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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 17 2009, 10:46 AM Post #1 |
Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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[[ ooc - this goes like any big thread for AHS, no posting order, post to whatever you like, anytime you like, and no - i don't really have much of a plan for what's going on! i will probably post frequently and play hostess with Maddie and if your character stalls in the door Ben'll point them in the right direction. Happy Holidays! ]] [[ Present exchange instructions: google a picture of your present, insert that in your post and when we do the exchange I'll post the links and characters and each person can select their gift. More instructions later on that one!]] It had been easy enough; fill out one simple form, promise to behave and Maddie du Lac was poised to have possibly the best Christmas party at AHS! Truth be told, this year had been such a series of difficulties that she really wanted to do something fun like this for the holidays; she wasn't going to get to go home, too many state dinners her parents had to attend to make it worth while, and besides, everyone who was important to her was right here. Her small band of friends had shown enthusiasm at the prospect of a party, though she had never guessed it was a false cheer. Izel and Micah had more on their plates than they knew what to do with now; between school and their internship at ZoomZoom it was a shocking surprise they had time for anything else! But for Maddie, if it made her happy, the two would of course support the idea. Ben was only marginally interested in the party; to him it would be just another awkward gathering of people he didn't know, he'd probably stick out or do something wrong and he didn't want to upset or offend Maddie - she was all the family he had, and they weren't even really related. Regardless, preparations were underway. Flyers went up all over the school advertising it as a White Elephant Gift Exchange party, with snacks and dancing and games. To Maddie it sounded like the most fun she'd have had in a long time. The day of the party the fourth floor's normally empty rec room was transformed into a Christmas wonderland, courtesy of a great decorator. There were white Christmas trees in corners with bright bulbs and lights, the decorations were all in the same, bright, cheerful color scheme. There were a few tables of food laid out and after securing the services of a few attendants, there would be sufficient food kept out all night. Last minute preparations involved Maddie running back into her room to change into the dress she'd bought specifically for this party; as was the current fashion, she wore a one-shoulder pinkishred dress with a full, flowing skirt that ran to mid-calf with green trim on the borders and a sash that tied int he back in a large bow. Paired with matching Kelly-green flats and holly jewelry, she was quite festive, with her long, flowing strawberry blond hair pulled up in a cascade of elaborate curls on top of her head instead of her signature pigtails. She was adjusting some bits on a table when her friends arrived, early as promised. "Hey munchkin," Ben called out, determined to put his best foot forward tonight. "Ben!" Maddie wheeled around, grinning at the gentle giant and threw her arms around his waist, hugging him and then going for the next two. "Izel, Micah, I'm so glad you could come!" "Of course we'd be here, Maddie," Micah smiled, her almond shaped dark eyes glistening, her black hair falling down her back in a straight, gleaming sheet. Her tattoos were covered up, for now, what with wearing a cheerful red sweater over her simple, black dress; it was quite a change for the normally casual fighter-girl. "Exactly," Izel put an arm loosely around Maddie's shoulders, smiling at the girl. "Oooh, Izel, this is a beautiful dress!" Maddie stepped back, admiring the golden dress that hugged Izel's impossible curves right down to her knees. "Thanks," she smiled, reaching up and tugging at a tendril of curled hair; most of it was pinned up, but a few pieces of the silvery blond hair would always get loose. "I - I didn't dress up," Ben said hesitantly, reaching up to scratch at the mass of blue hair, feeling very much out of place in his barely wrinkled jeans; he'd at least made an effort and wore a white button up shirt, but his shoes were no where to be found. "It's alright, silly," Maddie giggled, "why don't you put your presents over under that tree," she gestured to the tallest, most elaborate tree in the room, adjacent to the booth where a DJ would be soon. Ben glanced around, "Is there anything we can do?" "Well," Maddie pursed her lips, "it would be helpful if someone was at the door to tell people to put their presents under the tree - at least until it become obvious?" "Sure," he nodded enthusiastically, though loathed the idea of having to talk to so many people. "Here," Maddie snagged a Santa hat off of a table and held it up until Ben leaned down, his cheeks growing a little pink, "now you're ready! I'll take this," she took his present and turned, the other two girls going with her, and leaving Ben to take up his post at the door just in time to welcome the first few guests and direct them as told. The DJ appeared, starting the night spinning with a new rendition of "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" by In Memory; it was going to be a long night. Izel's Present Maddie's Present Micah's Present Ben's Present [/b] Edited by Affirmative Smackdown, Dec 17 2009, 02:23 PM.
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 17 2009, 04:45 PM Post #2 |
It's not as fun as you might think...
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Destiny is an entity that likes to play with mortal beings in such shameless ways one would thing he or she is evil till some point. What's the point behind all that? Well, said Destiny had played a very bad hand to a certain student of AHS, a particularly well dressed and handsome one. Venser stood in the hallway, dressed in a pair of tailored black pants and a silk white long sleeved shirt. It was a combo that seemed pretty much alike the one he usually wore, but the fabric did gave a different vibe. For shoes he had even taken out his sunday pair. This was a party, after all. But why was him in the hallways? Well, that was easy to explain. As any other partially popular guy, he had been told about the party. Fliers had been thrown, and while not the most effective medium, it was flashy enough to catch some attention and start spreading the word around like fire. The problem with mouth to mouth communication was that at some point the information either was lost or misinterpreted. For the techie, the main body of the message had been the party, the gift event and the location. Nothing else. Around these festive days, it wasn't unusual for people to arrange said events be them either at big dorms or at specific places such as the one he was standing outside now. So how would he have guessed this party had been organized by a little group he almost knew too damn well... Zel's group. The green haired teen had been tending to the finals details of his attire while walking to the rhythm of some jpop that echoed in his ears via the bluetooth speakers. The mild decorations on the outside of the place made it quite obvious and while he did intend to wait outside for his date, he stopped dead on his tracks when he saw the round and almost baby-like face, with what he'd call a moronic smile, of Ben. It was simple math from there on. Where one of them was, it was more than likely to find the rest, and in such an event, why wouldn't they be there? Luckily for him, Ben had been tending to some earlier visits when he had noticed him. It wasn't that he didn't feel like meeting that group, or the argentinean blond precisely speaking, but it was just awkward that after all this time they had to run into each other by the hands of Destiny. There was, of course, the little issue of the girl he had called earlier, his date. It wasn't a proper date, but a chance for the girl to open up to the new world of AHS and all it brought along with it. Or at least, that was what he had kept in mind while speaking to the short new student. Maybe he should have told her so... anyways it was too late now. Unsure of what action to take next, he walked in circles, keeping in mind to stay out from the gentle giant's range. Time was short as his date would be certain to arrive any time soon and it wouldn't leave a good impression if he suddenly backed out of the party. But had he really done all he had just to keep himself away from the girl that had pretended to be his girlfriend for half a year? NO, as a matter of fact, he needed answers. Back when they had just broken up, he went on a rage attack. It was different now, half a year later. With that in mind, he made a quick call to the only person he was to rely on such a situation. Venser: "Dress up. I need you at the party at the rec. Use my clothes if you need to. Come ready with a gift picture." There was a long silence on this end, probably holding back to some sort of complaining from whoever was it that was on the receiving side of the call. Still, the techie ended up with half a smirk on his face, one of his 'i win' gestures. That solved the entrance issue, it was just a matter of waiting now. Minutes flew by in his rhythmic pase around the same spot of the hallway. Those minutes seemed eternal, nonetheless. One hand armed with his music device and the other busy with a gift bag hanging from it, the techie was surely taken off his feet when someone tapped him twice on his shoulder. It wasn't possible for it to be his buddy, it hadn't been long enough. With a little shock, he turned around just to see who it was without saying a word yet. (Venser's Gift) |
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| Grahm | Dec 17 2009, 08:43 PM Post #3 |
Mid-Boss
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If there was one thing that Grahm hated more then anything else during the Christmas season, it was the concept of giving away things to others. As a Super Villain, Grahm would rather steal every present under the tree for himself and get booed off with the gifts then give away a single candy cane to another person. Good Grahm/Hailey on the other hand, absolutely loved the Christmas season, and the feelings of mutual love in the air seemed to invigorate her and drive her forward to new heights of Love Freak, and it was driving the Villain philosopher insane. When Grahm had caught sight of the fliers between classes, Hailey had outright demanded that they attend, and Grahm eventually agreed when Hailey had threatened to play "Jingle bell Rock" in his head nonstop until the new years if he hadn't agreed to both let Hailey attend and to pay for the gift "Out of the goodness of your heart." as Hailey had put it. One trip to the Domino Entertainment district later, Hailey/"Good Grahm" was ready for the party, dressed in a dress that she had haggled for against Grahm for a full half an hour. Due to the fact that Hailey/"Good Grahm" was a rather newborn so-called "Dark Side" the body changes that their body underwent when she took over wasn't completely finished yet, so currently her body was that of an androgynous human with some female characteristics shown in her long, slightly curly blond hair, slender shoulders, and somewhat wide hips. Grahm, having to share the same body as his much-hated Good Side, was too busy sulking in a small corner of his consciousness attempting to drown out all of the caroling and goodwill feelings to be worried about whatever Good Grahm was wearing. After getting dressed, Hailey stepped outside of Grahm's mountain lair, took a shortcut down Dragoon Mountain, and dashed across the meadow towards the dorms while praising the angels of Celestia for the lack of snow that night. Eventually, Hailey reached the rec room corridor and saw somebody with green hair pacing backwards and forwards, as if he was waiting for somebody. With one hand on her present for the pile, she stepped up behind the guy and gave him a quick two-tap on his shoulder to get his attention. Even if it was only in a past life, Hailey was enough of a Love Freak to see when somebody was anxious from waiting for someone to show up for a date, so she kindly offered up some help. "Excuse me for imposing, but you look like you are looking for somebody, would you like me to help? If you want, I can even wait out here for you while you head inside and enjoy the party, so long as you drop this under the tree for me." Hailey then lifted her present up to emphasize exactly what object she had been talking about. (Hailey/Grahm's Present) Edited by Grahm, Dec 19 2009, 12:10 AM.
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| The Master of Mischief | Dec 17 2009, 11:58 PM Post #4 |
Queen of the Monkeys
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Keely had actually really been looking forward to this party, which was rare, since she usually avoided large gathering of people. But this one was different. All her friends would be there, for one thing, and she hadn't seen most of them in ages. And besides, it gave her a chance to dust off one of her old circus costumes from when her family had worked in a Christmas-themed show. So there she was, skipping up the stairs towards the rec room, dressed as one of Santa's little helpers with her present under one arm. Upon reaching the fourth floor, she tossed the brightly wrapped box into the air, flipped herself onto her hands, caught the box with her feet, and walked the last few yards upside down to where Ben was on door duty. "Hi Ben!" she called up to the tall boy as she capered past him, "Nice hat!" With that she kicked her present lightly into the air, launched herself back onto her feet, and caught the present deftly with one hand before striking a victorious pose and stepping inside to join her friends. "Merry Christmas!" she yelled, grinning from ear to ear. Life was so much for fun when you got to wear adorable costumes. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 18 2009, 12:32 AM Post #5 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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The first wave of guests had arrived, he was okay, things were going just fine. He'd just taken a huge sigh of relief when a familiar voice rang out. Beaming a lopsided grin back at her he reached out and pulled the smaller girl towards him in a clumsy side-hug. "You look - festive," he laughed, reaching up to adjust his own Santa cap. His mouth opened to say something - and he glanced up, catching sight of the green haired boy he unfortunately knew. All at once Ben's face hardened and firmly taking Keely's arm, he pulled her around to stand in the shadow of the door, very serious now. He had not forgotten being outright attacked, unprovoked by this guy. He also had not forgotten all the other things he had done, numerous evils piled atop one persons' head. "Keely," he said cautiously, "I'm going to assume you don't know anything about Izels' well - the old Izels' boyfriend?" He looked down, releasing the girl, hoping she caught the meaning of which old Izel they were talking about. There was probably a lot they'd all missed out about eachother and while hopefully the night would provide many an opportunity to catch up, right now she only needed the pertinent gossip. "Well old Izel had a boyfriend - who lived with her. The new Izel tried to do like they said, act normal, fit in, continue life and all - and it didn't turn out well." Thumbing at the door, "That green haired guy out there is now Izels exboyfriend, and the breakup was not pretty. The guy outright attacked Maddie and me; he tried to flat out kill us. He had one of his crazy friends kidnap Izel, and then he attacked her; remember the maintenance they had to do on the roof? He tore up a big chunk of it going after her. He's crazy, and I can't believe he's here." Of course Keely probably didn't know about the bitter revelation that his parents in this time had died not even a year before, he was so close to having a real family again - and it was gone. He had no one now; having been a creation, a clone, he had no family - only his friends. He felt very protective of his friends, Keely included, and he would willingly sacrifice his life for them because they were all he had to live for. |
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| Yesterday | Dec 18 2009, 01:24 AM Post #6 |
Fool on the Hill
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Christmas always seemed like such a long time away to her. The days when she had been naught, but a child they seemed to last an eternity until that one special day each year when she celebrated with her parents. She longed for it each year, the time when they both placed their cares and love on her instead of their precise garden. Part of her disdained their yard, but she couldn't help but watch them every night happily tending to it wishing it was her. Once each year though; it was. The days were getting shorter, but hers seemed so long. She was finally getting used to the tired feeling that followed her around like an anchor. Each day it seemed to get easier when she finally awoke from a long sleep. Usually 10 to 12 hours would go by with little problem. It felt as if she could possibly sleep forever, but she forced herself awake. Sleep gave her little time to do much else. This would be the case right now. She hadn't been able to find the time to go out and get a real gift for someone, but she had never really done this White Elephant thing before. Hopefully no one would mind if she re-gifted. It also hadn't given her time to get a rather nice dress to go in either. She had never really been invited to any sort of party before, granted the invites hadn't seemed extremely exclusive with all the fliers around school inviting everybody, but that didn't really fix the problem. Her dress was plain, but that didn't mean there was anything wrong with it, she just wasn't going to be the belle of the ball. It was simple, yet tasteful. A conservative white dress that stretched gracefully just passed her knees. Certainly it wasn't much to look at, but she had always found it suitable for most occasions where she did need to dress up. The one thing it really had going for it was that it paired with her hair rather nicely. She sighed a mixture of exhaustion and contentedness as she looked at the people filing in for the party. There seemed to be little for her to do except cling tightly to her gift and try to muster up the courage to join the party. Vensor was just standing around waiting for her. All she had to do was go over and tap him on the shoulder and say hello. It would be her first real date; if one could actually consider such a casual meeting a date, but she kind of liked to think it. She had waited too long and her chance was quickly blown by another girl of all things. A girl dressed in all spots and despite how nice it looked, she hated it. Deep down a seed of jealousy was sprouting and taking a hold of everything polka dotted, crushing them with tiny little vines, but the vines quickly died and released all that was polka dotted. An epiphany suddenly struck her: He had asked her to the party, not Miss Dotty. All she had to do was go up and say hello. That was all she had to do. It would be easy; simple in fact. Even though repeating the words in her mind over and over, her tiny, timid, tired legs found it increasingly difficult to actually follow the instructions. It was almost if they were rooted in place. They were moving in fact, but slowly. Hopefully he wouldn't notice her embarrassingly slow approach, but even if he did she had finally made it. She stood there in all her dressed up, unwinterized glory clinging to the small blue box. “Hi,” she choked out. Edited by Yesterday, Dec 18 2009, 10:12 AM.
