his school uniform trousered hips, his school shirt and blazer billowing behind him. "What's your name?" he added, almost as an afterthought, extending a hand to shake... As much as Damon was in his own hype, if anything he looked <em>pretty kooky</em>, standing atop a table and tilted at a right angle still looking at the book cover...
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				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 18:42:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/xPDuY2P.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Lustlie Infernus<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Incubus<br><strong>Age: </strong> 19<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week One | Monday mid-day (lunch break)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Damon/Open<br><hr><br>Lustlie hadn't noticed Damon approaching. The fallen angel's sudden, loud voice startled him, causing him to leap back and flatten against the nearby wall. "N'aaah!" he blurted eloquently. His startlement caused his own heart to start racing, which in turn started sending waves of lust to the other people around him. It only lasted for a few seconds, but that was often more than enough for Lustlie's liking. A few couples nearby that had been sitting close together started kissing and light fondling, their inhibitions about doing things like that in public temporarily suppressed. <br><br>"Uh... it's... political fiction," he stammered out. "It's about... monsters being treated like they were... the property of the government." He knew that sounded lame, but it was as close to a good description as he could get on short notice. <br><br>After a moment, he tentatively held a hand out. "I'm Lustlie." Part of his mind said that it would be polite to say, "Pleased to meet you," but he didn't <em>feel</em> very pleased... <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 19:08:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Damon Deville<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Fallen Angel<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Monday Morning.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lustlie, Open to anyone coming by.<br><hr><br>Damon grinned like a cheshire cat at Lustlie's reaction and how it affected those around him, "Heh, looks like I picked the best monster here to wingman a date off of!" he proclaimed, as something he probably should have kept to himself though at least his intentions were clearly laid out. "Loadsa babes here, though I'm kinda... socially mal... mala... Ah, people don't really feel comfortable around me sometimes!" He tutted to himself and shook his head, still grinning to himself, like he found the idea of that pretty funny. "Wasn't there a film of that starring Joint Hurtz? Or something?" he posited as he recognised at least something of the story.<br><br>"Pleased for the same!" Damon smiled, shaking Lustlie's hand before dropping to the seat opposite the blonde incubus, as he furled his wings back up. "Yeah, before I came here I was kinda under the thumb myself... Then I saw things from..." he rolled his eyes up in thought, "Well, not a light... It was more like the opposite..." he looked back to Lustlie with a grin. "Way I see it, there's always gonna be someone who's got ya by the short and curlies, though that shouldn't stop ya having fun, right? Long as we get our work in we should play just as hard, yeah?" he posited, that cheshire grin growing all the more mischeavious.<br><br>"Hey, y'know what!" he added, as if a light bulb lit behind his eyes, "After school or like... whenever... We should have a party, round the dorms, a get together for people to meet and schmooze and couple up or something!" Folding his arms around his chest, looking very pleased of himself for what was a pretty cliched and unoriginal idea, truth be told he looked to Lustlie, "You seem a pleasantly good listener... A very perfectly adequate monster indeed... So you're bound to have some friends outside of myself to invite to something like that, right?" he announced, his voice being somewhat more projecting as if he was suddenly making it very obvious he was doing an open invite to the whole creepateria to a party that wasn't even existing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 21:28:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/xPDuY2P.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Lustlie Infernus<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Incubus<br><strong>Age: </strong> 19<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week One | Monday mid-day (lunch break)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Damon/Open<br><hr><br>"Wingman?" Lustlie looked confusedly at Damon's wings. They <em>looked</em> functional - why would he need a wingman? It was clearly a term he wasn't familiar with. <br><br>He wanted to step away from the wall, step away from Damon, but Damon was <em>too close</em>...&nbsp; Another wave of lust, more powerful than the first, washed through the area. The couples that had been doing light petting were starting to get undressed, and that would unquestionably get one of the Teachers, or a Hall Monitor, to take notice of what was going on - and who was nearby. <br><br>"I, uh, I..." He stammered out, "Party...." He was nervous enough that he'd agree to anything at this point. "I, maybe... WriteitdownI'llbethereokay?" He sidled along the wall toward the door, away from the sexually-loaded mishap, away from <em>Damon</em>. