#vedette asks

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Hey, Mr. Vedette? Do you believe in ghoooosts?

(ooc may I throw Billy from @theghostsoftheblacks au at him?)

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'..i wouldn't necessarily say i believe in the supernatural, but an old friend always takes the time to try and convince me.. The evidence is very.. Detailed. So.. No, for now. '

// THROW ANYTHING YOU WANT AT HIM!!!

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[beneath-the-hatchet]

((this blog looks cool. Take this starter))

A student shuffles into Wayne Vedette's classroom. Star is the type who stays quiet and doesn't make trouble, but not much of a good student on any other fronts.

"Uh... Mr. Vedette? I just wanted to ask a question about, uh... The homework?" She holds a few papers to her chest.

-- @sh00ting-starlight

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The highschool history teacher himself had been working in between classes, scribbling away at a few papers as he hummed to a tune handed onto him by a friend. Every now and then he'd utter something about someone's work or the a detail about the current sheet he'd be working on. The man was only busying himself. Mr.Vedette was quick to turn his head toward the other, putting a smile on as he adjusted the cuffs of his dress-shirt and greeted Star.

' Ah— Welcome in , young one ! . . '

' Hm . . A question — Well , Perhaps I have an answer so I'm all ears . shoot ! ' 𖤐

He made sure to act warm and inviting toward this one. . As one should to any student of the quieter type. Especially with hatchetfield high.

[beneath-the-hatchet]

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'...correct..?'

'No way, jose!!! Totally!! On god!! '

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[beneath-the-hatchet]

BOOM GET CAT THROWN AT YOU BAZINGA!!!

[That cat has been added to a mass collection. Goodluck. ] 𖤐

[beneath-the-hatchet]

is arson valid

and if so

what about homicide

- oz

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' . . . What's with the arson speak? . . . '

'Homicide rules, dude. You should totally.. Like.. Join us and die'

(Why are you out of quarantine??)

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[beneath-the-hatchet]

Buddy I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this

I think Ashton is a bit sick... So you might wanna stay away from him for a bit...

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'Hm?..I didn't suspect any sickness.. Should i take him to the bunker? Or.. Maybe a doctor is better.. - though, this little illness is nothing like.. Anyone's ever seen!.. '

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[beneath-the-hatchet]

What's your guys's favorite drink or coffee order?

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'Personally..I am all for Passionflower tea.. Aswell as Chamomile. Never hurts to calm oneself down. '

' . . . Drip . . Drip . . Dripdrip - drip . . Anwe'llbringrightup . . '

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[beneath-the-hatchet]

*a rattling sound and occasional cursing sounds out through the semi-abandoned street as the sun goes down. The source is 20 year old trying to close down the retro diner with very little success. Finally the lock turns and the woman looks around attempting to make sure no one else saw her struggle. Her eyes found an older man on the street across from her though. Something was different though from embarrassment, she knew him and she begins to yell at him from across where he was walking*

Hey! Mr. Vedette! It’s me Basil, from a couple years ago? I was in your history class, I was the one who did her history report of intriguing unsolved cases in the United States?

@spiderweb-prophet

(Apologies for not answering this ask! I unferstand that you sent two of these in out of urgency, i believe?)

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[Wayne had been traversing the streets after a working day, trying to catch up with people and visit places he hadn't been to in a while, his last stop had been the roller-rama. He had been walking near miss Retro's to make his way home at that time, his head hung low and tired, when Basil yelled. He perked up and looked across the street to her, his face lighting up. He waved escitedly as he began to cross the street.]

' Ah ! Basil , Hello ! It's nice to see you after a short while . . I do remember you , yes . . I believe youbwere nice and very well behaved , despite everyone else's crude behavior . How are you , girl ? '

[The man was now smiling widely as he shoved his hands into his pant-pockets, curiosity blooming.]

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