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Post by Vanellope on Nov 30, 2013 20:39:43 GMT
[Sucky title ^^" Anyway, third September; lunchtime, open to anyone]
She was still having trouble getting used to this.
The fact that she could walk about in public without being shunned and reviled would have been strange enough for Vanellope to be going on with. So used was she to being the outcast who no-one else believed was meant to exist that for her initial days here, the girl had gone out of her way to avoid anyone else before she had caught on to the fact that most people here treated her... well, normally. Still, Vanellope was wary; if anyone found out she was a glitch, she didn't think their tolerance would last anywhere near as long. So far, she had done all she could to keep her glitching under control, but the girl knew it wouldn't last forever; her control over it was minimal, at best.
And that wasn't the only major difference from back in Sugar Rush - quite apart from the fact that everything wasn't made out of candy, Vanellope was still trying to get used to wearing something other than her typical hoodie. It wasn't every day that she got offered new clothes - in fact prior to her arrival here, it had been never - so Vanellope had, in her excitement, gone for the entire outfit; optional extras like the tie included. Although for comfort's sake, now that she was in the uniform, she wore her top button undone and her tie not quite up tight - she kinda liked breathing, thanks.
Currently, Vanellope was standing on tiptoes to see over the dining hall counter as she tried to decide what to choose for lunch. There was so much choice, and so little of it that was familiar; back in Sugar Rush, everyone basically lived off nothing but sweets, seeing as how the entire world was made up of them. Given that her experience of food began and ended there, Vanellope wasn't sure how much of what was before her actually looked appetising, and she certainly didn't know what out of it she might like. Glitched girl frowned, wondering just how she was supposed to make this decision.
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Post by Angel on Nov 30, 2013 21:04:42 GMT
Vanellope wasn't the only one having a bit of a time getting used to the way things were.
A certain stray was making her way through the dining hall with blue eyes darting this way and that. After being on the streets so long, Angel had been taught not to trust anything without knowing for certain it was safe. She had been given a home in the dorms, it was true, but the golden-furred female just didn't know if it was a for good home or not. She almost expected to wake up at any given moment and find herself back in the junkyard with Buster going on and on about how she was 'his girl'. A huff and a roll of her eyes followed as she decided to just get on with it. Free food wasn't a normal part of her existence, so she should get it while the getting was good.
Suddenly, Angel came to a stop and looked Vanellope's way. A human? By herself? Angel tilted her head to the side and pondered for a moment about whether or not she should advance further. This human appeared young, and if Angel was unmistaken there was a sort of similar aura about her. Maybe this girl understood...?
Again, Angel shook her head. There was no way a human could understand what it was like to be a stray. Besides, she didn't think this human would take much of a shine to her in the first place. After being rejected five times already, Angel had little doubt that it was hopeless to think she'd ever find a home. But still... She couldn't help but feel drawn to Vanellope for some reason. It was worth a shot, at any rate. So, Angel crept forward and joined the nine-year-old at the counter. Since Angel was a rather small dog, though, she couldn't see what was on the counter. Time to ask.
"Hey... Anything good up there?"
Who was she kidding? To a stray, any food was better than none at all. No matter what was being served, it would be better than the scraps she survived on normally.
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Post by Vanellope on Nov 30, 2013 22:12:49 GMT
"Haven't a clue," Vanellope shrugged, her answer completely truthful in spite of how unusual it must seem. Giving her toes a rest for the moment, the girl turned to see who had addressed her, and was mildly surprised to see a small dog dressed in the same colour uniform as her own. Though only mildly; next to walking candy people, a talking dog really wasn't all that weird. "Who're you?" she asked, only mindly interested. She could tell a little already; she knew the canine's circle, and she could work out her problem almost instantly; she was much, much too short to reach the counter.
Maybe they could help each other? She ignored the impulse that, had Angel been another kid, would have been warning her much more forcefully that she should keep her distance for fear of her glitching being discovered. But dogs were supposed to love humans unconditionally, weren't they? That's what she'd gathered, at least. Maybe even in spite of what everyone else saw as a flaw, like her nature as a glitch... Vanellope chewed her lip momentarily, then decided that the risk was worth it. Wasn't as if she'd completely open herself to the small dog, no way; but she could be a bit kinder to the canine. Helping Angel could work to her advantage, anyway.
"Here, d'you want to see? Maybe you can tell me what's good or not."
