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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 22:50:07 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm terrified of dropping that damn thing, so you do it. I'll do the stomping." She gave a little shake, trying to get out the nerves. "Ok, I'm ready." She flashed him a bright grin.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 23:11:44 GMT -5
"You sure? Still time to turn back. I won't judge," he promised with a reassuring smile. How could he? He was scared of countless things, just not boarding-school girls and their teachers.
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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 23:16:46 GMT -5
She smirked at him, quirking a brow. "Oh, I'm not backing down, honey, don't worry." She moved to the middle of the attic, poised for clomping. "Ready when you are." She winked at him and blew him a kiss, just because she could.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 23:31:37 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. He couldn't help it. She was so damn determined.
He hoisted the lamp up by the rope, pried open the rusty old tower window, and lowered it down toward a window directly below. "Now," he whispered just as it reached the window level, and he began to swing it rapidly back and forth.
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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 23:37:28 GMT -5
Script clunked along the floor, dragging her feet as weel, making it sound like heavy footsteps. She'd stop and wait a few beats before continuing, biting her lip to keep from laughing. She looked at him, meeting his eyes and grinning.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 21, 2011 23:44:43 GMT -5
For a minute or so, there was silence. And then voices right below them, clear as day.
"OH! Did you hear that?"
"Hear what? Rose, are you making up stories again?"
"No, I heard--there it is again! Footsteps!"
"Don't be silly, I'm sure it's just--wait! What was that?"
"What!?"
"There! By the window!"
"I didn't see anythi--AAAHHH! A PHANTOM FLAME! IT'S THE GHOST OF OLIVIA WHITTAKER!"
As Goblin swung the lantern faster and Script stomped still louder, the whole tower dorm dissolved into shrieks and cries and pounding footsteps, as the girls doubtless tripped over each other trying to get out of the room. Goblin was willing to bet a couple of them swooned as well. By now, he was laughing so hard he could barely hold onto the lamp.
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Post by Script on Sept 21, 2011 23:48:44 GMT -5
Script couldn't control her giggles, even as he kept trying to shush him. "Goblin, careful! The lamp!" Just as she said it, she saw the rope slip from his fingers. Her eyes widened in horror as she lunged towards it. "No!"
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Post by Goblin on Sept 22, 2011 0:05:52 GMT -5
((*dies laughing*))
Goblin grabbed for the rope, too, but neither of them was fast enough. It fell right past the window, provoking yet another wave of shrieks from the girls still inside. He steeled himself and winced at the inevitable crash when it hit the ground.
He leaned out the window. It had smashed on the front path, the flame going right out. "Um..." He straightened up and looked guiltily at Script. "At least we didn't start a fire?"
And then there was a loud pounding below them, as if someone was knocking on a door...the dorm mother's door, perhaps? Goblin's heart gave a lurch, and he ran for the trapdoor, yanked it up, tossed down the ladder...and someone caught it. "Someone" being a large, scowling woman in a nightgown.
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Post by Script on Sept 22, 2011 0:15:44 GMT -5
((Hehehe))
Script winced, grimacing. She breathed out a small, "Oh, shit..." then looked at Goblin, eyes wide. She took a breath then straightened herself up, put on her best Catholic School Girl attitude, and popped down the stairs. "Oh, thank goodness, you found us! I was so worried we'd be locked up there for ages!" She climbed down the ladder, big innocent eyes looking at the dorm mother. "You see, Miss, this poor, helpless urchin boy was hungry and I just couldn't leave him on the streets. I know it's against policy, but I led him to the attic to sleep, but then the door stuck. Thank goodness you heard our banging for help." She grabbed his sleeve, brushing past the dorm mother and tugging him down the hall. "I'll just show him out. It'll never happen again!" She hissed at him then, "Run!" She turned and high-tailed it to the nearest exit.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 22, 2011 0:23:43 GMT -5
Goblin, who was helplessly laughing again, ran after her--but they had to run down three flights of stairs, and the dorm mother was hot on their heels. Apparently, their explanation, though hilarious, was not satisfactory.
"Script, how are you at sliding?" he yelled, and then, figuring he'd come back for her if she turned out to suck at it, he threw himself over the banister and went zooming out of sight.
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Post by Script on Sept 22, 2011 0:28:01 GMT -5
"Oh, Jesus, you've gotta be shittin' me!" She gave a bit of a whine, but followed suit, landing a little less than gracefully at the bottom of the stairs. "Go, go!" She gathered herself up and ran to the door.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 22, 2011 0:37:01 GMT -5
The dorm mother was way behind them by this point--Goblin had correctly surmised that dorm mothers did not slide down banisters--but with all the shouting, other teachers had been roused from rooms on other floors, and there were at least a dozen people running around, looking for the wayward student and her hungry street urchin.
Goblin could only dash after Script and hope like hell they were fast enough.
((And I guess I will go to bed, since my only signal is usually when Ershey goes to bed, haha. G'night! Ooh, and I'll probably send you a plotty PM tomorrow. ;D))
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Post by Script on Sept 22, 2011 0:44:34 GMT -5
((Haha, yay! Night!))
Script got to the door first, undoing the latch. She turned the knob. "Dammit, they lock it from the inside! Gimme just a sec." She pulled a pin out of her hair and immediately went to work on jimmying the lock. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew he'd be wondering just where in the hell she learned how to do that.
She heard voices getting closer. "Shit, thirty more seconds...got it!" She pulled open the door and ran out into the crisp night air, headed straight for the fence.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 22, 2011 8:34:44 GMT -5
"It's pretty damn late," Jack said with a laugh, "Lemme walk ya back? I ain't gonna let you go by yourself, not at this time of night anyways." Jack led her off the dance floor and then held out his hand to her.
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Post by Goblin on Sept 22, 2011 10:20:02 GMT -5
Goblin raised an eyebrow when he witnessed her lock-picking skills. So the girl had at least one secret after all! He was torn between delight and an odd feeling of disappointment--but considering the circumstances, delight won out. "Nice job!" he told her, running for the gate--and then screeched to a halt, grabbing her arm to stop her.
They'd posted a guard at the gate. A massive ogre of a guy who was probably some sort of groundskeeper and looked like he could eat them both for breakfast. He was currently looking in the other direction, but not for long. Goblin pulled Script behind a nearby clump of bushes. "He has to go away eventually," he whispered. "...right?"
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