Note: These things ({ }) mean thoughts, asterisks (* *) mean actions, and
brackets ([ ]) are my words.
CRASH.
Human: Son of a -!!!!!!
Cyris: *muttering* Watch your profane tongue, Dad.
Cyris' mom: Cyristal!! Could you clean your room when you get back from school?
Cyris: Sure!! *muttering* Like I don't have enough chores already... *turns to computer, goes to donthaveacow.com, orders a bull*
Terry: *from window* Hey!! Will you hurry up and get down here?
Cyris: *jumps* Oh... *darts downstairs and out door* Hey!
Terry: You want to be late again, doll?
Cyris: {Yes.} No!! And don't call me doll!! *places head on Terry's shoulder*
[Terry calls Cyris "doll"]
Terry: Do you have to lean on me?
Cyris: {I'm tired!! I didn't get enough sleep!!} Yes. *yawns* I'm overworked.
Terry: Yes, yes, I know. {If only Mark were here...}
[Mark is a friend.]
Both: *Walk into school, go to cafeteria, sit down*
Terry: I hate study hall. {They really shouldn't give people a chance to do their homework before class.} *places head on table, hard*
Jason: *sits next to Cyris* Hey, y'all.
Cyris: *eyes Jason's hair* You didn't brush your hair today, did you?
[Jason has shoulder length, brown hair.]
Jason: I didn't have time. *pulls out small tube of gel* {Luckily I brought this!!} *uses gel to mold hair, Rezo-style*
Terry: *eyes Jason* People have the craziest obsessions...
Jason: *glares at Terry, ignores her* Whatever...
Cyris: You DO have and obsession.
Jason: I might be able to dye it for Halloween!
Mark: *walks up, eyes Jason, pulls off backpack, pulls out small box, passes it to Cyris, sits down* Hallo everybody! *looks at Cyris* What's up with you?
[Mark cares a lot for Cyris.]
Cyris: Bad day. *opens box, picks up bull figurine, stares at Mark*
Mark: *happily* Don't have a cow, man!!
Rest: *blinks*
Cyris: Did you make him? *pet's figure* {How cute!}
Terry, Jason: *sweatdrops* Riiiiiight...
Mark: *nods* Yep! *looks at Jason*
Jason: What!?!?
Mark: Does anyone know what today is?
Rest: ...
Terry: Well, tomorrow's Halloween, and I don't know anything special happening before then...
Jason: Didn't consult the tarot this morning?
Cyris, Mark: *laughs*
Terry: *frowns*
[Terry's obsession with cards is as strong as Mark's and Jason's obsessions.]
Mark: Tonight's Mischief Night!! How 'bout we start at Cyris' place a-
*bell rings*
Cyris: That's it? Study hall's longer, I know that.
Mark: There's a dumb assembly, remember?
[They go to the auditorium, watch assembly, then go to their homerooms. The assembly is really stupid.]
Mark: *whispers to homeroom teacher* Please?
Mrs. Kat: Haven't you done enough of that?
Mark: *opens backpack, shows Mrs. Kat* But look at all these...
Mrs. Kat: *sweatdrops as she stares at bag of little brown boxes* Okay.
Mark: *walks along rows of desks, passing out boxes to various people, light brown to girls and dark brown to boys; gives Cyris 4 more; after wards, walks to the front of the class*
People w/ boxes: *opens them, sweatdrops*
Mark: *yells* Don't have a cow, man!!
People w/out boxes, Cyris: *laughs*
[They continue through their day, and Mark realizes Terry had a tough time today and hands her a bull after school cuz she's in an older grade.]
Terry: What a day... Thanks for the bull.
Mark: No problem! Don't Have A Cow Services (DHACS) are always there for you!
~ [Too Wolfpack Isle...]
Xellos: It's Mischief Night.
Zelas: *nods* So what are you going to do?
Xellos: Cause mischief!
Zelas: *sweatdrops* Well... as in what kind of mischief?
