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Post by daisy jackson on Jan 10, 2013 17:07:27 GMT -5
The public washroom was not the ideal hang-out, and Daisy was not particularly happy to be found there - especially because he was not currently in te men's washroom, but the women's. However, he was a man on a mission, and he was willing to sacrifice his dignity and pride, and potentially his reputation, for money.
It was quite jading , really to be exposed to the harsh reality that society never wanted him to know: girls do poo. In fact, Daisy had a suspicion that the girl's washroom was actually dirtier than the boy's washroom, which he hadn't even thought physically possible for any place until this day. Resisting the childish urge to plug his nose, Daisy made his way straight to the end stall. If he had believed in any god he certainly would have prayed for them to ascertain that no one would enter the washroom and see him. Or, even worse, begin to "do their business" while he could hear (and smell) it.
Standing carefully on the u-bend of the toilet after carefully locking the stall door, Daisy reached up to the single window in the bathroom. He carefully pulled it open, trying to be as quiet as possible. He began to feel around in the somewhat tall grass just outside the window , looking for a package that was meant to have been left for him. After a minute or so of feeling around to no avail, Daisy stuttering muttering to himself, severely irritated. "it was supposed to be right here," he said, lefting himself up onto his toes to reach farther.
The effort was rewarded by his fingers finally scraping against the edge of a plastic bag. He gripped desperately at the loose packaging and then lost his balance. He let out a shrill yelp as he toppled over sideways, crashing right into the stall door. Under his weight the lock snapped and the door fell completely off its hinges, slamming dramatically on the ground with Daisy on top of it. |
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Post by nanashi on Jan 10, 2013 21:51:29 GMT -5
but that's what i do
A N D I P L A N O N E A T I N G Y O U S L O W L Y
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Nanashi was a responsible student and generally a pretty good girl. If it wasn’t for her nasty habit of eating other people, you could easily send her off to a normal, human school without too much of a worry. People seemed to pick up on that, often going to the tiny Japanese girl with their concerns and problems, hoping she would be able to offer a solution. To her credit, she did have a solution to most problems - living for several hundred years gives one many opportunities to experience things, after all, even if you spent those years in a graveyard. Obviously, there were certain issues Nanashi couldn’t help with, mainly ones that concerned things she deemed impractical (“How do I get a boyfriend?” “Should I buy a touch-screen or a flip-top?”) and the most common complaint Nanashi received was also the one she had no idea how to solve; boys.
It wasn’t proper for a young lady to socialize with too many men, especially when she was unmarried. Oddly enough, whenever she mentioned this to her fellow students, they always laughed it off, telling the foreign student how cute she was, even when she wasn’t joking. So, it was rather uncomfortable for her when she was jumped by a senior - a poltergeist, if she recalled - in tears, screaming for Nanashi to ‘get rid of that pervert’ as she shoved her towards the female sector of the public washroom. Americans. What strange people. Regardless, Nanashi did pride herself on her sparkling record of service, and as long as she was already in the bathroom, she may as well see what the issue was.
The bandaged girl glanced around, trying to see what the fellow ghost was so upset about. Hm. Nothing out of the ordinary; just stalls, sinks and-- Oh. A blush rose to her cheeks, almost illuminating her bandages as she stared at the boy on the floor. Surely this was what had frightened that poor senior, earlier. A man in the women’s toilets certainly was a shocking thing for any girl to see, and with Nanashi’s intense sense of virtue, it was almost enough to have her keel over and die, but, she had a job, and as vice-president of the student council, it was her duty to protect her classmates, no matter how horrifying the situation may be to her.
”Excuse me,”[/i] Nanashi begun, her polished school shoes clicking against the bathroom tiles as she approached the fallen boy, stopping three steps away from him. “You are in the wrong washroom.” Her voice faltered, slightly, barely breaking as she finished her sentence. “And you have frightened a fellow student.” And her, but no need to mention that. [/blockquote][/size][/color] ______________________________________________________ CREDIT; layout by beellzz from CAUTION |
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Post by daisy jackson on Jan 11, 2013 12:07:50 GMT -5
now i wanna feel your hand and lose my heart on the burning sands
now i wanna be your dog
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At first, Daisy's ecstasy at having safely recovered his package served as a numbing agent that blocked the pain. It was the shrill voice of a girl that cut through his happy disconnect from reality. Apparently there had been a girl in the washroom the whole time after all, whom he had frightened. Well, at least she wasn't experiencing the pain he was. He was trying to take inventory of his bones and appendages. He felt a burning sensation from basically his entire body, and he was wondering if that was something he should go to the nurse for. If he had broken any bones - well, then certain other students would be facing the consequences.
As soon as his bones healed, of course.
He experimented with his fingers, which were all working quite nicely, and he chose to optimistically believe that this meant his arms were neither broken nor severed from his body completely. With a dramatic groan Daisy peeled himself off the ground. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the nearest sink and was relieved to see that his body did not look deformed in any (new) way. Unfortunately he still looked pretty non-human in the teeth and ears department. The only thing wrong with him that he could see was a nose bleed. Admittedly a heavy one, but Daisy had certainly dealt with worse.
The girl had continued to make her speech, so Daisy rounded on her next. "I know it's the girl's room, I'm not stupid," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. He shuffled back to his stall and started pulling huge amounts of toilet paper of the roll. He wadded them up and shoved them at his nose, which actually hurt quite a lot. He let out a feral growl as a twinge of pain went through him. "Oh god, I hope it's not broken," he said out loud. He assumed the girl had left to tell a teacher that he was causing mischief or something.
He continued poking at his nose gingerly, wincing everytime it hurt him. He was debating between going to nurse, which would require an excuse for how he had broken his nose, and going straight to his scheduled meeting where he would be making some substantial cash. Speaking of, he whirled around, realising he had dropped the plastic bag at some point. He snatched it off the floor and held it close to him like a raccoon with a prized piece of garbage.
The problem with going to the nurse's office was that she would probably assume he'd be fighting again. He'd been warned that any more "misbehavior" would result in some "serious consequences." Last time there had been serious consequences, Daisy'd been assigned as a dishwasher in the meal hall. Part-time jobs built character, he'd been told. Then he'd been fired for throwing a plate at his supervisor.
With his wadded toilet paper slowly soaking through with blood, Daisy turned to find that the girl who'd walked in was.... really creepy. A shiver went down his spine at the sight of her bandaged face. Something about her old-fashioned school uniform made him distinctly uncomfortable. "Do you have a problem?" Daisy snarled, but he was much more defensive than he wanted to admit.
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