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| Orange-kun | Dec 18 2009, 06:57 AM Post #7 |
The 101 Cancer Patient Challenge~!
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This was Michael's first holiday season away from his parents, as they simply did not have the money to pay for his monthly allowance, tuition, and a two-way plane ticket to Winnipeg and back. When he had first realized this and asked his parents over the phone about it, his fears had been confirmed. He would be spending Christmas at the school. Immediately from that point on, Michael had decided to make the best of it and soon after noticed the fliers advertising a Christmas party. He had taken the time to find a cheap five dollar gift, which was a strange little number, and wrapped it in an oddly shaped box. The sports coat he had worn to the speed dating would have probably been enough, but Michael had instead opted for an even fancier look. He wore a white Italian suit that, like his sports coat, matched a suit of his father's with a red collared shirt under it, along with a nice pair of black dress shoes, and no tie. In truth, Michael owned a rather festive tie that his Grandfather had gotten him, but after spending a long collect-call on the phone with his Dad giving him instructions and being unable to tie the tie in a presentable manner, Michael had decided against it. His suit, while all the lengths were right, seemed a little big for him, as his skinny frame didn't completely fill it out. It had taken him until the time he was mulling about the punch bowl in the party to notice why he didn't wear the fine suit more often. Both cuffs sported blood stains that, will they were faded with time and futile attempts at washing, stuck out horribly on the otherwise beautiful fabric. The stains were a reminder of an incident several years back that wasn't so pleasant except for the fact that he had saved his cousin's life. It seemed none of his clothes, expensive or otherwise, were safe from the blood staining mishaps his healing powers caused. His fingers rubbed at the stained cuff of the hand holding his drink while he reminisced on that event, before he remembered he needed to put his present with the rest of them. Picking up his gift off the snack table and turning suddenly, Michael nearly ran into someone and struggled to keep his punch from escaping its cup. "Whoa, sorry about that." Michael apologized for the near mishap before his eyes checked to make sure he hadn't gotten any punch on himself or the other person. Satisfied, he continued. "That was a close one, but it looks like we're both alright." He gave a smile of relief, but before he could continue on his way to the stack of presents, he noticed that some punch had founds its way onto his wrapped present, which was now soaked with the fruity drink. "Oh, great." He laughed, reaching back for a napkin. He doubted the present inside would be ruined by such a thing, but now it certainly did look undesirable. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 18 2009, 10:21 AM Post #8 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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In front of him stood a rather lanky female with a flashy polka dots dress. She made quite an impression on him but not as much as the dress did. It wasn't unusual for him to be approached by girls all over the campus, but... this would have certainly been his first time being picked up outside of a party. He mused on the thought for a little, fully knowing it was a silly thing to think. "Excuse me for imposing, but you look like you are looking for somebody, would you like me to help? If you want, i can even wait out here for you while you head inside and enjoy the party, so long as you drop this under the tree for me." Oh, she had noticed him. How embarrassing. In his troubled state, thew boy hadn't even noticed the show he was giving. he shook his head in apology. Venser: "Oh. No. Sorry. That's not the case." He cleared his throat and tried to keep what little dignity he had left. It would have much better that he had been so anxious over a date rather than thinking deeply what to do about the girl he had invited over to the party and the organizers of said event. Precisely speaking, wondering what to do about Izel. She was surely inside the damn party... and he wouldn't be surprised if she already knew about him. He was ok with anything she might blow at him at this point. He deserved it... but what would she say about his date. Venser: "I'm waiting for someone, yes. But I'm in no rush to get inside. You don't need to..." "Hi” Talking about the devil. Destiny once more laid an ill intended card for the boy and didn't even grant him the time to sort things out. He had already done quite an scene here. He needed to keep his cool. Venser: "Sakura. Evenings." Taking a step aside from the first girl, he bowed with his head meaning to apologize him for his rudeness. It was never a good thing to leave a girl by herself, but he had to tend to his actual date. Once in front of the small girl, he took a small sideways glance at the door and noticed the blue haired teen wasn't there any longer, not without giving a quick look at the winter clad girl. Venser: "Lovely dress." He wore a casual smile on his face, not entirely sure of whether to tell her what was going on. |
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| The Master of Mischief | Dec 18 2009, 11:03 AM Post #9 |
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Queen of the Monkeys
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Keely was more than a little startled when Ben grabbed her and dragged her out of view of the hallway. She glanced up at him, ready to give him her best angry-Christmas-elf glare, when she saw the look on his face. Instantly she dropped her previous hyper manner, giving the tall boy her full attention. In one way, Keely was in a similar situation as Ben. Of course, her family wasn't dead, at least as far as she knew, but she had no idea where they were, or what her relationship with them was now. She had no way of knowing if they loved or despised her, if they wanted her to come back home, or if they were glad she was gone. That was probably the main reason she hadn't spent more time trying to locate them after the time shift; she was afraid of what she might find. So like Ben, she'd adopted her circle of friends as her family, and hearing that someone had tried to hurt them made her more than a little angry. She glanced carefully around the edge of the door, getting a quick look at the green haired boy in question and fixing his appearance in her mind for future reference. Then she looked back to Ben. "Want me to run him off?" she asked seriously. The question that seemed slightly ludicrous coming from a tiny girl in an elf costume, unless of course you actually knew Keely. |
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| Zank | Dec 18 2009, 02:23 PM Post #10 |
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"I hate Christmas." Dain bellowed a heavy sigh as he rounded a corner of the hallway, finally locating the room where the party was being held. "But more than that, I hate gettin' dressed up to try and impress people. If I wanted to do that I'd usually take off my clothes." He glanced back and smacked the back of his hand against the sluggish, apathetic Kirien that he had in tow. The two young men had came dressed in identical suits. Classic black coats with matching pants, ties and shining black dress shoes. Underneath they bore white collared shirts, as was the tradition when garbed in such attire. They were simple suits that he believed fit every kind of occassion. Dain had no concern as to whether the color choice was appropriate. There was only one real reason why he was here dressed the way he was. Maddie. She was the reason he'd searched so desperately for the tiny gift wrapped box he carried within his left hand. It wasn't something he was going to leave to chance, he'd hand it to her himself. Screw the Elephant. The two had finally arrived at the entrance. There were people everywhere. Some socializing, others standing around awkwardly, none were Maddie, and none really mattered. "Alright you sorry sack of skin. Either shape up, get in there and make your presence known. Or sit out here with the rest of these freakin' losers, wish you had the courage to go in, and cry yourself to sleep tonight." Dain shrugged his shoulders and gave his friend a smirk,"Though the Kirien I know ain't afraid of anything, even ladies that he's felt up." With that Dain was off into the room. The only reasons he was still visable were his superior height and out of control hairstyle. Though the room was relatively large, people still managed to bump into Dain. Some nearly spilling drinks, others brushing shoulders, but all getting on his nerves. It mattered not though, once he found her it'd be worth it all. But the immeasurable number of faces made it difficult to locate her. "All these stupid people make it so damn hard to-"that's when he spotted her. Dressed just as beautifully as he'd expected, if not more so. Once his eyes grabbed hold of her, they refused to let go. He moved to where she was, not bothering to avoid any of the people in their crowds. Dain cleared his throat and spoke clearly,"Excuse me. You're Maddie." Her name off of his tongue was a lyric that forced a smile to his face. "I'm Dain. We met on the bus during that trip to the beach." Though his gut wanted him to be nervous, the teen was much too confident to let it be. "I know that we're not supposed to give gifts but I don't care. I wanted you to have this. It's from me, to you. Especially to you. But you can't open it here. Not yet at least. " He lifted his left hand and held it out to her, hoping she wouldn't run from him. Edited by Zank, Dec 18 2009, 02:26 PM.
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 18 2009, 03:28 PM Post #11 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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[[ ooc - omg i'm already loving this! ]] Izel was doing her best, that was the truth. In the long run this internship had been good for her; they were required to attend several fashionable events a week and know everyone who came through the doors and report on exactly what happened. Not only that, but she had to carry on pleasant, nice conversations with people she could care less about; it had taken time but she was getting the knack for just talking to people. Not precisely her cup of tea but the internship at the fashion magazine made her parents happy and kept her busy. Nursing a cup of punch, Izel surveyed the attendees so far; she was surprised by the turn out, to be honest - she'd expected people to wear jeans and hoodies. She would have much preferred that to her golden curve hugging gown and Jimmy Choos, but there was that image to maintain now. Micah had flitted off somewhere to help do something so she was, for the moment, alone. Turning on her toes slowly, she was bumped into by a young man; she'd had this happen to her before, wearing a much more expensive dress, except now she was strangely able to avoid being drenched by the sickeningly sweet punch. "It's okay," she said coolly, her pale blue eyes flitting over the young man, "no harm done." Her generous lips pulled up into a smile, inwardly she was coaching herself, 'Be nice to people. Smile. Have conversations; it's good for you.' She nodded as he confirmed that neither of them were harmed by the liquid and would have readily gone elsewhere - except in a moment his demeanor changed. Her eyes followed his to the gift, the surface drenched in punch. "Let me," she said offhandedly, plucking the package from his hand, holding it in her left and her right hovered over it. She'd learned this trick trying to get wrinkles out of her skirt for work one day. Just the right amount of heat and she could effectively steam dry the package. In an instant it was done and she held the box out, only slightly the worse for wear. "All better," she smiled, actually amused with herself; she was charming when she genuinely smiled like that. "I'm Izel," she offered, but not her hand; that was still hotter than an oven. There were a few drawbacks to her powers at times. Meanwhile... Ben glanced back out of the door, and had to juggle pointing a few guests in the right direction though he did so with less cheer and far less patience. It seemed like Venser was here in the company of two girls; how typical. He was frusterated, he just knew Venser had decided to come, crash the party and over compensate for his hurt feelings over being dumped by showcasing just how popular he thought he was. Searching the room, it wasn't hard to find Izel; she positively glowed in the gold dress and it looked as if she was in pleasant conversation with a guy. Grimacing he shook his head and gave Keely a glum smile, "I would like to say yes, but Maddie wouldn't want that." Realizing he had just thrown a huge dampener on the acrobats night his shoulders slumped, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure Izel can take care of herself; she's even managed to be a little friendly," he jerked his chin to where the blond now stood holding someone else's gift. "Why don't you go have fun; I'm sure Micah would love to see you," he said sheepishly. He didn't say it, but he was resolved to keep an eye on that situation; he would not allow the selfish man-whore the chance to ruin Maddie's party. Meanwhile... She was having a great time; the party had been the perfect idea! She flitted around, introducing herself to people she didn't know, offering her opinions on the snacks and even getting a few people refills on their drinks. It had been such a long time since she'd attended a real party she hadn't even realized how much she'd missed them until now! In the midst of a rather pointless conversation about whether or not it would snow before Christmas, the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat just behind her made the petite French girl turn around, face to face with the white buttons on an otherwise nice dress shirt. There was a pause, during which her large brown eyes followed one button after the other up, and up and up to another set of chocolate brown eyes. Oh my. She knew that face, of course when she'd last seen it, he'd been covered in a goodly amount of pink, glittery gooy mess that was her fault. She assumed he was still upset by that, her cheeks flushing a tiny bit pink and her lips moving of their own accord without sound for a moment; he beat her to actually forming words. His next words surprised her; he wasn't angry? A bit confused, she reached out and took the box from him. She was a little uncomfortable, mostly because she remembered all too well what he had said on the bus and she still had no idea how to respond to that; he was nothing like Ben, though their build was similar, there was nothing but gentleness about Ben. "Dain," she repeated with a slight nod of her head, her French accent flavoring all of her words out of sheer nerves. "It is Christmas, the season of giving," she smiled, fishing into the pocket of her dress and pulling out a tiny, rough hewn crystal like object and holding it out to him. It wasn't much, but it was all she had on hand, "A healing charm," she explained, "put it in a wound and it speeds up the recovery." That was her gift; healing. She wouldn't, of course, mention that she cried those crystals, that they were concentrated, solidified stem cells that liquefied in contact with bodily fluids and became part of the body, healing it many times faster than one could on their own. "I - I never got to apologize," she tucked her chin back, looking up at him through her thick lashes, "about the accident; I am very sorry." Her cheeks colored over even more, something like that was embarrassing, she should be able to control herself better. She was also quite unassuming and could only fathom that Dain was still in some measure upset about the whole accident. "Sometimes that just happens - and I'm so sorry; forgive me?" Meanwhile... Micah was happy enough to stand a little away from all of the activity, drink in hand and leaning up against a bit of open wall space and simply watch people for now. She didn't have to be On tonight, knowing exactly what was going on. This was a party she could enjoy, or at least she hoped so. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 18 2009, 05:58 PM Post #12 |
Diving Lost Mind....