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Post by Angel on Nov 30, 2013 22:35:18 GMT
Angel wasn't about to question how she and a human could communicate, either. It seemed that the whole of the school was able to communicate with one another with ease, and this made it all the easier for her to get by. She didn't mind Vanellope's question about who she was, either. Their uniforms matched in color, so she could guess they were in the same circle. They just hadn't had the opportunity to speak yet.
"I'm Angel," she said. In any other situation, Angel might not have been so willing to actually trust Vanellope. She'd been rejected far too many times to open her heart so willingly, and she kind of wondered if it was even a good idea to be having the conversation at all. But... Vanellope was offering her help to see what was available. Angel's ears perked ever so slightly and she blinked with surprise. She'd have thought for sure that this little girl might push her away like the other humans she'd tried to get close to had. But there she was, offering assistance with an admittedly tricky task of seeing what was available. Her tail wagged a bit and, at length, she nodded a bit.
"Sure. I wouldn't mind a hand in seeing what's up there. Thanks..."
That was when she realized she didn't know the human's name. Well, it was time she remedied that. If they were going to help each other, it would be all the more beneficial to know their names.
"You didn't say your name," Angel said at length.
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Post by Vanellope on Dec 1, 2013 9:03:00 GMT
"It's Vanellope. Vanellope Von Schweetz." Bending down as she answered, the girl scooped Angel up in her arms. She hoped the canine wouldn't struggle too much; while Angel was a small dog, Vanellope wasn't exactly big herself, and it wouldn't take a lot of squirming on the pomeranian's part to make this incredibly difficult. The little glitch lifted Angel first to her chest height, then after rearranging her arms to get a better grip on the canine, stretched up to hold Angel as high as she possibly could. It must have looked like an odd sight to anyone else who might have been watching, but it did achieve the desired result.
"Don't get much food like this where I'm from," she explained, shifting Angel slightly to lessen the chance of the small dog putting a hind paw in her eye. "Can you tell me what's any good?" It was a wonder that she felt confident enough in Angel to ask this at all; ordinarily, she wouldn't trust anyone not to try and trick her into taking the most disgusting food possible for a laugh at her expense. That was what she was sure most of the racers in Sugar Rush would have done, under similar circumstances; still, that Angel had been polite to her was unusual enough in itself, so Vanellope hoped she was okay to trust the dog this far, at least.
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Post by Brock on Dec 2, 2013 16:23:32 GMT
(THIS IS SO WEIRD. YOU TWO HAVE SWITCHED ANIMATED BODIES /die)
The energetic bird-monster bounded into the cafeteria. He was excited, head lifted and tilting his head to the side. There were weird creatures around here; a small not strange looking canine speaking to a little human girl. He froze, eyes widened. A human girl. Those kids were toxic. He wasn't sure about the dog but the male was positive about the girl. He swallowed nervously, claws flexing as he tried to hide his fear. He was huge, she was tiny, but he was terrified that if he accidentally even brushed up against her, he'd die or something. Actually they'd never told them WHAT would happen to monsters who touched a human kid but whatever.
They were standing in front of the food though, the girl lifting the dog.
"Hey...uh..." He shook his head. What was he doing. He flexed his claws and let out a violent snarl towards the girl, trying to scare her out of the way.
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Post by Angel on Dec 2, 2013 19:12:16 GMT
(ooc: I KNOW, RIGHT? xD I love it, though!)
Vanellope? Well, that was certainly a human name she'd never heard before. It almost sounded like Penelope, and the last name sounded somewhat German. Angel decided it was better to not question the origins of this girl's name, though. She was going to help her see what was available for food, and for that Angel was grateful. So, she allowed Vanellope to pick her up and lift her so she could see and smell better. Her nose worked just fine from down below, of course, but Angel liked to be able to see what she was smelling.
All of the food she could see looked appetizing. Then again, given how Angel had always been a stray and hardly ever had the opportunity to feast on more than scraps, anything was going to appear appetizing. This was especially strange, though. She remembered one of the five homes she'd had ended up having a strict 'dogs can't eat food from the table' policy and Angel almost wondered if this was meant for everybody. But... No one was policing the food. It wasn't as if anyone could stop her from eating anything present, so Angel was going to take her opportunity and eat as though she hadn't eaten in days. That was true enough, though. She'd only really had scraps before coming to the school and this was as good a time as any to make a change on that much. Plus, she'd be helping Vanellope. It was a win no matter how one looked at it.
Angel's nose went into overdrive before she finally settled on something that looked particularly good. Spaghetti and meatballs. Angel's tail wagged a bit and she motioned to the noodles with a paw.