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 18:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Tumblr_nw6ns6a6Ju1rygoy3o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Phoebe Jeebies<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Arachne<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Week 1 Monday Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Damon, Open<br><hr><br>"Party at your place?" There she was, hands on her hips, arms crossed, a finger thoughtfully to her fang, and also texting the good news. This was one student who didn't shy from the long shadows of imperious demon wings, and in fact seemed to prefer it there, under a shroud of gloom. The kind of girl who owned a parasol. "Sounds pandemonium. Everyone says demon parties are the craziest, loudest, dirtiest parties around." She'd peeled off from her clique- and they were a clique, watching her and him now with kohl-eyed sneers that promised everything but gave nothing. Would they show up? Didn't they have something better to do, like washing their hair in buoyant, breezy, amazonian magic?<br><br>"Not the kind of place ghouls like us should go without chauffeur." It didn't matter what Damon was planning, not really. Phoebe Jeebies never bothered to ask. What was important was that no matter what she and her friends showed up to do, it would be someone else's mess, in someone else's dorm, and come morning, they could all just disappear and leave some boy's life rolled over in the ditch. She smiled with all her eyes. "But if you don't have somebody making snacks and picking out music, maybe we could bring something by."<br><br>It must have come across as lame, the sort of cultured torture a teenage boy needed to endure just to get laid. This was a girl enrolled in classical song with Opretta and the sirens, by all accounts a well-mannered, obedient, daylight-fearing monster. Not yet common knowledge was that the hitch in her shoulder that had her shrugging a spaghetti bra strap was put there lugging the grungiest, the raunchiest, the most Ed Roth scream queen backup guitar round secret gigs and backyard venues. "What time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 18:48:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Damon Deville<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Fallen Angel<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Monday Morning.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lustlie's exit, then Pheobe/Open to anyone coming by.<br><hr><br>Damon looked into his uniform trouser pocket to grab a his pocket notepad to write some details down as Lustlie suggested before noticing the incubus had left when he finall pulled it out... "Huh..." he breathed out, "Guess I'll just post it on the school noticeboard when I figure it all out..." he shrugged. He was alerted then to the question of a party at his place and swivelled on his seat to see a cute Arachne girl in dark purple and pink by his side. He grinned up to the girl, "That's the plan!" he beamed back to her initial question. He patted the seat next to him for her to take a seat by him, this was the first party he somehow managed to get himself into planning, he figured he needed all the help he could get!<br><br>"Pandaemonium... I like that! I should totally call it that!" Damon burst out, scribbling the word down on his notepad, "Yep, I'm sure hoping it's all those things and more! Like wild... Every party should be wild right?" he grinned and as if a light bulb pitched over his head, he made a little arrow near the P in Pandaemonium and put 'Wild' next to that in big capitol letters... By then he was noticing how Pheobe was being quite forthcoming and he shoved his notepad away... "Well, yeah..." he nervously grinned, "I mean, ah... Maybe I could be your show-fer, right?" Whether or not it was Damon feigning ignorance at the term chaffeur or not, that was probably the most blunt he'd ever shown interest to going somewhere with a girl, though he wasn't one for beating around the bush, at least not since his more 'angelic days'. "I'm Damon, what's your name?" he finally offered, extending a hand out. It was nebulous whether he'd shake or kiss whatever was offered in return by the angle of his wrist...<br><br>"I'd sure want the right stuff there so ghouls as pretty as your fine self will come and fill the dorms out!" he smiled, "Maybe we could even do a bring a bottle thing? Wild parties and all that, though I'm sure I can sort out some stuff there for people who don't do that... I mean, you can help if you'd like to, though I'd like you to have fun sooo..." he let out, probably allowing him some small amount of time to actually breath, if fallen angels needed to do so... "You can come by the dorms whenever you like, I'll make sure I'll be there at least!" he added. Another fairly clear allusion to some naughty activity by himself, that big cheshire grin spreading across his face once more. It was probably as subtle as Damon could ever get...