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Kirien had protested this entire idea. He protested while buying his gift, he protested while getting dressed, he protested while trudging up the stairs, but the funny thing about protesting to Dain was that it was absolutely useless, and Kirien knew this better than anybody else. He knew for a fact that Dain wasn’t listening to a single word. In fact, the larger teen had been acting a little weird lately, even for Dain. He would randomly get the stupidest smile on his face, he’d completely space out during the middle of conversations, and once, Kirien walked into Dain’s room and he could’ve sworn he saw his best friend petting an old shirt. Now they stood before the door and Dain gave his version of a ‘pep’ talk while the grey eyed teen tried to adjust his formal attire into fitting anywhere comfortably and failing miserably. The words were scathing, but exactly what Kirien needed. He’d already come this far, he already had his gift in his hands, he could do this! DAIN:“Though the Kirien I know ain't afraid of anything, even ladies that he's felt up." Damn you Dain, low blow. Kirien fought back the urge to blush, and was going to strike back at his friend only to find that the guy was no longer there. Indeed the larger teen had seemed to charge off like a wild bull into the party leaving a slightly stunned Kirien behind. Quickly adopting the look of a deer caught in the headlights, Kirien’s first task was to get out of the doorway. He quickly darted for the nearest corner as he wasn’t nearly confident enough to try mingling just yet. He leaned against the wall and heaved a small sigh, glancing at the small package in his hands. ”Wonder where I’m supposed to put this…” |
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| Zank | Dec 18 2009, 06:26 PM Post #13 |
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New Student
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"Forgive you? There was never any real need for an apology little lady." Dain lifted his hand and waved off whatever trouble she felt the two of them had before. In truth, he hadn't been too upset about the whole incident at all. It had given him an excuse to speak with her as casually as possible. Women like her usually had some sort of grudge or distaste with Dain, though he had no idea as to how or why. The only reason he became even slightly angry on that bus was because the wand had eluded his hands with ease. The teen had immense pride, most of all in his hand speed. That small piece of plastic made him doubt his ability for a second, and it enraged him. The small crystal sat still within the palm of his hand for a moment. His eyes were fixated upon it intensely. The more he thought about the object, the happier he grew. It reminded the boy of himself. Very rough around all the edges, simple yet mystical all at once, but always so very clear and forward. "Thank you Maddie, I'll keep it close just in case." He tucked the small charm in his breast pocket for the safest passage. It really was the perfect gift for him. Then it hit Dain like a million tons of bricks hauled by an 18 wheeler being chased by a bus. Her gift was an amazing charm that would heal a mortal wound, and one that held some thought within it. His gift was nothing compared to her's. It was practically insignificant, cheap, and silly. He should have procured something with more monetary or sentimental value than the one he'd gotten. "Uhmm I didn't really have a whole lot of time to look for anything better than what I got you. So uhmm..."Dain's voice trailed off into a sea of nervousness. The sharks of insecurity loomed out in the distance. Thoughts of what she would do or say when she opened it plagued his mind. None of the scenes ended well for him. "Ya know what? You should open it now while nobody else is around. Don't really wanna make a scene right?" He struggled to swallow down the slight discomfort in his chest. |
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| Ryu | Dec 18 2009, 10:13 PM Post #14 |
YEAH-UH!
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Like everyone else, Go saw the advertisements for the party all over campus, advertising food and good times and Christmas goodwill. Now, Go happened to like all of these things, especially food, however he wasn't sure if he should go or not. He had been rather lonely after all, without many/any friends, he'd pretty much been holed up in his room for about a year. Then again, he questioned if going would be worth it considering how shy he was, thinking he wouldn't talk to anyone. In the end, Go decided to go and try his best to make at least one new friend. And failing that, he would stuff himself and sneak away as much food as he could. With as much food as they would likely have, Go didn't think anyone would miss it if he took a few things with him after the party. Clad in his school uniform, kept immaculately clean and pressed, Go made his way to the party, his gift in his hands. Go couldn't afford to buy something from a store, so he did the next best thing and made his. With some creative use of his powers, Go was able to create a small clay bowl, wrapping it in some newspaper he painted to make it look festive and not like newspaper. Once he got to the party, he looked around the room, noticing two things. One, he was horribly under dressed for this party, everyone wearing such nice suits and dresses. Definitely much nicer than what Go had on, despite his uniform being as close to pristine as possible. It couldn't really be helped though. Secondly, he realized that he did, in fact, not know a single person there, Keely being out of sight when he got there. Of course, the fact that he didn't know anyone period and was trying to fix that was the reason he was at the party in the first place. Setting his gift on the table with the other gifts, Go felt his gift looked so insignificant and small compared to some of the other gifts, but tried to comfort himself by telling himself that his gift had heart, having been created by his own two hands. After setting his gift down, he walked over to the table with food, grabbing a plate and loading up and just about everything. He created a little mountain of eats on his plate then made his way to the wall, watching everyone else interact as he quietly ate. |
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| Orange-kun | Dec 18 2009, 11:12 PM Post #15 |
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The 101 Cancer Patient Challenge~!
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....at least, the present probably wouldn't be ruined as long as nobody boiled the contents. Michael's eyes had been quick to pass over Izel's figure, lingering in one place no longer than necessary to avoid appearing rude, but the details had not been lost on him. Any sign of concern Michael felt after Izel took his present and surrounded it with her hands was hidden behind an impenetrable smile of interest. He watched as she heated his present and little wisps of steam escaped the wrinkled wrapping as it dried, thinking about the possibly ill effects such heat would have on the contents. If she could make the outside steam, would the water inside boil at all? Would that make catastrophic pressure in the enclosed object? Michael almost thought he heard a boiling noise, but it was just his stomach quietly growling. Between this and Izel introducing herself, Michael came out of musings and got his present back, before introducing himself right back. "I'm Michael." He was about to offer his hand when he saw that she had not done the same and instead put the napkins he had grabbed back on the table. The image of her drying off his present flashed through his mind, and he felt that now was a good time to forgo the courtesy. With a smile he added: "You look absolutely dazzling, Izel." "And here I am dressed for Halloween." He commented on the stained cuffs of his exquisite suit, holding them up in a demonstration. "It's a side-effect of my healing ability unfortunately." With the second comment he laughed, wondering how he could possibly entertain such a beauty for any amount of time. In truth, he felt like just a boy in front of her, and the conversational courtesies his parents taught him would only hold out so long. "So what does a beautiful Christmas party guest do on their time off?" This question was directly taken from his Father's repertoire, also exactly the one his Father had used on his Mother when they first met, though Michael didn't know this. |
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| The Master of Mischief | Dec 19 2009, 12:35 AM Post #16 |
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Queen of the Monkeys
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Keely pouted for a moment on being told that she couldn't amuse herself by running the green haired boy off, but then she sighed. "Yeah, yeh're right. Maddie wouldn't like it, and I don't want to mess up her party." Then, peering closely up at the taller boy, she recognized his I'm-going-to-take-care-of-this-so-as-not-to-trouble-the-girls look. He got like that sometimes when he was feeling protective, which, with Ben, was just about all the time. "Hey," she said, "I'll help yeh keep an eye on him. And don't go worrying about me, I'll have a perfectly lovely time at the party while I do so." She stood on tip-toes in a failed attempt to look him in the eye so he'd take her seriously. Though who would take her seriously when she was dressed as a Christmas elf was anyone's guess. "Yell if yeh need a hand, I'll be there before yeh can spit." Giving him another smile, she waltzed out into the party, the bells on her pointed hat and shoes jingling merrily. |
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| Grahm | Dec 19 2009, 04:07 AM Post #17 |
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Mid-Boss
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Hailey's efforts had turned out to be completely unnecessary due to the arrival of the guy's date right on cue, which was a good thing in all ways. They seemed to be somewhat awkward around others, but as a Angel who was reincarnated as a dark side she fancied that she could see some sort of budding connection between the pair that had at least something to do with love, and since Hailey was by definition a Love Freak she was content to melt away into the background and let the two spend their time together. She stopped at the doorway to give the large guy at the front a warm smile and a quick "Season's Greetings!" before she continued onward to the party, stopping off quickly to drop her present under the tree before going out to mingle. Grahm had since decided to not be completely bored out of his skull for the next several hours, so instead he started making commentary on the people he knew at the party to Hailey. "I believe that guy up at the front is named Ben, I don't know much about him really, we just met once at the hot springs, but he seemed like a nice guy at first glance, so I didn't really attempt to talk with him any further since then. Unless I'm mistaken, that... elf over there would have to be Keely, the animorph acrobat. We met a few months back during an attack by some small-time D-class villain who called himself 'Toymaster'. And oh god, it's that b*tch Izel, the one in the golden dress, she downright threatened me that same day I met Ben, I really think that she doesn't like Villains much, and she thought I was some sort of weakling too. Of course, I hadn't killed anybody yet back then, but still. And hang on, I think I recognize that guy sitting over by the food there from sometime earlier, but what was his name again... Oh right, that's Go Something-or-other, the kid who solved my first riddle. Yeah, that's right, I claimed him as my arch-nemesis shortly after that happened and then completely forgot about him, it looks like he's been dragged through the crap since then." "He looks so lonely and starved, I feel sorry for him. Well Grahm, it's time to meet your arch-nemesis in the flesh!" Hailey then threaded her way through the crowd to the food table, grabbed a rather frosting-laden gingerbread cookie from the selection, and bit off the head as she finished following in the path that Go had gone through just minutes prior, eventually ending up leaning against the wall along side the kid. "Uh, Hi. Your name's Go, right? My name's Hailey, and one of my acquaintances, Grahm Lowtide, mentioned you earlier, something about you two being being nemeses or something. Did you come here alone, I don't see anybody else here with you..." Hailey then looked to her left and right to make sure that nobody else was making a beeline for them like what had happened earlier with the green-haired guy, and after she was satisfied, she continued. "Well, don't let it get you down, alright? I'm sure that someone who looks as nice as you do will find some friends in no time. In fact, I think that I'd be willing to help you out, even if mean ol' Grahm gets grouchy about it later." Forget later, Grahm was being quite grouchy about the whole thing right then and there. After all, Hailey was just his fears and such bundled into a personality created by that Korya jerk, so as a facet of himself she should be submissive to his will, and his will included avoiding fraternizing with his arch nemeses. "Hailey, if it wasn't for the fact that your wearing a dress I would have taken this body back and taken back everything you just said. You can't go around being chummy with the good guys when your an part of the evil organization, it's against all reason and policies!" "Grahm, look at the poor kid, he's sitting there all alone without a single friend around, you should befriend him out of the goodness of your heart. And if you won't then I will and there's nothing you can do to stop me." |
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| Yesterday | Dec 19 2009, 11:31 AM Post #18 |
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Fool on the Hill