"That looks like the best option. I know a place back home that serves that, and I've heard good things about it," Angel said. She'd never had any for herself, as she usually stuck close to the junkyard and didn't know if the humans who ran the place were friendly to canines, but she knew what she smelled smelled absolutely heavenly.
Her ears perked after a moment, though, when she heard someone new addressing them. Glancing up, Angel caught sight of some creature that could only be described as some kind of monster. ...A monster that appeared to be trying to scare them off. That, naturally, was met with a low growl and a bark of warning. Angel wasn't necessarily the most threatening of canines, but she wasn't about to get scared off that easily.
...Of course, she seemed to have forgotten that Vanellope was holding onto her. It ultimately would be the child's reaction that determined how things would go from there.
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Post by Vanellope on Dec 2, 2013 20:22:31 GMT
(I didn't even think of it like that XD But it is pretty cool ^^)
Stretching up a little more so she could see as well, Vanellope nodded her agreement. The food Angel was motioning towards did look pretty good, she was willing to agree. It looked vaguely like gummy worms, though of course, not sweet; at any rate, it looked edible and she was willing to take the canine's recommendation and give it a try.
"Just let me put ya down, and I'll... huh?" Vanellope had just taken a step back and begun to lower Angel back to the ground when something behind her roared ferociously. More startled than scared, Vanellope nonetheless glitched and lost her grip on the small dog in the process. Her expression morphed into one of concern as she realised what she'd just done; she knew that neither Angel nor the other creature could have missed her momentary spasm of blue code.
Play it cool, Vanellope, play it cool... maybe they won't judge you for it.
Yeah, and while she was wishing, King Candy might have a change of heart and let her race.
The little glitch tugged at her uniform's tie nervously, before deciding that if she was going to be shunned here as well, she might as well put on a brave face about it. "What d'ya think you're doing?" she demanded of the bird-monster-thing, placing her hands on her hips. She might not have been so bold in confronting the creature under other circumstances; at least if she hadn't noticed that like them, he sported an academy uniform. Students getting violent was generally frowned on outside of the arena, so with any luck, she and Angel would be okay.
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Post by Brock on Dec 2, 2013 20:51:59 GMT
His beak closed, shocked and confused. Why wasn't the child screaming? Didn't all kids scream when they saw monsters? His eyebrow raised as the child tugged at her uniform and confronted him. He picked up a tray and casually held it in front of him, hoping no one would know he was holding it up because of his fear. "Uh...what?" He said, "I...uh...was just...trying to get some food but...you..."
He snorted. "Yo, you and your dog better watch out cuz...I'm a monster you know...yeah!"
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Post by Angel on Dec 2, 2013 21:28:23 GMT
Indeed, Angel hadn't missed the glitch spasm. Being unfamiliar with video games in general, though, she didn't know quite what to make of it and chalked it up as an odd twitch. She didn't have much time to think on it, anyway. Instead, Angel found herself nearing the ground as a result of the glitch spasm and had to prepare to land at all. Thankfully, she landed on all four paws without much of a problem. A good shake followed, causing her fluffy fur to poof out a bit beneath her uniform, and as she adjusted her tie for a moment she caught what both Vanellope and Brock were saying.
Vanellope and she had been blocking the way, it seemed, but Angel thought Brock was much bigger than them and had to wonder why he'd resorted to trying to scare them. She opened her mouth to ask, but the rest of his statement threw her for a loop. He'd called her Vanellope's dog. Blue eyes grew wide for a moment and her mouth remained agape with surprise for just as long.
"Her dog? I... We're not... We just met, and she was giving me a hand with seeing what was up there. That's all," Angel said. She'd have loved it if she was Vanellope's dog; that would mean she actually had a family to call her own at last. Alas, this was not the case. The two had just been helping each other out and, evidently, looked as though they were a part of the same family because of it. Their being in the same circle did help matters some, she supposed.
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Post by Vanellope on Dec 2, 2013 23:02:02 GMT
"...ya sort of roared at us." Vanellope looked Brock up and down defiantly. He seemed to be acting as though there was nothing unusual about opening a conversation that way; not that she would ever be one to lecture anyone on manners, but still, it was a strange form of greeting. She had to wonder what kind of game he was from; unlike Angel and most of the normal-looking people and animals she'd seen around here, she was certain he couldn't possibly be from the real world.
And speaking of Angel... Vanellope glanced back at the small canine as she disagreed with the self-proclaimed monster's assumption that Vanellope was her owner. The glitched girl puzzled that a moment; it was the truth, of course, but she almost thought she had detected something else to Angel's tone. Though that wasn't exactly a pressing concern right now, not with bird-boy standing over them.
