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XNO MORE COUNTING DOLLARS, WE'LL BE COUNTING STARS ( ★ ) NO MORE COUNTING DOLLARS, WE'LL BE COUNTING STARS


Welcome everyone to Sorzen Heights Academy! We start our story two months into the
school year, meaning everyone should have had some time to get to know each other. It
is the late afternoon and the Host Club had put on a festival as well as a dance for later
in the evening. The festival is just beginning, so go enjoy yourself! Oh, and remember,
you must attend the dance later this evening. It is required!

`( ★ ) THE FESTIVAL RIDES ::
tab tab tab ◢ bumper boats.
tab tab tab ◢ bumper cars.
tab tab tab ◢ carousel.
tab tab tab ◢ drop tower.
tab tab tab ◢ pendulum ride.

`( ★ ) FESTIVAL GAME BOOTHS ::
tab tab tab ◢ fish bowl toss.
tab tab tab ◢ frisbee toss.
tab tab tab ◢ balloon darts.
tab tab tab ◢ ring toss.
tab tab tab ◢ basketball toss.
tab tab tab ◢ miniature golf.
tab tab tab ◢ plinko.
tab tab tab ◢ tic-tac-toe.
tab tab tab ◢ here.

[p o r c e l a i x]

Between working at the school, and her modeling career, Cadence was a very busy woman. Not only did she have her usual photo shoots to get ready for, but she had to mentor the ungrateful little rats that this school called students. Most of the girls going for their modeling majors looked up to her, but the rest of the students just shrugged her off like she was an ordinary person. Didn't they know who she was? Cadence Vieux, the butterfly of the modeling stage. She had grace, poise and elegance when she was up there. That's what made her one of the best.

Glancing around the well lit up courtyard, she watched as students engaged in the festival activities that the host club had planned out for everyone. She had to admit, they did a pretty good job setting everything up, or rather, planning out how to set everything up. The host club was a group of elegant students, just like herself, who didn't do any hard labor whatsoever. In fact, most students at the school grew up getting anything they wanted, so they were all taught how to be leaders and in turn, hire others to do the dirty work for them. Two year prior, even Cadence was one of them. She had attended Sorzen Heights in order to become a model, and through hard work and good looks, she achieved her goal.

Clutching her bag strap, she just stood there, taking in the scene before her. All the festival activities and rides seemed to be beneath her, and so, she had made up her mind not to participate in any of them. There would also be a dance later in the evening, and though Cadence wasn't too keen on going to mingle with the students, it would give her a chance to show off a new dress that her designer had made up for her. She always did love showing off to others, and with the designer that she had hired, that's exactly what would happen. Most fashion designers would design for more than one model, but for Cadence, her designer was all hers. She would pay the woman double just to work for her and her only. Cadence did not want any other models to have her style of clothing.

A bored sigh escaped her lips as she continued to look around. It seemed as though she was waiting for someone to join her, and as students passed her, some of them would ignore her, while others would giggle with excitement, knowing very well who she was. She'd been there at the academy for two months now, but some girls just seemed to adore her day after day. So what was she waiting for? Cadence waited for nobody, but she was in need of the company of her closest 'friend' here at the academy. Ahria. Where was that girl? She was always late, or at least, late compared to Cadence.

Stepping over to a nearby table, Cadence place her bag on the top before taking a seat. She felt a bit hungry, but decided it would be best to wait for her friend before eating, in case the girl was hungry too. Looking around at the food stands, everything was gross sounding. Maybe she could call in an order from her personal chef and have him deliver to her and Ahria. Cadence would have to wait and talk to Ahria about it first though. Corn dogs and burgers just didn't sound appetizing to her at the moment. Pulling out her phone from her bag, she began to send a message to Ahria.



TEXT MESSAGE


To : Ahria
From : Cadence
Message : Where are you? I'm bored just sitting here by myself. Hurry.



With that, she had placed her phone back in her bag, awaiting either a text from Ahria or for the girl to magically show up in front of her. So why did Cadence care for Ahria more than the others at the school? Cadence saw the younger girl as a 'sister' or at least someone who needed her help to be better at elegance and speaking to people. Cadence was the type to act as though she cared about nobody but herself, but Ahria was different. Ahria made Cadence feel like the girl needed her help in any way possible.




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◥ the festival
◜❖◞ company.

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◥ nobody
◜❖◞ mood.

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◥ bored
◜❖◞ outfit.

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◥ here
◜❖◞ voice.

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◥ here

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Doubtless~ One... two... tipped. Rael's eyes narrowed behind his glasses as the last ball bounced away from the hoop, the next ending up in his hands as he launched it again. He gave a hop to this one, his hair flouncing away from his shoulders as he let the ball roll off of his fingers. He wasn't even playing for a prize. He was just shooting hoops until the next person came and took his place. The court was one place that Ishrael could always find himself and, though he'd only ever actually played games with other people once or twice, he still found it enjoyable. This'd likely be the only activity he'd really partake in without a group of others egging him on.