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It was a good evening and she was quickly beginning to enjoy herself. She couldn't have felt happier that someone had asked her to anything, but now she did. She couldn't place the feeling, but it certainly was perking her up ever so slightly. Relief spread through her body and gave her that slight pick-me-up that she would desperately need to at least start getting through this night; not that anything could prepare her for what could, and probably would, happen tonight. “Thanks,” she smiled at him as he complimented her old dress. She would have liked to accept it as easily as he had given it, but he was acting oddly again. As much as she didn't want to suspect him of anything and repeat the mistakes that she had made when they had just met, it was becoming increasingly hard for her to take him for face value. He seemed a tad antsy and not due to her being fashionable late. It was as something in the party was bothering him; as if he felt the need to look over his shoulder, like he was afraid of something. “What's wrong? It's just a party,” she said bluntly. She wasn't going to play the silly games they had before. All she wanted to do was go into the party. She certainly wasn't going to be disappointed; not with the decorations that twinkled in a multitude of colors, the wonderful smell of the food, and the crowd of people. Out of all it though, it was the people that took her by surprise. She wandering in watching the menagerie of colors that she saw. Not of their clothes, but their hair. Every color in the rainbow could have been displayed on the very heads of the party guests. She was taken aback, but perhaps she was just too oblivious trying to stay off the radar to notice that she wasn't the only blip here. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 20 2009, 12:02 PM Post #19 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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Just a party, heh... The young hunk held that thought for a little in his mind, an if she only knew look in his emerald orbs and half a smile curled in his lips. How would she feel being pressed (even if by the chances of life) into seeing a whole group of people that was certainly not to be so happy about his coming to the party? Let alone with someone... Why was it that he cared so much about whether if they saw him or not with someone else? Did he had a motive behind it? If so... what was it? The intent staring of his date at the door of the party, at the colorful decoration, at the swaying of people going in and out, stopped his silly musings and made him slap himself awake. Did he really care what they would say? Had he ever cared? He'd done many things people always would look with a quirked eye... what was so different now. The party was a perfect chance to set things straight and a good time as ever to explain himself and even ask a few questions. Venser: "Yeah, nevermind. Let's get ourselves some punch." With all his thinking, distracted by his date and that little feeling in his throat that something was not going to be ok at the moment he crossed that threshold, the green haired teen forgot completely about his call and even didn't mind the text messages he could usually sense in his phone. The guy he had called in for aid had no clue as to what he had meant and was asking for directions. he surely knew the location, but... what did he had to bring? Venser offered his arm for the girl to grab hold of and after a long deep sigh, he walked towards the entrance, to meet the first of many faces he was not all that keen to see all at once. === Black hair done upwards with a quick pass of a comb and some gel, over a nice looking tho somewhat generic black long sleeved shirt, with matching pants. Regi was not a very socially active person, so he didn't quite have the right attire for such an occasion. Even when trying to find out something thru Venser's wardrobe, he didn't got a solution to his distress. That had been why he had been so late despite the relative proximity of his dorm to the party. At last, he had managed to produce something out of a gaming buddy's closet. Not the best... but what other choices did he had at that point? On his own, and cradling a palmsized gift out of mishearing what he had been asked to bring, Regi walked into the hallway that lead to the rec and followed the loud music that was slowly reaching for him. He knew this was a mistake. Gamers, like him, didn't precisely enjoyed large gatherings of people, unless they were themed around their likes. And, while xmas was surely a fine as any date, he'd rather chose stay at his dorm playing games with his buddies all night over having to mix up with so many strangers, aliens to his many avatars. Given there was no reply from his friend, he had thought on giving this up and go back to his small dorm where his many vast worlds awaited him. There was but just one thing that needed held him from that and it was that it just... Regi: "Huele tan bien..." Everyone knows that a gamer's diet is basically whatever they can get stuffed in a mini fridge, can be served as quickly as possible and can be eaten while keeping a hand on the keyboard/control pad. So a chance at even if just smelling such a thing as all what he could fix in his nostrils was not only rare, but secret rare. He looked back down the alley that had led him here, the path so empty, dark and cold. Ahead of him the bright lights, the rich scents of well prepared meals, the alluring promises of a nice meal. It wasn't such as if he was picking a path between going full monogreen aggro or blue-black control. Barely if catching a glimpse of the green haired youth that was personally responsible for getting him out of the safety of his dorm, Regi approached the party on his own, but despite his stomach pulling him in, his uneasiness towards social events was not letting him get past the first large tree set outside as a decoration. Bad time to back out, too late... |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 20 2009, 02:27 PM Post #20 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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She very nearly rolled her eyes; did she attract these types? There had been the kid from class, Sean, and what weird thoughts flitted through her head then were beyond her, only that Izel rubbed off on her in more ways than one. Mashywhateverhisnamewas was a separate story altogether. This guy, however, was more awkward teen than anything else. It was a bit strange to think of herself in those terms; killing someone seemed to make the whole world different, killing many someones just made the whole world seem different - even if it was for the right reasons, in her mind at least. "You can put them under the tree." She looked different, of course, wearing more than a bathing suit and shorts. The black dress with the stylish cardigan somehow softened her curves, making her appear at least more feminine. "Over there," she gestured with one hand, the other nursing a cup of punch. The whole beach ordeal had been strange, a bit on the crazy side if she was consulted, but she'd seen a lot of crazy things over the last year so she doubted if that would be the last. Meanwhile She was relieved to know that Dain was not upset at her, though she knew in the end all conflicts could reach some resolution; Maddie believed in the fact that deep down all people were good. She may be disillusioned, but she always saw the best in people, perhaps that was why her gift of Healing was so befitting. While Dain observed the crystal, Maddie was having her own realizations; they were not, in fact, upset at one another, and he had, in fact brought her a present. His words from before, when they met, rang fresh in her ears again. If there was one thing she was not accustomed to was this kind of attention, and especially by such an older student. She was very much aware that her age and status alone as a French diplomats daughter marked her in ways others might not appreciate. There were enough students her age vying for the attention of older boys that the whole situation could, in her diplomatic eyes, create quite a fuss, a fuss she would very much prefer to avoid - tonight. He broke the small silence between them first, earning a new smile from her, "Good," she nodded, "it would be terrible if anything bad were to happen to you." Again, she cared for everyone and the idea of even a person getting a paper-cut was enough to bring a tear to her eye! She had no idea he would probably take her words to mean something else entirely! Holding the small package in her hands, she glanced at it before shaking her head, "I'm sure it's lovely." She had been given many useless or quite frankly inappropriate gifts as a diplomats daughter; shrunken heads for a four year old is inappropriate, and terrorizing. Maddie very much doubted his present would be any worse and actually did anticipate it being something at least useful, or maybe edible? Boys seemed to like food a lot; at least Ben did. "Really," she chuckled, "I'm sure I'll love it." Her attention wavered for an instant, catching sight of something in the doorway that she thought for a moment had to be a joke, a fluke of the eye; she saw green hair, framed by the door. She felt a dark, ominous feeling, recalling all too well the horror of seeing her best friend fighting for his life - against another student. Her hands felt suddenly cold and clammy, she might even have swayed, her dark eyes large and a look of worry crossing her face. She sought out Izel, muttering, "I'm so sorry Dain," as she did, feeling terrible for being so rude. Izel's back was to the door, Ben was at the door, she felt certain that fireworks were immanent... Her large, expressive eyes snapped back up to Dain's her face pale and pleading, "I'm so sorry, I do not mean to be rude, but I - I think something bad may happen..." Not to mention the last time she had seen him, Venser had tried to kill her. Meanwhile True to form, Izel was oblivious to what was going on at the door, her back turned to it and her attention on the student, Michael. Inwardly she begrudged the inching higher heels; the current fashion had gone from a moderate four inch heel to five if even six inches! Izel was not a short girl, either, being 5'7", even adding four inches made her close to six foot! It was ridiculous, she thought, but saying so could get her the worse assignments for the next week at ZoomZoom so thoughts like that were better kept to herself. "Pleasure to meet you, Michael," she repeated, the name and face flitting away into memory where it would stay. "Thank you," she replied coolly to his compliment, feeling it was only right that she should look her best, and that people should notice - but that was the type of thought cultivated over time and similar attention being paid to her. She could still accept the compliment though, and doing so with a modicum of grace. She had no, in fact, bothered to assess his suit with scrutiny, feeling it a student function and lucky that the turn out was even on the respectable side, a little wrinkledness or some such was easily over looked. She did, of course, note the cuffs as he pointed them out, latching onto the common denominator: healing. "So you are a healer?" It was of course obvious if he had said it, "Maddie du Lac, the hostess," she gestured to where the petite strawberry blond was speaking to a rather giant looking sort of boy she recognized with some bitterness, "is a healer as well." Izel lacked any healing ability, but was equipped far too well to cause harm, even for her own tastes. The pleasantries polished over, one brow quirked at his last question. She was again reminded that she had little interest in anything to do with the opposite sex once they started with these lines - but it was a party, and she should make nice. "I would begin by asking you 'What free time?'" Her mouth twisted up in an amused, bitter manner. "There is little of it apart from school and my internship," she explained, "so what there is left over is usually spent sleeping, though on the rare occasion there is a little more time left over, generally surfing, diving, sailing, or playing with guns." Oh yes, she had a soft spot for firearms, very powerful firearms. "What about you, Michael?" She was finding that casual conversation was something she'd lacked recently; everything recently had been either about school or ZoomZoom. Strange that her life would have altered so much in the last year. "How do you like AHS?" Meanwhile Ben leaned down, putting hands on knees and actually meeting Keely face to face, feeling that the party had at least become a lot less fun for him. He did have a slight difficulty at first not laughing at the tiny acrobat, but she was so very serious, it was contagious. "Go have fun," he nodded, knowing it was enough for one of them to worry this much. Straightening up, he could hear her retreating through the din of the party, the music only loud enough to fill the room. Leaning against the door frame, Ben greeted a few more guests more casually than he had before. His purpose now changed, telling people where to put their presents and tossing in a 'Merry Christmas' wasn't so hard. He didn't even try to hide that he was watching Venser and his date approach the doors, his golden eyes hard in his boyish face, framed by blue hair and a Santa hat. He didn't want him here; heck, the last time Ben had seen this guy he'd been willing to kill him. However, this was an open invitation party and he knew Maddie would feel it the worst thing in the world if they didn't include the moldy haired wanna-be killer. "Presents under the tree, please," he said coldly, his eyes locked on Venser's face alone. The girl probably didn't matter, hell, she probably didn't even know what kind of a monster Venser was. "Keep it civil," he added, instead of Merry Christmas. After knowing he'd attacked a child and Izel, he'd regretted showing him such mercy and instead wished he'd just died. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 20 2009, 05:56 PM Post #21 |
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Diving Lost Mind....
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Kirien blinked innocently at the girl, then at his gift, then at the tree. The connection between the three was finally made and he offered her a lopsided smile, the difference in her attire and overall appearance was enough for Kirien to believe that the two had never met, despite the fact they had indeed met on the beach trip. As he headed for the tree he caught sight of his best friend out of the corner of his eye. As he adjusted to get a better view his eyes widened in shock. Not only was Dain talking to a girl, she was bushing. And not in that, ‘Get away from me you pervert’ kind of way but the ‘he just said something flattering and I’m embarrassed’ kind of way. The shock on Kirien’s face stuck with him as he turned away and found a suitable place for his gift. ’Dain is actually sweet talking a girl…’ not even the thought sounded plausible to Kirien, but there it was. His brute of a friend not only having a better time, but also talking to a girl. What had Kirien been doing all this time? Hugging the wall and wishing he wasn’t here. He moved to grab a cup of punch and suddenly a fierce sense of competitiveness arose within him. Kirien wasn’t going to lose out in this. Dain would hold it over his head for the entirety of the time they attended AHS. Kirien even groaned and shook his head a little at the thought. Giving the already mouthy Dain any viable ammunition to work with was a fate worse than death! Something had to be done to keep this from happening and Kirien knew exactly what that was. Ignoring his friend on the way back to the wall Kirien was pleased to see that the girl who had directed him in where to put his gift hadn’t moved from her position. This would be as good a place to start as any. If a meathead like Dain could do it, there was no way Kirien couldn’t do this as well. He was going to mingle and he was going to enjoy himself. His mind was made. Leaning again against the wall next to Micah, Kirien cleared his throat softly in order to get the girl’s attention again. He flashed his half smile once more and gave a quick nod, ”Thanks for the help, I appreciate it. My name’s Kirien, it’s nice to meet you.” |
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| Orange-kun | Dec 20 2009, 06:33 PM Post #22 |
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The 101 Cancer Patient Challenge~!