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				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>15-04-2017, 20:41:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Tumblr_nw6ns6a6Ju1rygoy3o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Phoebe Jeebies<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Arachne<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Week 1 Monday Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Damon, Open<br><hr><br>"Phoebe." The listless weaver's hand she gave him wasn't much of an investment. She had five more to work with, and no concept of a dominant hand. Whatever he intended to do with the spare was germane so long as she received it back in one piece. "You can't announce a party that way. I mean, you can, but you shouldn't. Don't you have a...?" The coffin-shaped phone she'd been using to spread the word wiggled at him, shaking its airbrushed charm dangle like a little tail. Texts were coming in.<br><br>She sat down, crossed her legs. The umbrella ruffle of her skirt didn't much abide gravity. "First, we text my girls standing over there, so they know what's up." Idle fingers twirled threads of black and pink from her pigtails. "Then we text gossip ghost, who's going to pass the word along." Weaving fingers stretched once, and she'd built a cat's cradle. Twice, and she was assembling a web. "Next is Toralei. If she knows about a party you weren't invited to, she's going to rub it in for sure. Your party's out there now, it's so tantalizing, it could be anything."<br><br>The notifications puling up made her smile, but Phoebe didn't have the time to answer them one by one. Just enough details to entice. Damon, the new boy. Pandemonium. Teens only. Bring a bottle. "Then we grab a fearleader. Somebody with a boyfriend. She'll bring a single ghoul to set up with someone." Web finished, she looked up from her work. "Girl politics aren't that complicated. You just have to understand how everybody relates to everybody else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 02:24:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Damon Deville<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Fallen Angel<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Monday Morning.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Pheobe/Open.<br><hr><br>Damon gave Pheobe's hand a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement and let it go. Damon blinked at her mention of the coffin-shaped phone. "Sure, I got one..." he grinned, pulling an out of his pocket a very out of date looking device shaped like a set of fangs, "It's a flip-fang!" he grinned, thinking himself as the most hipster cool person there in the creepateria for still having one. "Charges fully in two hours and battery lasts for a full week..." he bragged, "No nighty charges and running out of charge come the late afternoon for this daring devil!". The dialogue of the metaphorical web that Pheobe seemed to have full knowledge of seemed to blur by Damon some however...<br><br>"So we need to get a fearleader interested then?" Damon pondered, "One who has a boyfiend too... Then I guess he'll bring his fellas and then other creepers who'll want to be seen as cool will wanna come too, right?" he asked. "Firstly... You're amazing... Secondly... Which fearleader d'ya reckon will take the bait?" he added. It was a lot of questions to ask a ghoul, though Damon figured he could learn a thing or two from Pheobe and how easy it seemed to hook the other students into this already, why it was only a minute ago he thought all this up! "I'm guessing the head fearleader will probably be the real prize to hook into this gathering, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2017, 04:27:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Tumblr_nw6ns6a6Ju1rygoy3o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Phoebe Jeebies<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Arachne<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Week 1 Monday Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Damon, mentioning Cleo de Nile, Open<br><hr><br>Oh, no. A flip phone. She'd heard of such beasts next to tales of rotary dials and beepers. "Yeah, that's really cool." The words blew through her like a hollow reed, mortified. "You should get one that does apps if you want to stay current. It's okay to live in a totally bare bones dorm room and sleep in a cardboard coffin if you can be socially relevant with a good phone." She held hers before her heart as a sleek AMOLED window to her punk rock soul. "This is a monster's secret world."<br><br>Just a quick peek around to make sure none of the faculty were listening in. Phoebe was a pro at that, with so many eyes to go around, but there were always those teachers who were spectral, or invisible, or monitoring the halls through animal familiars. It paid to be extra careful. She pulled Damon in close. "When my band finds a gig like your party, I post it up on my InstaScream. Everybody who follows gets a blip on the app, and we all know where we're going after 8th period."<br><br>"Say you want to hook up. What'd you say your type was, cheerleaders and babes? Go make a profile on TasteBloods, your phone makes the match for you. Do a little flirting in SnapBat, send her your creature feature, and it's off to the catacombs. All the evidence gets deleted by magic or something."<br><br>"Cleo," she announced finally, excitably, already pulling up the name. "It's got to be Cleo de Nile. She's going to know who's single in her squad, and she's too jealous not to show." Phoebe was already texting the dirty details.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monster High - Dorms and Classrooms (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 01:55:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Damon Deville<br><strong>Monster: </strong> Fallen Angel<br><strong>Age: </strong> 18<br><strong>Day and Time:</strong> Monday Morning.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Creepateria<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Pheobe, mentioning Cleo, Open.<br><hr><br>Damon shrugged, "Well, it calls and texts and I have a few apps on there, I like it's antiquated charm!" he smiled and looked at the phone lovingly before repocketing it. He listened in to Pheobe's explanation of apps, at first he followed along though was quickly buried under all the different names and types she listed off. To say that Damon was quiet and insular before as a pure angel was perhaps an understatement, so this was all new to him though he didn't live completely under a rock, so he had heard of these things at least. He nodded along as the cute goth-punk Arachne explained it all. He once again pulled out his small writing pad and even took notes of the ones mentioned...<br><br>"I guess I'll leave the invite for her to you, I figure she'll be more interested if you come by and mention your band than the newer guy asking if she wants to come to a party... Plus, I'd rather not risk her boy-fiend getting the wrong idea and trying to kick my ass!" he laughed. "I guess with all that sorted now, I was wondering if you were gonna come by with anyone? I mean if a ghoul is worried about not having a guy and all and me being the dude hosting and all..." he trailed along as an offer. "Got anything planned until tonight? I mean, if you were busy with your band maybe you'd like an audience of me if you don't have the time alone?"
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