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 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:27 am
Things go bump in the night, most people know this but tend to ignore them. Making believe that the creatures you have heard about in your nightmares are made up. This is not the case, you know these things exist for the fact that... your parents ARE those creatures.
That also means YOU happen to be one of those creatures. These beasts of nightmares and horror kings and queens.
But not yet
Even the monsters of legend had to go to school. And so do you. Homework, friends that are one of a kind, and festive fun await you in the hallowed halls of Full Moon Academy for the Paranormal.
So get your books, your bag, and a sense of creepy excitement because there are always little tricks and surprises around every corner of Full Moon. Can you handle it?
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:13 am
It was a dark and cloudy night, the moon was full and casting an eerie glow over the objects below. A stream of silvery light shines down onto a lone bench on a dark street. It was the one and only bus stop that would take the patrons to the Academy.
And it just so happens that there is a young girl waiting. Her long raven like black hair hangs half over her face allowing only one green/yellow eye to show through. Her lashes are long and the eyeshadow she wears is a deep purple. Her lips are painted a deep velvet color and she looks as if she is playing a guitar. In her hands she holds an acoustic guitar plucking the strings playfully. The music seems almost hypnotic. She wears a pair of black jeans that are torn in the knees and a purple and black stripped shirt. From the holes in her jeans she is also wearing purple and back striped socks.
So innocent looking, and yet there is something strange about her. I wonder if she will be alone for long on such a foreboding night.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:11 pm
Not far down from the bus stop, a high-class vintage car from sometime in the 40s pulled up to the curb and a large figure emerged from the backseat, obviously shifting the weight of the vehicle. As the figure waved goodbye to the car, he turned around toward the bus stop. As he approached, it slowly became obvious that he is something… different.
A good 7, maybe 7’ 5” tall, and quite bulky on the muscular side. His scalp is covered mostly by neatly combed blonde waves, but the right side is short, black and “untamable” in nature; his eyebrows matched the multi tone of his hair with one looking more arched than the other. His nose is on the larger side, but straight, and his chin is strong with his smile perking slightly towards the left with a set of well-cared for teeth behind. To compliment this strange mix of features is a patchwork of skin neatly stretched across his form in a way that looks almost natural. One skin tone after another make for his complete look with light scars running between them (from the stitches that have long since been removed). But though the moonlight came his eyes. His right? A light blue. His left? A hazel-brown. Both clear and emitting a faint glow.
That’s right. He’s a “Construct”. A result of his father’s hard work in improving another such experiment once practiced by a particular scientist… only this one had a different rearing, a different education, and a different purpose. It was difficult to place him in school because he was considered “Alive” and of no real paranormal properties (except the glowing eyes and the extreme tolerance for electrocution). He just made the billing by the phrase “Re-animated”, joined with a long line of horror movie stereotypes that have since developed around his particular situation.
As he came within view of the bus stop, he stalled slightly. A girl! Going to the same school? He hoped so. He took a second to study her as he came closer, pulling out an earphone of his music player, and gripping harder onto his large suitcase and a big wooden supplies box.
“Good evening.” he said softly. His voice wasn’t the smoothest, with a hint of some sort of European accent in there, but the polite nature of his words were clear. “My name is Peterli Rottenmeir.” he said as he stepped up to the girl, offering his large hand in greeting. There was something hinting at nerves in his manner, almost as if he had practiced the line... a lot. “Might I ask your name?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:34 pm
*Zandra looked up at the large construct and her visible eye widened a bit. The thing was gigantic.*
"Uh, yeah hi. My name is Zandra." *she tentatively took his hand in return.*
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Aiyana_of_Limdule Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:55 am
A pale skinned little girl with long brunette locks, no bigger than a 5 yr old peered around the giant. Her eyes were black and cheeks rosy red against her porcelain skin. The girl wore the cutest poofy red velvet dress, complete with frills and a bow tied in the back.
She giggled as she looked up at Peterli and then across to Zandra.
Yes, she's a creepy little girl. One of the creepiest anyone might see. People might even call her demonic looking for a little girl.
A gleam flashes over her eyes and she smiles wide.
"He's cute. I bet he'll be the tallest in the class."
She giggles again in her child-like voice.
"I'm Cherry Hill. What's your names?"
Looks back up at Peterli and grins.
"Please don't say Lurch? That would be pretty cliche."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:59 pm
Peterli, a bit shaken at the Porcelain-Doll-like girl that just popped up behind him had forgotten he had been holding Zandra's hand. His grip wasn't hard, nor too strong that she couldn't pull her own out. He had excelent control... and it had taken him a long time to achive it. "It is a... pleasure..." Peterli finished his introduction to Zandra and then turned his head to Cherry, "And no... it is not Lurch... thank goodness. Peterli, Peterli Rottenmeir." He stopped for a moment as he thought of shaking the new girl's hand, only to remember the current occupant in his palm. "AH! I am sorry Miss Zandra! I... I tend to do that... it is just that... a... yes. Sorry." He finished his nervous speach with a gentlemanly peck on the back of her hand and then released her, a faint red colorling over his cheeks. Then he slowly turned toward the smaller one. "Miss Hill? Well met." As he offered his hand to Cherry only to smirk at the amusing difference in size between them. "Are you... a Doll?" he asked. There was no ill intent at all in his words, in fact it was flat out curiosity, as if he had expected a wind-up key behind the girl. Suddenly his face flashed red as he stiffened up. "Forgive my rudeness!" he cried.