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If Michael was any kind of nervous talking to Izel before, when it was just her tallness and full beauty to contend with, her comment about liking guns and the overall change in her presence made him uneasy. He didn't know that it was the way he had formed his question that made her feel that way, but immediately felt after she answered that he should probably leave her to whoever she was here for. Izel had given him an out, pointing out the hostess of the party and telling him they had healing in common, but had followed up with a question. Maddie seemed a lot more approachable than the towering-in-heels Izel, but was already talking to someone, so Michael would avoid any possible rudeness and wait to introduce himself. Michael wondered about the inflection Izel had put on Maddie's last name, as it sounded possibly Italian. He wasn't too good with placing where names came from, but it seemed a little similar to his own, and his Father had told him long ago that as long as there's another Italian around, you'll never go lonely. It had worked in the past and apparently it didn't matter that Michael was a second-generation immigrant, but he had met some very interesting people. "I really enjoy it here. It's nice to be in a school with other people, though some times it's hard to keep up. I get a lot of chances to use my powers." Without even realizing, Michael had been remembering the gunshot victim he had treated. He never made a habit of pulling up this memory, but it was one of the few that could take the smile of his face. Something in the way Izel had mentioned firearms had stirred the response and flashes of the trauma passed through his mind. Licking his lips nervously, Michael was now visibly frowning, which was both a strange and rare look for him, and he came to the conclusion that the person in front of him wasn't just scary. She seemed downright dangerous. Perhaps he was over-reacting, but Michael wanted to get away from this person who could mention guns with any kind of affection, imagined or otherwise. "Anyways, I think I'll go put my tree under the present and mingle more." With that hasty and verbal blunder of a farewell, Michael left the snack table without another word, let alone a thank you for Izel's help in drying his present. As he walked, he took several deep breaths, and slowly his natural smile began coming back. His right hand was nervously rubbing away at the blood stain on his left cuff, and he realized that he had left his drink back at the table. Putting his awkward present with the rest of them, he made a beeline for the hostess to keep his words honest and that he wouldn't just wallflower for a bit. By the time he had approached Maddie and the guy with her, he was calm. "Merry Christmas." Michael started with a smile before extending his hand. "I'm Michael. I heard you were the host and decided I should introduce myself." He had briefly considered apologizing in case he was interrupting them, but had decided to keep it short. |
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| Zank | Dec 20 2009, 08:02 PM Post #23 |
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New Student
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There! It had worked in some regard. Somehow Dain was able to stir, not only a smile but even a slight laugh from the small girl. Though it was his original goal, he hadn't given too much thought to the success rate of his plan. But here they were now, the two of them sharing a peaceful moment together, laughing and smiling. This must have been the "magic" of Christmas that all of those songs, movies, commercials and people talked about. "Well I do really hope you like it. Couldn't really think of what a lovely lady like yourself would really want, so I just went with my gut on this one." He shared with a quick chuckle of his own, hoping that the atmosphere would last. The moment came to an abrupt halt however, when Dain saw her face fall pale. It was a drastic change from her usual sunbathed skin tone. But more alarming was the look she wore as she struggled to free the words from her throat. This was something he knew all too well, the look of fear and dismay. It was the same expression people gave him more often than he cared to remember. Something was amiss within the party, something was disturbing the gentle girl before him, and something needed to be done about it. Her apology cut into him, but the wound was gone as she mentioned the possibility of trouble breaking out, left with a smiling scar. "Hey. Don't worry. If there's a scrap or any kind of commotion, I'm the guy you wanna have around." Dain balled a fist and tried his best to deliver a reassuring smile,"I'll protect ya from whatever's got ya spooked." Just then an unknown boy interrupted their conversation. He was a scrawny one, who didn't look threatening in the least. From his demeanor, behavior, and tone, Dain guessed that this teen wasn't the person or thing troubling Maddie. He'd allow him to have his moment with her, despite the bother it had caused him. If there was one thing Dain couldn't stand, it was people lacking manners. |
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| NekoNyanNyan | Dec 20 2009, 10:16 PM Post #24 |
The World Ends With You
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It was Christmas time again and the twins Tsuinjou and Hitoemoi Kyouyuu were glad that there was a party around campus that they could enjoy. In fact, because they had some serious mixed feelings about going home for the holidays, they were glad that there was something going on around campus they could be a part of. And this was a chance that was better than most. They were have fun, meet new people, maybe make some friends and just have an all around good time. It was perfect!! And so, the twins would arrive, though a bit later than they had wanted to. They had a bit of trouble picking which outfit would go on whom before they could actually get here. But it was decided that Tsuinjou would go the route she usually went, sporting a white tee with the words "Angel" written over her chest over a long sleeves black shirt and very rare but very nice white denim jeans. Her twin, Hitoemoi would almost be the exact opposite. She wore pretty much the inverse of Tsuinjou, though instead of jeans, Hitoemoi would a black skirt. The two wore matching black and white sneakers and wore very few accessories, just a pair of earrings. When they got there, they were a bit saddened by the fact that there was no one they knew there. But in turn, that was something to be happy about. It meant that they could meet that many more people and make that many more friends. There was a combination of happiness and uneasiness coming from there especially since they were both horrible at speaking English and could only really speak Japanese. They each brought a gift, promptly walking over to the gift pile and setting theirs along with the rest. But now, they needed to socialize and the shy twins didn't know how exactly to go about that, especially if no one really spoke enough Japanese. "I hope this goes well Nee-san." Hitoemoi said while standing behind her twin. "Me too..." Tsuinjou added with an uneasy smile on her face. Tsuinjou's Gift Hitoemoi's Gift |
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| Yesterday | Dec 21 2009, 12:05 AM Post #25 |
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Fool on the Hill
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“Punch,” she questioned still staggering from the the crowd. It was less of a question and more of a defense mechanism to try and snap her out of the whirlwind of sensations that were assaulting her. The lights, the music and the colors; The colors was the worst part of it, but all of them together formed a massive dazzling sensation to someone as ill prepared for it as her. There was an awkward moment after he mentioned going to get something to drink, whilst she gazed blankly at the excitement and underlying tension there within. It was odd, but she failed to quite grasp the situation amidst the joy in her heart. She was finally at a student party and was going to fit in. The thought finally snapped her out of the hypnotizing effects of the party; standing near the entrance ogling the party goers and their fun wasn't what she should be doing. She decided to try and undergo the entire ordeal with a new false vim and maybe a spritz of vigor that she tried to summon up from the torrent of lethargy that poured down on her. The vim, false as it may be, at least had finally pointed out Venser's arm, just waiting for her to accompany it. Sakura quickly obliged as soon as her lucidity came back to her. She was almost too happy to be the girl on his arm; at least for now, but one can never tell what the future holds. At least Sakura thought so. “Yes, let's go get some punch.” As they entered it really looked as if the party was in full swing. Students chatting and having a rather good time. Music playing and creating a delightful mood amidst the revelry that most of the students seemed to share. The smell of the delicious foods, both baked or otherwise filled the air and completed the glorious trifecta of sight, sound, and smell. They had even prepared a rather tall young man to see to new arrivals. Though, that part she had could cared less for, truth be told. He was a rather young man and despite the Santa hat that capped his blue brow, he really didn't fit any sort of greeter that she had ever seen. When they had entered his gaze had been locked firmly on Venser. A cold, calculating, stare that could probably pierce to the very soul of the person that it hit. She had never seen anything like it in her short little life. It was almost as if he was trying to exude pure malevolence and possible bodily harm through his glare alone. If it was all possible to perform such a feat, the blue haired boy would probably have mastered it handily and put a patent on it. She unhooked her arm, scared of what would happen to her if she disobeyed the tall greeter that oversaw them. Someone was certainly trying to play The Grinch this Christmas, but she wasn't going to be the one to tell it to his face; nor was she going to be the one to cross him. She quickly followed his orders and placed her gift among the other colorful, wrapped enigmas that lounged carelessly under the tree just waiting for their demise at the hands of the party goers. There was an uneasy feeling inside when she thought of walking back to Venser. It wasn't so much the grudge match between the two boys, but the mystery that surrounded it. She tried not to dwell on it like she had done when they first met. Suspecting people from the start was a bad thing and only led to trouble and loneliness. She'd just keep herself occupied and go get them their drinks while Venser dealt with the angry doorman. Being helpful would be better than being in the way, she would repeat to herself as she made her way to the punch bowl. Hopefully the blue behemoth had meant it when he had told Venser to keep it civil and would follow his own proclamation of peace on Earth. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 21 2009, 11:11 AM Post #26 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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He just looked at her. Then the gift. Then the tree. Right then and there she decided that the kid was 'special'. Because of course there were a lot of 5'3" Japanese girls who were covered in tattoos from the shoulders down, well, hands and feet excluded, and her legs were sort of sparsely decorated. Okay, she was also wearing a dress and a sweater that covered her arms, but the V in the front showed the middle body of a serpent dragon, the one that wound around her torso, it's head glinting and gleaming evilly on her shrouded shoulder. Okay. She was also wearing some low heels, so she was almost a respectable 5'5" and okay, she was wearing make-up, but was the difference that hard to notice? Shaking her head, she turned her attention instead to the rest of the room; the party was filling out quite nicely. She was surprised by the turn out, but then again it really shouldn't surprise her so much. So few of them had families to go home to. Micah and Izel could have gone home, but it was just too different. Even Micah was wary of meeting her parents in this time, even though they knew she wasn't their daughter. It was so strange. Pushing those thoughts aside, she looked for people she knew and spied Maddie. Rolling her eyes, she wanted to laugh outright at just who was chatting the girl up; that one had sent her into a panicked frenzy the day after, fretting to Izel and Micah in their suite about how to talk to boys. The French socialite was graceful and easy to talk to and without changing her completely there was little they could offer the girl besides the encouragement of being natural. It seemed Izel was even having some pleasant conversation with a younger student; that was a surprise. Micah thought that the blond would have glided through the room all night, observing everyone, being seen and saying nothing; this was a distinct step in the right direction. There was some small backlash of Izel casting off her other-time's self that she'd replaced. The other Izel had been much more of a snob and a downright slut at times, even if she would only look at a guy if he was attractive and wealthy. Micah's Izel was different; she wasn't a snob so much as wary of others, and she was no slut - she might like to kiss tourists, but kissing and sex were two very different things. She was lost enough in this reverie, of how things since the Nexus were so very different, how they had almost melded into this time when Special returned. She even saw the boy return, but wasn't actually expecting a conversation. She turned towards him, one brow arched over the other, her eyes running quickly over his figure; he looked younger, but after the beach incident she doubted his boyish face was to be trusted. He was, even with her wearing heels, taller than her - something she was used to. Smirking, Micah turned to face him, crossing her arms under her bust and leaned up against the wall. "So Kirien, are you always in the habit of forgetting the girls you've felt up?" Shrugging, she chuckled ruefully, "I know it's not much," she said dryly, her voice rather flat, "maybe just a handful, but I would have thought you would have remembered at least; I'm shocked." Meanwhile Michael was right in his conclusion that Izel was dangerous; not just with a gun, but her bare hands were enough to do irreversible damage to bodies. She listened with some interest to what he said, recalling a world where she had grown up all too fast, where a person could use their power when and where they wanted - but not here, not now. She nodded as he said he wanted to mingle, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Michael," she said, the words rolling off her lips easily, and with a measure of warmth; he wasn't an idiot, he at least spoke well, and he was probably even a good person. Casting her eyes around the room, she started meandering, no real goal in sight other than to just see more of the guests. Meanwhile Maddie's cheeks flushed yet again; there was suddenly too many things swirling around. She knew how to throw a party, how to be a great hostess; she did not know how to fix the issue of Venser and Izel, and she did not know how to respond to Dain, much less what it was the older student was thinking. Why was it all happening at once? However, she couldn't help but smile, feeling at least a little reassured that there were people in here who would step in to break up whatever Venser had arrived to create. She knew Izel wanted nothing more to do with him, and had even attempted a peaceable breakup, it had been he who had attacked her and the Russian child. "Thank you," she said quietly, feeling strangely warm inside at the moment. It only lasted a moment. Turning, slightly startled, she quickly recovered, extending her own hand to the stranger. "Joyeux Noel!" She said, falling into her native French and holding out her own small hand to the student - Michael. "It is a pleasure to meet you Michael, I am Maddie Du Lac," smiling she glanced up at Dain. Now here was a predicament; she didn't know what Dain's mind was set on or really how to treat the situation, but introductions were of course in order. Smoothly, she gestured at him, "and this is Dain. Welcome to the party," she smiled charmingly, the role of hostess coming easily to her, making her glow with a confidence and joy that was familiar; this she knew how to do! Boys and drama were not her forte! "Did you find the refreshments?" Looking first to Michael and then to Dain, she realized she had not had time to do more than apologize and cast an evil light on the night for him. "Why don't we go see if they've put anything new out, hm?" That was the plan, the food would sort of shift all night, various platters coming out and leaving, always something new and interesting to be had; it was just part of a good party! |
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| Ryu | Dec 21 2009, 01:09 PM Post #27 |
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YEAH-UH!