Xellos: Hmm... well, while looking around for a good spot to start, I saw four kids planning something, and one of them had an idea...
Zelas: Well, causing mischief on Earth is your problem, not mine.
Xellos: *teleports*
Dynast: *teleports in* Did I hear that it's Mischief Day?
Zelas: *sweatdrops as she pours another glass of vodka* No.
Phibbrizo: *walks up from some dark corner* It's Mischief NIGHT, not day!
Dynast: And Phibby would know?
Phibbrizo: Don't-
Zelas: It IS Night. *puffs cigarette*
Dynast: Have you ever heard of lung cancer?
Zelas: *pours a glass of brandy with some vodka* {I wonder...} Nope.
Dynast: Intoxication?
Zelas: *drains glass* Never heard of it. *pours another mix of brandy and vodka*
Dynast: That's gross. Vodka and brandy.
Zelas: How would you know?
Deep Sea Dolphin: *teleports in* Hiya everyone!
Phibby: *teleports out*
Dolphin: *follows Phibby*
Dynast: Are you doing anything for Mischief Night?
Zelas: {I wonder how heavily gaurded the North is...} Nope. *changes cigarettes*
Wolf: *scratches Dynast*
Dynast: Hey! *grabs Zelas' brandy and teleports out*
Zelas: Hey! *runs out*
~ [To where Dynast lays...erm, stands...]
Dynast: *pours small glass of brandy and vodka* "How should you know?" Now I'll know... *sips glass* This is strong... *drains glass* Very strong... *pours more, drains it; grins* This would be my mischief for the day...
Xellos: *teleports in* Dynast-chan, is that Beastmaster's vodka?
Dynast: *slightly dizzy* N-no, Fuitmuffin...
Xellos: Now, now, we mustn't steal... *teleports out*
Zelas: *teleports in* Dynast...
Dynast: Zelas!! *drops glass and bottle in surprise*
Zelas: *watches bottle shatter; vein throbbs in forehead* {My...my pour brandy...} DIE!!!!!
Xellos: *teleports in; grins; teleports out*
CRASH.
Human: Son of a -!!!!!!
Cyris: *muttering* Watch your profane tongue, Dad.
Cyris' mom: Cyristal!! Could you clean your room when you get back from school?
Cyris: Sure!! *muttering* Like I don't have enough chores already... *turns to computer, goes to donthaveacow.com, orders a bull*
Terry: *from window* Hey!! Will you hurry up and get down here?
Cyris: *jumps* Oh... *darts downstairs and out door* Hey!
Terry: You want to be late again, doll?
Cyris: {Yes.} No!! And don't call me doll!! *places head on Terry's shoulder*
[Terry calls Cyris "doll"]
Terry: Do you have to lean on me?
Cyris: {I'm tired!! I didn't get enough sleep!!} Yes. *yawns* I'm overworked.
Terry: Yes, yes, I know. {If only Mark were here...}
[Mark is a friend.]
Both: *Walk into school, go to cafeteria, sit down*
Terry: I hate study hall. {They really shouldn't give people a chance to do their homework before class.} *places head on table, hard*
Jason: *sits next to Cyris* Hey, y'all.
Cyris: *eyes Jason's hair* You didn't brush your hair today, did you?
[Jason has shoulder length, brown hair.]
Jason: I didn't have time. *pulls out small tube of gel* {Luckily I brought this!!} *uses gel to mold hair, Rezo-style*
Terry: *eyes Jason* People have the craziest obsessions...
Jason: *glares at Terry, ignores her* Whatever...
Cyris: You DO have and obsession.
Jason: I might be able to dye it for Halloween!
Mark: *walks up, eyes Jason, pulls off backpack, pulls out small box, passes it to Cyris, sits down* Hallo everybody! *looks at Cyris* What's up with you?
[Mark cares a lot for Cyris.]
Cyris: Bad day. *opens box, picks up bull figurine, stares at Mark*
Mark: *happily* Don't have a cow, man!!