"A monster? Monster stink, more like it. Yeesh. C'mon, Angel." It was slowly dawning on her that neither one had reacted to her brief glitch spasm - anyone from back home would have been crying 'freak' by now - and so Vanellope dared to hope that maybe the dog would be willing to sit with her, in spite of her being a glitch. Stretching up again, Vanellope carefully gathered up two plates of spaghetti and meatballs, trying to carry them both together. She had them balanced quite precariously, one on each arm, but thought she could probably get as far as the nearest table with them. Providing that Brock wasn't going to startle her again; because if he did, spilling the meals down her front wouldn't make anyone think very highly of her.
(Hope you don't mind her saying Brock smells; I'm sort of refering to the fact that monsters tend to use deodorants like 'wet dog' and 'old dumpster' so smelling bad must be a good thing for them XD)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2013 1:23:30 GMT
Wee Dingwall wandered into the cafeteria, vacant gaze taking in more than someone might expect as he walked towards the counter. He had walked in in time to see a large, horned creature roar at a young girl and a small dog. And since the big creature didn't attack them, the small Highlander decided he wasn't in any danger. He did pause, and blink, when the girl turned blue and...shimmered for a brief second. Then he continued walking, coming up behind Brock before pausing, gazing up at the creature, then over at Vanellope and Angel. A monster, a talking dog, and a...fairy? Witch? Whatever it was, it was like something out of a story.
"Ye goin' ta get yourself a plate, or just stand there?" he asked, gazing up at the bird-headed creature. The food smelled good, and the meatballs and noodles on the plates the girl was holding looked good. And more to the point, Wee Dingwall was feeling quite hungry. He'd had an early breakfast, and was ready to fill his belly.
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Post by Brock on Dec 4, 2013 18:21:57 GMT
Brock raised an eyebrow before lifting his feather'd arm to take a whiff. Nope, he thought he smelled fine. He put on some odorant before leaving the room just as he always did; wet dog, that was his favorite. Or well...Claire's favorite. He inched back when the girl spoke. He flashed his eyes towards the little child. Dog or no, this kid wasn't going to scare him. He was going to scare her! At MU her door would have been shredded. The glitch occurred to the dull monster then; did human children do that? That wasn't in any of their text books.
"Listen here, kid," he said, flashing a claw towards Vanellope before turning to see Wee Dingwall. This human looked more like a monster than a human in his book. He snorted. "Butt out, buddy, I'm dealing with an unruly human child here, do ya mind?"
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Post by Angel on Dec 5, 2013 5:22:48 GMT
Well, at least it looked as though Brock wasn't going to torment them any further. A proud smile formed on the golden-furred canine's face and she nodded in response to what Vanellope had said. The monster had a distinct scent about him, almost like a wet dog, and it wasn't entirely pleasant in her opinion. Naturally, she was going to stick with the girl she'd helped out. So, as Vanellope got the plates of spaghetti and meatballs, Angel stepped beside her and nodded again.
"Yeah, let's go. ...Do you need a hand with that?" Angel asked. The way Vanellope's plates were positioned did look a bit precarious, and if they fell... Well, Angel wasn't sure if Vanellope would be entirely thrilled with having pasta and sauce all over her if that were to happen. Not that Angel was in much of a position to carry a plate, but she could at least try. She had her mouth for that reason, after all, even if the meatballs could potentially roll off that way.
"I could take one of the plates if you need me to," she offered.
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Post by Vanellope on Dec 5, 2013 9:19:34 GMT
"Nah, I got 'em... I think." Vanellope wobbled slightly, and a couple of meatballs fell off the far side of one plate and rolled across the floor. It wasn't so much that she was disinclined to accept the help that had been offered as that she wasn't at all sure how Angel would be able to carry a plate. After all, if the pomeranian took it in her mouth, given the plate's shape, wouldn't the spaghetti all slide down it and hit her in the face? As amusing as that might be to watch, Vanellope was starting to take a liking to Angel, so she would rather spare the small dog that embarassment. Besides, she wasn't doing too bad, really; without Taffyta or Rancis or Gloyd or any of the other racers about to purposefully make this more difficult for her, Vanellope figured she had a good chance of making it.
Though she didn't risk a look back over her shoulder, the glitch smirked slightly as she heard the dialogue begining between Brock and the newcomer. With a little luck, that would distract the monster from bugging her and Angel any more this lunchtime.
She was almost to the table she'd picked out by now; as far as Vanellope was concerned, she was near enough that there wasn't any real chance of anything going wrong within the last meter or so before she reached it. Though to think that may just have been tempting fate.
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