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With his attention drawn between his food and watching others interact, he didn't notice Hailey walk over. He was completely unaware of her presence until she spoke up and even then Go wasn't aware she was talking to him until she addressed him by name. Being the little inferiority complex sufferer he was, Go assumed she was looking for someone else. "Uh, Hi. Your name's Go, right? My name's Hailey, and one of my acquaintances, Grahm Lowtide, mentioned you earlier, something about you two being being nemeses or something. Did you come here alone, I don't see anybody else here with you..." "H-huh? Err, Grahm Lowtide...? Oh! I r-remember him..." replied Go, more than a hint of confusion in his voice. It took him a few moments to recall Grahm, remembering his name from the letter he received shortly after starting up his blog. He still couldn't understand why Grahm decided to make him his nemesis, but it was the catalyst for him starting his boxing training and trying to be more outgoing. "And yeah, I'm here alone..." "Well, don't let it get you down, alright? I'm sure that someone who looks as nice as you do will find some friends in no time. In fact, I think that I'd be willing to help you out, even if mean ol' Grahm gets grouchy about it later." "Err, uhh, erm..." stammered Go, words failing him. With his cheeks a bright red, Go's eyes fell upon his food, caught off guard by Hailey's compliment. It was probably nothing to Hailey, but to Go, someone who rarely ever received any compliments, it was big. Especially one regarding his looks from a girl. It took him a few moments to recover, keeping his eyes on his food as he replied. "Ahh, yes, I'd... I'd really like that..." |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 21 2009, 02:19 PM Post #28 |
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Diving Lost Mind....
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Kirien choked on the mouthful of punch he had drank while Micah was talking. ‘It can’t be…’ he thought, ’I can’t be that…stupid…’ He took a closer look at the girl, the truth of the matter painfully obvious. So much for Kirien’s pride in attention to detail. Of all the girls to have forgotten… And one who so clearly stood out despite not being very tall. He was thankful he at least hadn’t spit out his drink, though he did begin to feel his cheeks burning. His eyes fell down to her recently mentioned bust, and he actually took a moment to admire that portion of her tattoo before the memory flooded back of the moment his hand had very much grabbed one of those small…supple… ’Would you stop staring at her chest you moron!?’ the thought suddenly screamed in his head. He swallowed the punch and felt himself blush even more, it was time to flee, and it was time to flee now. His eyes darted for some possible means of escape when the echo of a familiar voice gave him pause, DAIN:”…the Kirien I know ain't afraid of anything, even ladies that he's felt up…" The boy’s competitive nature flared again. He couldn't allow himself to run away. The only way to conquer one’s fears was to face them, and what better way to overcome his fear of girls than by striking up a conversation with one whom he had more than enough reason to fear? The boy with the grey eyes steeled his will. No matter how this particular exchange turned out, he wasn’t going to be the one to back down, not this time. In any other situation Kirien would claim he didn’t know how to lose. Now he summoned up that confidence as he gave a polite bow to the girl before him, his smile returning once more, ”You’re right. I’m not sure what’s worse, the act itself or that I would forget it.” he bowed again, a bit lower, ”I really can’t apologize enough for it. It was very rude of me, but thats really not the type of guy I am, honest.“ He still felt tense, but there was no retreat at this point and he shrugged his shoulders a little, “Can you blame me for wanting to put the embarrassment and shame of the whole ordeal out of mind?” He paused, his expression turning thoughtful before continuing, “But..you shouldn’t sell yourself short, actually, size isn’t everything ya know. I’m sure that under the right circumstances… The whole experience would’ve been quite enjoyable.” Not even Kirien himself could believe he had just said that. He couldn’t seem to stop the words from coming out, however, ”But… Even if you never forgive me, may I ask your name? If not for anything else I’d at least want to know who to address my letters of apology to, as I’ll most likely be writing them to you daily until you did decide to let me off the hook.” Edited by Krazycloud, Dec 21 2009, 02:25 PM.
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 21 2009, 03:12 PM Post #29 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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It was actually rather amusing to watch Special choke on his drink, and she refrained from laughing outright at him, and instead merely chuckled. It was even funnier to watch him look at her again his eyes lingering...that made her laugh, actually. That and the deep, crimson his face turned; Micah was tan enough she didn't really turn colors. She honestly expected him to mutter out something and then scamper away; boys at AHS were either mousy or just plain stupid, with very few exceptions. His almost visible transformation was plain, and Micah watched with interest as he seemed to steel himself with some new resolve. He bowed politely, Micah choosing to not return it; she might be Japanese by blood, but she was Argentine by birth! One brow quirked over the other as he began speaking, parts of it even coming out with a suaveness she hadn't expected from Special. "Enjoyable?" Chuckling dryly, "You mean the part where I put my fist in your face?" It was a joke of course, but part of her meant it. Izel had enough problems for the both of them; she always had. Micah was the friend, the one who got Izel out of the messes she made for herself; Micah did not have time for boys and it was kinder and nicer to squash their intentions out of the gate. Between school, the internship and their other problems, boys were a frivolous luxury. He didn't stop talking, however. He seemed to have hit some sort of roll; his words came easily, though Micah thought that Special must have been still a little bent out of shape over the whole thing. Again one brow quirked over the other; she had a far better sense of humor than many realized. She hadn't been so upset about the whole situation on the bus really, until people started pointing them out. She was Japanese by blood only; she'd never even set foot in Japan for anything except a tourists visit until earlier this year. It had been her worst nightmare at the time to have to speak Japanese; it came easier now, though she spoke with a slight Latin flavor that earned her more than a few curious glances. Her dark eyes flitted over him once more, "Call me Micah," she said, one corner of her lips quirking up in amusement; Special was special. |
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| Zank | Dec 21 2009, 03:19 PM Post #30 |
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New Student
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The old "let's go get some food and drinks as a group" stratagy. It had never been used on him personally, but Dain was wise to her game. Though it wasn't clear to him why she'd use such an indirect tactic to avoid his forthright advances. But he wasn't the kind to beat around the bush, if someone would rather not speak to him he prefered for them to come right out and say it. That way no time was wasted, and no harm was done. "You two go ahead, I've got to go find Kirien and make sure he hasn't slit his wrists out of desperation." Before stepping away he gently laid part of his hand upon Maddie's shoulder,"I meant what I said earlier, don't worry your adorable head, you can count on me." His smile was soft and warm, an extremely rare sight few had ever seen. With that he left the two to their trivial party while he went to assess the damage to benefit ratio with Kirien. After a quick glance around the room he'd located his companion exactly where he'd knew the boy would be. "Against the freakin' wall. Just like a typical teenager." As he made his way over he also spotted a lady. Not just any lady, it was a lady talking, to Kirien no less! Most surprising of all, it looked as if Kirien was actually sharing in a conversation. A normal, regular conversation....with a female. "A-Amazing!" His feet hurried his pace, wanting to verify that what he saw was true, and not just his imagination running off of what awe remained from his conversation with Maddie. "Hey what's up man." Dain turned and put his back against the wall space just beside Kirien. He leaned forward a bit, enough to make eye contact with the girl beside him,"What's up pretty lady." His left brow rose as he looked over her body inch by inch. "Heyyy.....Aren't you the little lady this guy groped at the beach? Yeah! After I heard what happened, I made sure to memorize the kind of body Kirien was attracted to!" He went back comfortably and elbowed his friend in the side,"Way to go man. You didn't pick just any girl, you picked her! I'm so proud I could cry." |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 21 2009, 05:22 PM Post #31 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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With an arm cradling that of his date, the green haired techie walked with steady strafes towards the butcher's house. Ben, the gentle giant, stood first in line to deal the first out of the few well deserved blows that Venser surely deserved. Nevermind the eyes, he'd had lots of that thanks to Patricia. The boy, despite how much intention added to them, lacked that shinning red lust for real death behind his eyes. To Venser it was like pup trying to act as a real lion. He could eventually be like that, but there was a lot of room for improvement. The coldness of what could be assumed was a greeting, which he clearly knew wasn't as he had heard what the guests before him and his date had gotten, were responded by his own cold shoulder. There was no point in fighting this pup when he had a real fight to tend to not so later if he had guessed right. The teen carried on, steady on his pace despite the coldness and the daggers. He knew that if he were to look back at him, to return a stare on his own, things would certainly get ugly. This was just a part of what he deserved, he had to endure. It could have been worse, he had to admit. Ben could have made an scene in front of Sakura, exposed him and ruined what had promised to be a lovely evening. That was, for better or worse, something he had to thank the santa capped doorman. It hadn't worked on him, but Ben's actions did seem to take a toll on his date. The winter haired gal scurried past his grasp and dived into the crowd. It all had gone acceptably ok so far, until that moment. He didn't mind the coldness or the intent stare, but scare the girl he had asked to the party away... that was something completely different. He knew he deserved it, heck. But, why involve his date as well? Despite it all, Venser didn't turn around. All he did was stop his march for a second before continuing. There was a lot of temper training days walking along with him, probably thanks to them pushing on his back was that he moved on, almost not interrupting the incoming of the other guests. Even with the coldness at the entrance, he was more than welcomed by the cheery colors of the seasons and the soft music in the air. Standing out in his little past 6' was easy and somehow advantageous to spot people and pin point locations. After a quick panning, there was a text file mentioning their general location based on a grind-like distribution of the room he also managed. It was handy not having to take out the damn gadget to do such a task, he would look so unlike the image he gave. Heh. Besides the few known faces like Kyrien and the girl he had met just outside the party tho hadn't got her name, he made a special emphasis on Izel's groupies. Micah was being hit on by Kyrien. That almost made him laugh, taking in consideration how nervous had the boy turned with just a few seconds in front of Patricia, not that the girl wouldn't get anyone around her like that. Ven didn't quite knew Micah, not even knew his Micah all that well, but he was convinced she'll eventually come to him and take a jab as well. The little one, Maddie was the name?, stood in the general center of the room. By the looks of it, as she avoided his general position, she was already aware of his presence. That only left Izel to be found. His eyes fell on the swaying curves that lured his eyes even before he noticed it. The golden dress that encased them made little to hide the bountifulness beneath. Following her with halfhearted eyes for a while, the boy took his time to reminisce a little on what he had done that day on the roof. The image of himself lost in anger and cutting in halves the staircase access brought his eyes to the floor. He had had his reasons, he knew and she knew, but probably everyone else would side with her... even the ones he had talked to about it sided with her. Being this a Christmas party it wasn't likely to be a good place to sort things out, but it was a starting point for things. It was his fault they hadn't talked, and so was hers, but it hadn't been the blond who had spent a month's worth of detention locked up. With some luck, he'd be able to approach her. That would be later, of course. At the moment, he had other matters to deal with, like finding his date for a start. With a second panning, he found the winter clad girl at the punch table. It was quite a walk from the entrance to the place, and he could only if guess she had been so scared that she had half trotted to the place. With a few trained moves to avoid the gathering crowd, the silk wearing techie arrived just in time to snatch the white plastic cups out of the girl's tiny hands and draw the drinks slowly towards him, hoping to her get attention that way. Venser: "I'm sorry about what happened at the door." He offered that along with a smile and a cup of punch. === Reginaldo, or Regi for short, had leaned against the wall besides the door of the party. The gamer in him forbid him from entering, the hunger in him forced him to at least feast on the slowly fading smells that people brought about the door while moving inside the party. He had resigned himself to such a torture when a boot pushed him sideways, making his all dressed up self hit the decoration tree by his right. If it weren't for the thing being so large, they would have tumbled over together. Regi: "Hey!" As he gathered himself up and dusted his black suit off, the gamer offered his best defying stare at the person who had pushed him... and quickly regretted ever doing so. His olive eyes met red fiery ones and, taking a step or two back, ended up falling on his rear. Before him stood proud and small, since tall would be an exaggeration, AHS's very own Librarian Aide in charge, Patricia Winters. She wore a set of clothes that looked taken right out of a horseback riding magazine, just that shaded completely black in different hues. Her figure wasn't much to feast on, she knew it, but the tight suit was quite befitting for her. It only missed the renown cap that said riders use, but it did have a nice black scarf circled once around her. Not much for fashion, but for safety, she missed her newsie cap, and had taken this accessory as replacement. Patricia: "You're in the way." Despite that being a lie, the boy bowed a little. He had met Patricia along with Venser and Kirien and knew damn well to keep on the girl's good side. Regi: "I'm sorry!" Patricia: "Go inside and bring me food. That moron is in there and so is the cow-girl. I don't feel like seeing them just yet." With a quizzical look in his eyes, the boy gathered himself up and wondered why the hell was she at such a place. It wasn't likely for her to be social, he knew it as Venser had told her so. Apparently the question was so damn obvious that the girl sighed and threatened to give him a second kick. Patricia: "They closed the library." With some sadness in her words, she looked elsewhere. Regi sympathized, he had also once in a while been forced to shut away his world by maintenances and the sort. Seeing him pitying her, the girl leaned forward and stared him right in the eyes. She was already taller than him, making her very intimidating, why the hell did she had to be like that? Patricia: "Food. Now." Regi: "Ye--Yes.." And with little more than a blip, the boy went into the room and made a beeline to the large table where most of the dishes had been calling from. But imagine his luck when he simply had to try and pick the last piece of strawberry shortcake served at the same time someone else had. Regi: "I-I'm sorry..." His voice was still a little nervous and stuttery from his encounter with the Hell Librarian. |
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| Yesterday | Dec 21 2009, 09:01 PM Post #32 |
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Fool on the Hill
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Sakura had been shaking like a leaf. She tried her best to actually get some punch, but her best efforts were failing her. Her hand trembled so badly that she couldn't even begin to imagine lifting the ladle that splashed around in the cool beverage. The only thing she had managed to accomplish was lifting up the white plastic cups. Thrown to the wind and being lifted and swirled like a flower in a hurricane; her thoughts were so jumbled in her head. She shouldn't have ran away from him, but it was so much to take in under such circumstances. She'd never had to witness such malice and hatred in real life and she hoped that she never would have to again. Maybe she should have just stayed in tonight and been away from all of it. Safe and sound, warm and rested in her bed watching old American movies without fear of embarrassing herself in front of all these people; and him. At this very moment she would have been much happier in bed watching The Wizard of Oz. She could see it now. She could have easily thanked him for the invitation and said that she was ill. He would understand that, but there was really little that she could do to prevent herself from saying no. She had really wanted to go with him and couldn't do a thing, but stare endlessly into the punch bowl. Finally, Venser showed up and took the cups from her. She looked at him sheepishly not really knowing what to say or even think. Her mind was so cluttered with regrets and what-ifs that she couldn't even begin to think of what to say to him. The punch that she was supposed to offer him when he finished, whatever, it was that he was going to do, was instead being offered to her. Sakura took it without much thought, holding it tightly within her dainty little hands. Her first reaction was to say something to him, but her mind was completely of performing such a task at this time. She just watched the punch slowly meld with the ice that lay dormant inside and took a quick sip to try and distract herself and Venser from the immediate silence. “I...” she stated blankly, unable to form a coherent thought to actually warrant speaking. She didn't know what she wanted or what to do in this situation. There was one thing that she did want though and she finally dug deep and stated it bluntly. “I don't know what that was about, but please don't fight. You shouldn't fight; not during Christmas.” With her feelings out in the open she hoped that he would understand, but even if he didn't understand where she was coming from it made her feel better. With that out of her system she felt like a weight was off her shoulders and that maybe if he really did accept her for the oddity that she was he would understand. “What did you want to do now?” |
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| Orange-kun | Dec 21 2009, 10:39 PM Post #33 |
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The 101 Cancer Patient Challenge~!