Rest: *blinks*
Cyris: Did you make him? *pet's figure* {How cute!}
Terry, Jason: *sweatdrops* Riiiiiight...
Mark: *nods* Yep! *looks at Jason*
Jason: What!?!?
Mark: Does anyone know what today is?
Rest: ...
Terry: Well, tomorrow's Halloween, and I don't know anything special happening before then...
Jason: Didn't consult the tarot this morning?
Cyris, Mark: *laughs*
Terry: *frowns*
[Terry's obsession with cards is as strong as Mark's and Jason's obsessions.]
Mark: Tonight's Mischief Night!! How 'bout we start at Cyris' place a-
*bell rings*
Cyris: That's it? Study hall's longer, I know that.
Mark: There's a dumb assembly, remember?
[They go to the auditorium, watch assembly, then go to their homerooms. The assembly is really stupid.]
Mark: *whispers to homeroom teacher* Please?
Mrs. Kat: Haven't you done enough of that?
Mark: *opens backpack, shows Mrs. Kat* But look at all these...
Mrs. Kat: *sweatdrops as she stares at bag of little brown boxes* Okay.
Mark: *walks along rows of desks, passing out boxes to various people, light brown to girls and dark brown to boys; gives Cyris 4 more; after wards, walks to the front of the class*
People w/ boxes: *opens them, sweatdrops*
Mark: *yells* Don't have a cow, man!!
People w/out boxes, Cyris: *laughs*
[They continue through their day, and Mark realizes Terry had a tough time today and hands her a bull after school cuz she's in an older grade.]
Terry: What a day... Thanks for the bull.
Mark: No problem! Don't Have A Cow Services (DHACS) are always there for you!
~ [Too Wolfpack Isle...]
Xellos: It's Mischief Night.
Zelas: *nods* So what are you going to do?
Xellos: Cause mischief!
Zelas: *sweatdrops* Well... as in what kind of mischief?
Xellos: Hmm... well, while looking around for a good spot to start, I saw four kids planning something, and one of them had an idea...
Zelas: Well, causing mischief on Earth is your problem, not mine.
Xellos: *teleports*
Dynast: *teleports in* Did I hear that it's Mischief Day?
Zelas: *sweatdrops as she pours another glass of vodka* No.
Phibbrizo: *walks up from some dark corner* It's Mischief NIGHT, not day!
Dynast: And Phibby would know?
Phibbrizo: Don't-
Zelas: It IS Night. *puffs cigarette*
Dynast: Have you ever heard of lung cancer?
Zelas: *pours a glass of brandy with some vodka* {I wonder...} Nope.
Dynast: Intoxication?
Zelas: *drains glass* Never heard of it. *pours another mix of brandy and vodka*
Dynast: That's gross. Vodka and brandy.
Zelas: How would you know?
Deep Sea Dolphin: *teleports in* Hiya everyone!
Phibby: *teleports out*
Dolphin: *follows Phibby*
Dynast: Are you doing anything for Mischief Night?
Zelas: {I wonder how heavily gaurded the North is...} Nope. *changes cigarettes*
Wolf: *scratches Dynast*
Dynast: Hey! *grabs Zelas' brandy and teleports out*
Zelas: Hey! *runs out*
~ [To where Dynast lays...erm, stands...]
Dynast: *pours small glass of brandy and vodka* "How should you know?" Now I'll know... *sips glass* This is strong... *drains glass* Very strong... *pours more, drains it; grins* This would be my mischief for the day...
Xellos: *teleports in* Dynast-chan, is that Beastmaster's vodka?
Dynast: *slightly dizzy* N-no, Fuitmuffin...
Xellos: Now, now, we mustn't steal... *teleports out*
Zelas: *teleports in* Dynast...
Dynast: Zelas!! *drops glass and bottle in surprise*
Zelas: *watches bottle shatter; vein throbbs in forehead* {My...my pour brandy...} DIE!!!!!
Xellos: *teleports in; grins; teleports out*