He stood stright up with his shoulders squared for a few silent moments as his flushed face slowly faded back to normal. He turned between the two girls. "I am sorry. I am not used to these more... casual encounters." He left it at that and stood quietly, hoping that the conversation would change or another would show up.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:49 pm
*Zandra stared at the place where the construct had kissed her hand. It was odd by any standards. Especially in today's day and age. She looked at the very small girl and stifled a laugh. She had been told by her mother that she would meet all sorts of beings, but a midget or living doll or what ever she was seemed to be playing hard on her sense of humor. She looked down at her guitar and sighed then looked up at Peterli.*
"Hey stretch, don't be rude, let the porcelain princess sit down. Before her ankles crack or something."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:54 am
Cherry dropped her smile and looked very much offended.
"Hey, I'm not a freakin' doll you know and I'm not week! I know I'm little, but seriously!"
She scoffed and threw her head/nose to the side, closing her eyes while doing so.
"Well, are you two going to apologize for your ill treatment? Where ARE your manners?"
Cherry opened her eyes, keeping her nose up in the air to the side. She glanced from one to the other, checking if they were going to speak or were even looking at her.
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Aiyana_of_Limdule Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:49 pm
As if something deep inside his mind just clicked, Peterli clicked his heels and took a slight bow toward Cherry. "Please take a seat." He said.
After another moment of silence, he took a more casual glance to the two. "So... what might you two be going to school to study? I am looking to Alchemy. ... natually." He finished with a slight chuckle.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 1:37 pm
Cherry grinned wide and sat without a word. She fiddled with her dress the make sure that it was in place while she sat on the bench. She listened tentatively to Peterli as he begin to talk about classes. When he mentioned Alchemy it sparked something in her and she scrutinized him with narrowed eyes for a moment and again grinned wildly.
"Well Pete, I dare say that's one of my top pics, Alchemy. There is so much in that field that I am dying to know. Although, I would like to see all that there is to offer from this school. It seems a fine institute and I'd like to... take advantage of... of... all it has to... to offer that is. Yeah!"
Glances from the corner of her eye to Zandra while all the while keeping her big childish googly eyes on Peterli.
"So Zanzan, what about you sweetie? Witchcraft? Oh terribly sorry, that was quite presumptuous of me. What's your interests at the school?"
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Aiyana_of_Limdule Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 12:33 pm
*Zandra's one visible eye widened and then narrowed with the name of "ZanZan." The rage that welled behind her gaze would have been enough to kill Cherry if she wasn't already dead. Her lips narrowed so thinly that they almost seemed to vanish and she turned three shades of red. Her grip tightened on her guitar and huffed.*
"My Name is Zandra! Not ZanZan, Not Z, not anything. Zandra you got that blood bag?"
*She looked at Peterli and frowned then stood up and moved towards the bus stops sign.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 1:06 pm
Cherry held back a creeping smile that wanted to spread across her face. She bit her lip as she Listened to Zandra fume. She jumped up and stood by the bench calling after Zandra.
"Oh come on! Zan-Zan, you're over reacting... I'm mean Zandra. Crap. Zan-Z.... Zandra wait?"
Knowing she was thoroughly pissed at her for the nickname she turned to Peterli.
"So... was it really that bad? You don't mind if I call you Pete do you?"
Cherry put on a pout face, totally cute and maybe practiced.
"So where did you say your from?"
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Aiyana_of_Limdule Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 9:12 pm
"Ah... um... uh... oh kein." he mummbled as he watched the escapade between the two girls. "Pete..." he softly said in response to Cherry's name for him and rolled it around his mind for a second "Es ist besser als Peterli..." he continued. Looking to Cherry and glancing to Zandra, he leaned down. "I think it would be wise to get to know someone before you give them a... a... spitzname? uh... Ah! Nickname! Before you give them a nickname. Yes. That is the word." he finished as he confirmed his vocabulary.
"In the meantime... I am not far from here. Just up the hill and around the bend. The old brick manor. Father, Hugo, Theodore and I have recently returned from Europe where my... our... hmm... where we are from." he gave a side glance and scratched his cheek with his fore-finger. Given that most of him wasn't originally in the family line he wasn't so sure how close he could call his ancesters from his father. He gave a light shake of the head and looked back to Zandra by the busstop.
His first social meeting outside of the closed circle of mad scientists he was familiar with wasn't going as smoothly as he hoped. "Entschuldigen Sie mich, Verlust." he said softly as he padded Cherry's head with his hand. He paused and looked to her, then checked himself. "I am sorry... 'Please excuse me, Miss.'"
He walked closer to Zandra and stood for a moment. "Miss Zandra? Are you alright?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 5:27 pm
As Peterli went to Zandra's side to console her, Cherry dropped the cute little girl act. Her cute smile turned into a frowning sneer.
Cherry then rolled her eyes and gave up on the sneer and sat down talking to herself.
"Even my un-life is a lonely one. Doesn't matter how long you've lived, you never get the hang of talking to people. In fact, I think you get worse at it."
Cherry brought her legs up onto the bench, cross-legged. One of her elbows were supported on her knee and her head in her hand.
Cherry stared at Peterli & Zandra and their awkwardness.
"Whatever."
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Aiyana_of_Limdule Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:50 pm
*Zandra caught her breath as she felt Peterli coming behind her and as he spoke she shivered. She didn't understand why, but there was something about him that made her... uneasy. She gripped her guitar tighter and turned to face Peterli but not realizing how close he was found her nose to chest with the large construct. Her green/yellow eyes looked upward until she met Peterli's and her face turned crimson.*
"I'm .. er... watch where you're walking huh stretch?" she swallowed hard and stumbled around him to sit at the bus stop next to Cherry awash in her own thoughts.*
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