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"Hello Dain." There was little time to say anything to him other than that before he headed off to find his friend, which was a pity, because Michael had met few males since coming to the school. In fact, he had been here nearly a month and a half and only met Axel, the intern at the clinic, and a few guys he had healed. In truth, he had gone camping with a few guys, but he always seemed to mesh better with girls. Michael was initially against going back to the snack table so soon, but a quick check ensured that Izel had moved to mingle elsewhere, and the area around the punch was currently filled by two other people Michael didn't know. Besides, he had left his punch, and it was too delicious to leave behind. "This party is quite enjoyable, Maddie." Michael started, omitting in his own mind meeting Izel. Already he could tell a difference in the air, as if the space around Izel could have instantly exploded any second. He smiled and continued. "And you look stunning. I'm surprised by the amount of people that dressed up nicely, I thought I would be one of the only ones." He felt his fingers instinctively begin to rub the blood stain again, which reminded him of something else they had in common besides dressing up nicely. "Also, I heard you were a healer. I'm a healer as well, how do you do it?" Michael asked just as they reached the punch bowl. In the short time he had been away, several other glasses had been abandoned and Michael couldn't find his. Perhaps Maddie knew the other two and would introduce them. He did however, overhear the girl pleading for the guy not to fight. In reality, it was probably none of Michael's business, but that wouldn't stop him. If people fought, he'd be the one walking away hurt, no matter what. Overhearing that little bit of conversation in the lull of the music was enough to transform the friendly healer into a paragon of seriousness. "Wait a second." His voice grim, he moved past Maddie without touching her. "She's right, fighting is always a bad idea." He announced to Venser. Despite his small stature, his voice had a deep strength. "You'd really ruin the party and you wouldn't get anywhere. So it would be best to forget it." After catching his attention with a serious voice, Michael changed his expression to his regular smile. He wasn't afraid, despite Venser being a good foot taller than him. Hopefully his approach of showing people wouldn't stand for fighting would settle the situation before it began. Edited by Orange-kun, Dec 21 2009, 10:40 PM.
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 22 2009, 12:24 AM Post #34 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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With his large hands that had cupped hers for a little while, Venser had felt how the girl before him was trembling. In his mind he had cursed goody-two-shoes Ben for that, sparing a glance over shoulder towards the general direction of the door. Would that guy get over it if he knew he had scared a girl to death? With a lot of trouble, Sakura expressed herself. “I... I don't know what that was about, but please don't fight. You shouldn't fight; not during Christmas.” The polite smile that he had twitched once, but remained there valiantly. It took a long sigh, a casual glance somewhere else and a sip of the ubberly sweet drink, to get past this bad after taste. Sakura was afraid of him starting a fight. That was just great. After a second sip of the small cup in his grasp, the boy turned to her with a rather disappointed look on his green eyes. But he wasn't so at the small girl... it was with himself. Venser: "Don't worry about that..." Leaving his cup on the table, and making a mental note to leave it there for the rest of the evening, he spoke with a little anger seeping thru his voice while keeping his eyes not really focused anywhere in particular. Venser: "... I'm not like that anymore. That's history." Embarrassed that such a past would even follow him to such a moment, green locks swirled for a moment as he shook his head. He hoped that was the end of it. This was a party, why couldn't they focus on it? Just as he returned his eyes to meet hers, the techie noticed the shift from her nervous behavior. She had mustered a lot of courage to get that out of her system and he would comply to that effort, even if he didn't say a word about it. As if feeling the change in the mood, his companion asked for something to do as off that point on. It would be nice to check something else out. He knew where most of those he wanted to avoid were, Izel was the only one on a solo scouting mission around the guests. It'd be up to the hands of Destiny whether they ran into each other or not. He couldn't possibly be seen searching out for her by Sakura, it would give the wrong impression. But before he could reply, someone, some short boy he could only label as a junior, approached them both. "She's right, fighting is always a bad idea. You'd really ruin the party and you wouldn't get anywhere. So it would be best to forget it." It was funny how someone would impose themselves on perfect strangers, threaten them with words and imagine he wouldn't be picking a fight himself. Venser didn't like what he had been told, his courteous smile wiping off immediately. Behind frowned brows, the boy didn't try to look down on the unknown student, he did. Even if the guy had a deeper voice, he was but a kid to the techie's eyes. Experience, along with a million scoldings from a certain blond, were not something just about anyone could look down on and simply impose their ideals on someone. No matter that they both shared a common view of the matter, that was besides the point. It was just how the boy had expressed himself and come onto the green techie and his date. Trying his best to avoid any further confrontation, Ven took a step in front of the boy and offered an arm to Sakura, in a similar fashion as he had done outside the rec room. Venser: "If you'll excuse us." His eyes, that he didn't take off the boy at any second, told otherwise. Not much later, his intentions would be messaged via a text message to the boy. A subtle mind your own business in his inbox. Being a technopath granted him certain tools he was so glad to have at times. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 22 2009, 07:06 AM Post #35 |
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Diving Lost Mind....
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MICAH:”Call me Micah.” Kirien tried his best to hide his amazement at himself. He had stood in there, weathered a somewhat barbed joke fired by the girl, and was convincing enough to elicit from her her name. Granted, the only reason he hadn’t crumbled from the fist in his face comment was that he had realized now that he wasn’t in panic mode how unique her accent was. It was something he was sure he hadn’t heard anywhere before and when she wasn’t berating him (and he wasn’t too scared out of his wits to notice) it was actually rather melodious. Beautiful even. Was he mistaken, or was that the hint of a smile She showed just now? He wasn’t sure, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about not still being upset about the matter or forgiving him, so he decided to err on the side of caution and think he was just seeing things. What was true was that she hadn’t noticeably ended the conversation, and since Kirien had sworn to himself not to be the one to bow out first he poised himself to go on when an all too familiar voice turned the blood to ice in his veins. DAIN:”Hey what’s up man.” And just like a tiger pouncing on an unsuspecting gazelle, Dain dropped in on this conversation, undermining Kirien’s growing confidence completely. Kirien didn’t bother to turn around as he already knew that Dain was going to his usual socially blunt and inept self, DAIN:”What’s up pretty lady.” Right on cue. Kirien took a slightly deep breath, ’It’s okay, I can handle this.’ He thought, ’At least he doesn’t recogni-…’ DAIN:"Heyyy…..Aren’t you the little lady this guy groped at the beach? Yeah! After I heard what happened, I made sure to memorize the kind of body Kirien was attracted to!” Damn it, Dain. Kirien was vaguely aware of Dain elbowing him as the larger teen said something else, but the words were lost as he was torn between a sudden bout of anger and a renewed sense of shame. Fight or flight mode again seized the long haired boy but, surprisingly, Kirien fought it back a second time. He swore an oath to himself that he wasn’t backing down from this girl no matter how things turned out. Granted, he at the time had no idea that his best friend would show up halfway and humiliate him in spectacular fashion, however an oath was a oath and Kirien would stick to this one even if after it was all said and done he was left with no choice but to lock himself in his room for the rest of his life due to sheer embarrassment. Kirien hoped his laugh didn’t sound as forced as it felt as he focused his eyes on Dain to begin immediately damage control, “Dain, why on earth would you memorize the female body type that I’m into?” He gave the taller kid a bemused smirk, ”Sometimes, the things you study scare me…” He turned his gaze to Micah once more before giving a soft nod, ”Besides, I’ve told Micah plenty of times that what happened was an accident!” he looked alarmed suddenly as he realized just what else it was he was implying and spoke hurriedly, ”Not to say that I don’t find you attractive! I do, but…uh…” The alarmed look turned into an apologetic smile, ’There are far better ways to say so, isn’t there? Ones that don’t involve me getting punched in the face!” As he gave a small chuckle along with the remark, Kirien made a mental note just then to suffocate Dain in his sleep with his own pillow. Edited by Krazycloud, Dec 22 2009, 07:10 AM.
