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Post by Arual on Aug 28, 2008 11:36:26 GMT -5
The day after getting her first student; which was more annoying then exciting and full of fun, Cerria made her way downstairs. That's just how it was. Cerria moved half asleep into the teacher's lounge with a crimson swirl designed mug in her hand to get something to wake her up. (This was the first time in three hundred years she felt this terrible and unrested.)
The woman moved in her plad bottomed pants and loose long sleeve shirt meant for sleeping in over to the counter where the Mr. Coffe was, not caring if he was growling at her like a rabbid dog or not. She needed coffee, soda, something to get her up and ready for the new day full of classes. As she set her mug on the table, she flipped her long lavender hair all wavy and somewhat wet onto her back and out of her face. No shower could get her awake enough for this dreaded afternoon.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 28, 2008 15:12:53 GMT -5
"God, shut it off!" came a disgruntled voice from the couch. The loud snapping of the possessed coffee dispenser sent splitting screeches through Topper's ear drums that seemed to stab his brain. Obviously he had partied hardy the night before, judging by the trashcan full of various liquors. Even the Salvian leech, who was usually the sober one, atop his head unleashed a moan of pain from all of the noise.
Topper furiously ripped a pillow out from under his head and thrust it over his face to block out the noise and bring back the calming darkness of sleep, but to no avail. Nausea was an overwhelming feeling. Every muscle in his body attempted to restrain a flood of mucus and dinner from the night before, this with success, at least, for now.
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Post by Arual on Aug 28, 2008 15:22:52 GMT -5
Cerria looked over to the two hungover boys with a fiery gaze as if all hell was about to flood out and eat them from the inside out. "Shut up." Cerria hit the Mr. Coffee with her fist and it shut up along with the coffee spilling out, though it was a little cold; which wasn't terrible compared to breaking the machine itself.
The woman took her mug filled with the coffee and sat in a chair by the window which only let so much light through it as the sun came up. Why was there a class today, she thought to herself as one elbow went onto the table to hold her head up from the furniture that came to her chest line; as her back hunched over tremendously. Her hand pulled some of the longer bangs along the front of her face from getting in her golden hued eyes. This was not a good day.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 28, 2008 15:43:32 GMT -5
"Thank you lord..." the hungover Topper said as the coffee machine hopefully died from underneath his pillow mask. Topper experienced a momentary explosion of energy brought on by a feeling of inevitable vomit. It seemed to erupt faster than a volcano, and only by some divine power did he make it into an empty trash can. Contrary to many drunks and party animals, Topper was relatively 'quiet' with his and his stomach's business. Of course, 'quiet' meant that not the entire village heard it.
Topper snapped his fingers at the behemoth that had seemingly gone unnoticed in the dark corner of the room. The fish-crested helmed, body-builder stature 'man' handed Topper a napkin that the self-proclaimed rockstar used to wipe off any remnants from his face. As if a thank-you, Topper made a strange, low and deep gurgling-like sound from his throat that was received by the behemoth graciously. "Why you so dumpy? I don't remember you from the party last night," he said to Cerria; although, he didn't really remember much of anything from the party last night.
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Post by Arual on Aug 28, 2008 15:51:20 GMT -5
Cerria was quiet and took a sip of coffee that was too bitter before adding some lemon juice to it. "Why don't you sleep in your room and not stick up the lounge?" she replied with a bit of bite to her voice, still sleepy- but fierce all the same.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 29, 2008 14:19:30 GMT -5
"Because I'm already here," Topper said, influenced by being one-part sick and twelve-hundred parts lazy. He let out a sickly moan as he crawled back to the couch and weakly pulled himself up on it. "And plus, I always have a clean-up crew," he said as he emitted yet another deep gurgle-like noise from his throat. The thing replaced the bag in the trash can and sprayed some kind of magical air freshener to kill 99.9% of the germs in the air. The smell was oddly familiar, but no real name could be found for it, evident by the 'Smell X' label on the can.
Only in TMA was a brutal war machine reduced to house cleaning.
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Post by Arual on Aug 29, 2008 14:28:12 GMT -5
Cerria finished her coffee and made a popping sound echo as she put it back on the table. A sudden bucket of ice was dumped onto Topper by her own to hands as she walked back to the small sink for rinsing their mugs and whatnot out, and letting the water clean the inisde of her cup before she splashed some onto her face, her gold eyes alert now. "Well, learn how to move your ass into your own bed." she told him, still grumpy sounding.
((I love her. She's mean because everyone thinks she is, and she thinks its funny, so she acts that way for them. She's never like that though in true personality.. xD))
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Post by demonfire on Sept 3, 2008 19:35:02 GMT -5
"Maybe you c-could t-t-each me," Topper said through his chattering teeth. Even sick and freezing, he couldn't resist a line that! He threw off the now wet blanket and grabbed a warm one, feeling the warm beauty of a dry blanket on freezing skin. It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime feelings that could be experienced more than once in a lifetime, and it felt oh so good when it happened.
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Post by Arual on Sept 3, 2008 19:39:19 GMT -5
Cerria dumped the rest of the ice bucket onto Topper, only given that she used half the first time around. "Like this." she told him, forcing him to move his but to bed now that the only two blankets here were totally soaked with ice water.
((sorry it's short.....xD mental block))
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