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Post by Lucy on Mar 4, 2014 17:42:20 GMT -8
"Ah, hey Greg! Sorry, guess it just slipped my mind. Good to see you here though, at least I'll have someone I know who ISN'T an asshole," Simon said cheerfully. "Dumbledork smells like dirty underpants to you? Ohh, that's just perfect," he snickered. "I couldn't smell it on him over the scent of his blood, but now I've got more ammo to use against him." He smirked over in Ashe's direction, then turned back to his roommate.
"I guess you haven't really met him before, huh? That's Ashe, my douchebag wizard lab partner. I think I've told you about him before, haven't?" The vampire paused and thought a moment, trying to remember if Greg had been one of the people he'd complained about Ashe to.
A pair of large, shiny eyes framed by flowing white hair peeked around the edge of the open doorframe. "Ehm... 'ave I got tha right place? This is the sleepo'er, ri'?" a lilting, Irish-accented voice said. Delvin stepped fully into the doorway, wearing a long nightshirt and carrying a bag over his shoulder.
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Post by Tek-Ton on Mar 5, 2014 21:45:05 GMT -8
"Simon, you realize nobody was MAKING you come here, right? If you don't like the host, why be the parasite?" Greg reasoned with a dash of condescension. He quickly swept any dust of debris from beneath the bed, as he could plainly see he wasn't going to leave anytime soon with such a crowd, before realizing that the beefcake of a puffball had been talking to him. "O-oh, er, hello. My name is Gregory. Sorry I can't greet you more properly, but have you seen the amount of dust down here? I'm shocked this guy isn't covered in mites. Delicious, alergy indusing mites. . ." he continued his efforts of waging war against dust bunny kind. "And as for activities, I'm clueless. Never been to a party before."
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Post by Lucy on Mar 5, 2014 21:54:26 GMT -8
Simon's mouth split into a cynical grin. "Dude, parasite's literally part of my definition. Besides, I may think Ashe has more sticks up his ass and straws in his head than a scarecrow, but fuck if I don't love fucking with the guy. It's so fun to piss him off, you should try it sometime." He plopped down on the bed that his reptilian roommate was sweeping under. "What're you doing, anyways? I don't think cleaning the host's room is a very typical party activity. Aren't we supposed to, like, get drunk and play truth or dare and have pillow fights or something? Or is that just for chick sleepovers?"
((don't wanna have delvin come in w/o being acknowledged it'd be kind of awkward. salma we need dalton))
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Post by Alesia on Mar 6, 2014 17:26:40 GMT -8
((wow i've really been neglecting this rp))
"I'm going to pretend like I don't hear your shit talking over there, Edward." Ashe shot a glare at Simon and turned his attention to the peculiar naiad boy who had just stepped into the doorway. "Yes, you're at the right place, friend. Welcome to the party."
"Yo." A deathly pale head full of messy curly hair phased through the floor. He scanned around the room to assess the number of partygoers and how much time it would take him to grab a good amount of snacks before heading out of the room before it became too packed with people. Gilligan wasn't really into socializing. "I take it this is the sleep over? Cool. Where's the grub?" He said before completely phasing his entire body through the floor and planting his feet onto the carpet.
Ashe stared at the new arrival. "Well, I suppose that's one way to enter. Welcome to the party and the snacks," Ashe raised both of his hands and a bowl filled with chips appeared in each hand with a puff of purple smoke. "are right here. Please try not to make a mess and I won't maim you."
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