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 22 2009, 10:04 AM Post #36 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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[[ ooc - okay, i don't post on tuesdays, but i'm making an exception! ]] She was an accomplished hostess, good at including everyone - but somehow she had alienated Dain. The towering young man said a brief introduction to Michael, a sour look coming across his face and then casting his gaze around - looking for something. She was confused; what had she done wrong? Had she done something wrong by trying to include all of her guests? She really did not understand that she had blindly fallen into a preset pattern, though her intentions were nothing more than to not ignore a guest. Left standing there, holding the still unopened present cradled in one hand, she made a vallient effort of turning to Michael, smiling, tucking whatever wrongdoing she'd done away to apologize for later. Had it been something she'd said? Was he upset she hadn't opened the present right then? If she could she would seek him out again later and apologize; for now she was the hostess. She flashed Michael a dazzling smile; she had such an upbeat personality very little could ruin that. "Isn't it?" She was thrilled with the turn out and how much fun everyone seemed to be having - well, there was the issue of Venser, but she'd lost sight of him. She almost didn't even hear the compliment Michael paid her as the mere thought of Venser, rage plastered on his face sent chill bumps down her spine. Blushing, she stammered out, "T-thank you," giggling in nervousness. Why was it things happened all at once like this? "Yes, it is surprising how many people dressed up," she nodded, schooling her face into a cheerful one without the rosy cheeks. "I guess it's the Holidays," she sighed, loving all the festivities of Christmas; it was too bad she couldn't go home. It would have been nice to take Ben with her to, her parents should really meet him, if she was referring to him as her brother and even paying for part of his school with her allowance money, they should meet him. She was startled that Michael knew anything about her, blinking, her dark eyes looked him over again, a feeling of apprehension darkening her thoughts. "Oh? Why yes, I am. Who told you that?" Reaching up she pushed a curl behind her ear; apparently hosting parties for normal people and meta-students were two different things. Her powers didn't really bother her to talk about since she'd been raised in the public eye, celebrated for having powers. "I make a form of concentrated stem cells, and when it comes in contact with bodily fluids it liquefies and bonds with the injured, attacking the immediate problem, say, if put in a wound and speeds up healing - even healing the wound over completely." Of course she had other, useful powers, and one power that terrified her - that she didn't think about, even now. She was taken aback when Michael simply - walked away. She'd simply gotten carried away in not thinking about it and successfully missed whatever he'd said or what happened. Confused all the more, she felt it was time for a snack, a little pick-me-up. Reaching across, she snagged the last piece of strawberry shortcake on the platter which was whisked away immediately. The only problem was that attached to the plate was another hand... A dark skinned boy, very nervous and tripping over his words apologized. Here was at least a situation she could handle! A brilliant smile came across her face and she pushed the plate towards him, "Oi! Here, you can have it, I'll take this cheesecake." She let go of the shortcake and picked up the afore mentioned cheesecake, "I am Maddie. Do you need a drink? Or is there something else you want?" She could leave off for the moment that this was her party. Meanwhile..... Special wasn't doing that bad. It was actually quite entertaining; if Venser hadn't walked in making the room a veritable powder keg she might have even challenged Izel to The Game, though she doubted Special's ability to keep up this smoothness without going to pieces if she actually - well - there was no point in pondering it if it wasn't going to happen. Of course that's when the huge, lumbering oaf came back. She hadn't been involved in the altercation with him so other than the average accusations Izel laid at idiotic people she knew very little about him other than he was big and hit hard. The change on Special's face was evident; he didn't seem to be so gung-ho as a moment ago. Her face stayed a smooth mask of serene tranquility; unlike her best friend it took a bit more to upset her. At least Oaf recognized her after a second or two and true to form he opened mouth and inserted his friends' foot. One brow arched at him, wondering how in the world Darwin's Law hadn't eliminated this one already. She deigned to reply, choosing instead to return his question with a cool, calculating look of her own. She could feel the Dragon tattoo wavering on her skin; the Knowledge of the Dragon was the only aspect of her tattoos she did not control and it worked completely of it's own accord - which considering the first time it sprung into action was to send her on a near death mission in South America, anytime it awakened she was a bit apprehensive. As it were, the body of the tattoo, the four inches revealed by the V of her dress - moved, the body of the dragon winding around her shoulders until from the right side, the great maws of the Japanese dragon came into view, nestling it's self in the center of her chest, it's eyes resting on her collar bone and gazing at the two. Of course she had no idea it had just moved it's self...that was a bit new. Micah was about to walk away; she didn't feel like putting up with idiots on Christmas, not that she even had anything against Dain, her patience for his type was thin. Except then Special started talking and well - she felt sorry for him. "Maybe he's jealous? You're thinking about chicas and not him." She retorted quickly to his 'Why would Oaf memorize what I'm into?' It was a joke, though delivered in a semi flat tone Of course the rules were different for girls; she knew what Izel liked, but then again that's because she'd seen the type often enough from the summer flings tourists provided. She almost missed that this summer; almost. Of course she'd also just done exactly what she'd been trying to not do, interchange Japanese with Spanish. The rest of Special's blubbering foot-in-mouth monologue he did on his own, earning an amused look from Micah. "But the punching-in-the-face is so much fun," she chuckled in return, choosing to not embarrass him more - but she really couldn't encourage this kind of behavior from him. She had to look after Izel, there was school, and the internship - she just didn't have time to encourage boys; plus they had a tendency to turn into over-protective types and if Micah's suspicions were right, the future was a bit chancy. Meanwhile..... The arrival of guests had slacked off to a few at a time and it was a bit obvious where the presents went so Ben drifted off into the crowd, hitting up a small table for a handful of tiny sausages wrapped in flaky bread. Scanning the room, he caught sight of Maddie and Micah easily enough; Venser stuck out like a sore thumb to him, but he didn't see Izel at the moment. Deciding that the blond was probably around, he started walking, munching on his handful of snacks. He was so engrossed with his food he walked straight into a girl in almost all black. "Oh," he reached out to steady the person he'd nearly barreled over, "So sorry," he mumbled sheepishly, the Santa hat dangling over one eye, blue hair sticking out haphazardly from under it. That was when he realized - to his utter confusion - that there were two of them... "Uh - I'm sorry, really, I'm just clumsy - should really walk where I'm look - er - look where - never mind," he sighed, thinking this a great opportunity to slink away and set up shop in a corner... Spoiler: click to toggle Present Exchange is Imminent! Edited by Affirmative Smackdown, Dec 22 2009, 01:47 PM.
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| Zank | Dec 22 2009, 02:25 PM Post #37 |
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New Student
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Dain pressed his back against the wall more and more, trying his best to sink into the plaster. Were it any other day, at any other place, under any other circumstances the muscular teen would've spoken out and defended himself with great zeal. Tonight was different. Tonight he was...off. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, maybe it was that "Christmas spirit" that everyone talked so graciously of. Dain knew the truth though, he knew the real cause for his bemusement. Even now he watched her intently. A soft chuckle escaped him and he simply shrugged his shoulders,"I'm actually glad you're here lady. Originally I'd come to consult Kirien on the matter, but perhaps you can offer some sort of personal insight." Dain leaned forward and raised a brow,"That is of course, if it isn't too much to ask. If so, pay me and my miniscule situation no mind at all." Though it annoyed him to behave in such a manner, Dain knew that there were certain occasions where people responded better when approached with a calm, collected demeanor. His family had forced him to sit through several classes on etiquette to prepare him for his eventual inheritance. But like everything else related to the matter, Dain despised it, and naturally rebeled against it. Master Rishu encouraged the teen to make good use and habit of the change in disposition, though the man knew his words always fell on deaf ears. "Maddie's a fine young lady. She's got plenty to admire. From her graceful movement, her welcoming presence, the soft and warm expressions she shares," Dain snapped himself into place and shook his head. "I digress. Excuse me please, I suppose I simply got a little carried away, but with Maddie that's more than easy." He kept his eyes trained upon her as he spoke,"The point I'm trying to make is that she's a wonderful little lady, in countless aspects. And I find myself questioning, for the first time ever in my life, if I've actually got so much as a sliver of hope in this endevour." Dain shut his eyes turned to his friend, a fraction of his face visible to the woman behind him. "Ya think I got a shot at this, or should I just try and keep things friendly and casual?" When it came to matters of the heart, Dain always tried to cover all of his bases. He took precautions to avoid unecessary conflict or consequence. The matter was sensitive no matter who was involved. The young man didn't have too many notches under his belt, but it was a subject his sister had taught him to approach carefully for the sake of both parties involved. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Dec 22 2009, 04:01 PM Post #38 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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Oh gods and goddesses of her ancestors! Why was it always her? Did she really wear a badge that begged to be the person everyone came to for advice on how to hit on her friends? Inwardly she quite frankly wanted to punch the guys lights out - or put a hole in the wall - but Micah never even so much as batted an eyelash in anything but the most calm, serene manner. She tilted her head to the left, analyzing the situation as she always did. "You do realize the age difference," it was stated as a fact, not a question. It wasn't that big of a deal, but he should be rather aware of it. "She is a French diplomat's daughter, attached to her are certain - expectations - if you think you can live up to those expectations then you've cleared the first hurdle: her family." Of course with the time switching business, family was no longer the most important thing to any of them; their families were strangers now. "She's a good kid," she couldn't blame him for finding her so appealing; there were so few people with Maddie's kind soul in the world. "She rarely sees anything but the best in people, and on that alone she would 'give you a chance,' but if you want more than a chance - I'll be honest - you will have to find it in you to actually like her circle of friends. Especially Ben," who was easy to find, what with the awkward look on his face as he hovered between a set of twins, his scarlet face such a contrast to the red hat. "He's not her boyfriend, though you may hear people wanting to paint it that way - he's not. She's sort of adopted him as her brother." There was no way to explain why of course, Dain would just have to accept that at face value. Her brow quirked again - doubting he'd be able to stomach the blond; Izel just had that sort of personality. "She's still very naive," she had a soft spot for Maddie. The little girl was braver than you'd think; they'd taken her into the lion's den, nearly gotten all of themselves killed and she'd bravely put several of them back together again - and somehow retained her innocence. "But she's a sweet girl." Her dark eyes flicked over Dain, he'd be hard pressed to fit into their circle, but if he was less of a bone headed idiot it could happen. It could possibly even be a good thing. Izel and her were going to become increasingly busier, fitting more people into the little Healer's life who weren't in bits and pieces could be a good thing. She was skeptical, though, because one way or another Dain would have to put up with their circle because they were together almost every day. How would he take that? |
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| Yesterday | Dec 22 2009, 04:07 PM Post #39 |
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Fool on the Hill
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The bad blood that was held between Venser and the boy at the door was apparently ancient history. While that was good and all, it did little to get the hateful staring contest she had witnessed prior out of the forefront of her mind. She wasn't quite as reassured as she had hoped by confronting him. Sakura hadn't wanted to know that he was some kind of bad-boy, but maybe she should have half-expected it from the very first impression he had left. The first impression was a terrible thing to judge a person on; Sakura would have hated if he did it with her. Sakura hadn't wanted her tone to come off as scolding or, God forbid, nagging, but it seemed like it had been at least a bit too loud for comfort. She didn't want it to be that way and maybe she should have kept her voice a tad more in check while she confronted him. A whisper perhaps would have been more suited for the delicate subject matter, but intervening on a conversation that really wasn't his was just plain rude. It should have been a private matter between the boy in the silk shirt and the girl in the white dress; certainly not between him, her and another. The boy was young, not to mention short. Not really his place to question his seniors, but that didn't seem to stop some kids from doing so. She really didn't consider herself to be a senior, being new and all, but Venser. There should at least be a little respect for Venser; shouldn't there. These foreign students seemed to be the worst of the bunch. She didn't know where the short boy hailed from, but they certainly didn't seem to teach him not to butt in to other people's conversations or to know his place in a high school hierarchy. He certainly couldn't have been more than a freshman and shouldn't have been standing up to the sophomores; no matter what they were talking about. She didn't speak a word of it though. Maybe she was just a tad jealous that this boy could walk up to two random strangers and just make his intentions rather well known. She'd never been that strong to just walk up to some random person and say the first thing on her mind. It would take her weeks, months to drive up the courage to do something like that with someone she knew and then it always ended up badly. She'd put her foot in her mouth and make a fool of herself. Eying the new boy calmly she did little more than sip her punch. She didn't know what else to do; save stand there like a statue and try her hardest to try and be pretty. Even that felt like a challenge though. Staring endlessly waiting for the tension to break. She hated it and felt her body wilting and churning up the ill feeling that lurked in every single muscle in her body. Being swept away from all of it helped her greatly. Whether it was to prove a point or perhaps he saw the weakness and redoubled illness return to her and flush her cheeks, she was very appreciative. She obediently followed him like a lost puppy without a way of her own. Sakura was more than happy to oblige wherever he wanted to go |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 22 2009, 05:08 PM Post #40 |
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Diving Lost Mind....
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Kirien was feeling quite encouraged by Micah aiding him in a joke at Dain’s expense (though he made a mental note to find out just who or what a chica was as soon as he possibly could). Even with the larger teen there to unknowingly rain on his parade Kirien felt that not only was he holding his own in the conversation with the girl, he was actually even beginning to enjoy himself. This was the most relaxed he had felt since his arrival and his signature lop sided smile was genuine. He was pleased when the girl responded to him with a laugh of her own, the action making him feel even bolder as he gave his retort, ”Well in that case maybe I should try giving you reasons to hit me more often, hm?” He punctuated the remark with wink in Micah’s direction. ’Wait…Did I just? Yes, yes I did just wink at her.’ Kirien’s smirk grew a bit in his amusement of his sudden fearlessness. It occurred to Kirien just then that Dain wasn’t roaring his head off in defense of his suddenly questioned sexual preference. Surprised, Kirien turned to find the other boy…Sulking? This was odd, especially for Dain, twice especially in this sort of situation. Then came the sudden change in the usually gruff teen’s demeanor, the change in speech pattern, the timidness, none of this seemed like Dain at all! The reason for the change became apparent when Dain began to explain the issue. Kirien put two and two together and realized that it had been the girl he had witnessed Dain talking to earlier that his friend was speaking of, and it also dawned on him then that Dain was no longer with that girl. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know this side of Dain, he knew of his friend’s upbringing, that the teen stood to inherit a very profitable and substantially large empire. He also knew that Dain still to this day wanted no part of it. The lavish hotel parties, the mingling with the wealthy and well connected, the tediousness of maintaining the delicate social balances between that of the Serlo family and other powerful families, Dain had confessed to Kirien once that he despised the idea. Still, Dain did have the education and the upbringing, but rarely had the young man ever dared to don the persona. For his friend to have gone this far, Kirien knew immediately that this Maddie girl had somehow become special to the larger boy. For that reason he listened with all the more interest as Micah was kind enough to give her evaluation on Dain’s chances. When she had finished, Kirien nodded to himself. If there was one thing he knew about Dain it was that the boy’s personality and fighting style were very similar. Once the guy saw an opening he would attack relentlessly, allowing nothing to stand in the path between himself and his goal. In fact, it was clear to Kirien that the more obstacles Micah placed in between Dain and Maddie, the more determined Dain would be to reach her using his own means. ”I say you go for it.” Kirien advised, giving his friend a sidelong glance. If Maddie had brought out Dain’s softer side, the muscle bound teen would need little convincing before making up his mind to pursue her. He was going to see if Micah would agree with this idea when he suddenly paused upon looking at her. There was a dragon staring at him from Micah’s chest. A dragon that was certainly not there a moment earlier. He was momentarily torn between asking the girl about it and making no comment. If he brought it up he would be indirectly telling her that he had been staring at her chest again, not the best move. The sudden change did derail his train of thought, however, and all thoughts of Dain and Maddie were temporarily forgotten. |
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