Doubtless~A few more launches and he gave a bit of a victorious laugh. Alright, so one missed out of seven wasn't entirely a bad deal, right? When the game master tried to coax which prize Ishrael wanted, he turned and selected the nearest person to be perusing the festival. "Feel free to let them choose." And then gave both a wave and a smile to those he'd left either baffled and overjoyed or just really confused altogether.

Doubtless~It was kind of funny, the festival had finally begun and, though he knew most of his classmates would be attending, he'd hardly seen anyone there at all. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jackets, Ishrael roamed onward, hoping to pick a familiar face from the crowd. Even those who he wasn't so sure he knew, he shot an award winning smile and, at the very least, a head nod in their direction.

Doubtless~Flipping his wrist over, Ishrael cast a glance down to his watch. What was it with him, anyway? He could eat like a horse all morning and still be hungry before lunch even hit? His stormy grey eyes looked up and after a quick turn on his heel, followed his nose to the nearest food tent. After all, a major part of festivals were, in fact, the things you could put in your stomach now and have absolutely no regrets about until later. What was that saying? Calories don't count if you're having fun? Not like, Rael was watching his figure, he had the metabolism of a zebra on steroids which was likely half the reason he always needed food.








Where .:. Festival
With .:. No one
Doing .:. Hunting down something to nosh
Thinking .:. Just where is that delectable smell of fried goodness coming from?
Ooc .:. ...
Wearing .:. Clothing
Speaking .:. Accent

[Heliko pylori]

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Kid dilly dallied in the student parking lot as she drove her motorcycle up and down the lanes, pretending to look for a spot to park. By now, she had passed up two or three good spots and yet she continued to look. Truth be told, she didn't feel like attending the festival. Well, I do but I don't, she thought to herself as she turned to ride down yet another lane. It was obvious to anyone who happened to glance in her direction that the girl was in no type of rush. Considering how her butt had very much been on the line last year, one would think she would have been front and center when the festival opened; though this was a new year and she had been able to somewhat clear her ledger. Screw it, she thought as she revved the engine and raced to the front of the parking lot; placing the vehicle in one of the open spots designed for motorcycles only. She removed her helmet and locked it to her bike before making her way across the street toward the academy.

It had been a couple of months now into her second year at Sorzen and the only thing she had heard about last year's fiasco were a couple of rumors. However, returning to the scene of the “crime” had it's own difficulties. Her first year had been a nightmare in an effort to get her name known. She was familiar with academies like Sorzen and knew how they worked, especially for middle class people like herself. People either knew you by name and you made it big or you were just another face in the crowd. People certainly knew her by name, though not exactly in the context she had in mind. The scheme she had plotted and carried out in the courtyard her freshman year, to get the attention she rightfully deserved, was a glorious one until faulty pyro set part of someone's outfit on fire. From that point on she was number one on the watch list and quite the talked about subject for a week or two.

Upon entering the courtyard, she stopped walking and glanced around to get the gist of the scene. Rides, games, food....”Oh wow, a fair...,” she stated aloud in unimpressed observation to herself as she continued to walk and take in the sights. There was an upbeat energy to the place but it was missing that “go wild” vibe she was used to associating with such surroundings. All the same, everyone seemed to having fun so who was she to complain. Kid Kors, that's who, she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes at the festival in general. Not wanting to try any of the games or rides, she casually strolled over to where people were getting food. “Nothing says fair like a funnel cake,” she stated to herself as she waited her turn to order. “One funnel cake. And don't skip on the grease or powdered sugar,” she said with a smirk to the guy behind the counter when it was her turn. It was enough to get a small smile from him. She would count it as a victory.

OOC: Meh, post is blah. It's the best I could do right now though. sweatdrop
Location: Festival in the courtyard
With: No one
Doing: Getting a funnel cake
Mood: Nonchalant
Thoughts: I am going to devour it!
Outfit: Here

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After a long busy day at school, Ahria couldn't help but feel incredibly tired. She had a
Photography club to look after, since she is the president, and she's also the member
of the Art club. Although it was just only two clubs, for Ahri it felt like it was way more
than two. Lucky for her, she did bring what she's going to wear for the festival, that she
kept in her backpack. Unfortunately enough, Ahri had to stay back and do a few things
for the club before she could leave. Ahri didn't hate the thought of doing that, but she knew
she was already late to go meet her close friend, Cadence. She probably wasn't that late,
but then again, she hated making her friends have to wait for her. I guess you could say it
was a part of her kind-hearted nature. Ever since Ahri was a young girl, she was always like
this.

Fifteen minutes flew by, and in came a chime of her cell phone vibrating, letting Ahri know
that a text message had just arrived. As Ahri took her cell phone, she could immediately
see that the message was definitely from Cadence. Although it had only been two months
for Ahri to get to know Cadence, they soon became very close friends. While their
personalities were completely different, they somehow got along with each other very well.
The message that came in was of how Ahri was definitely already late, and she couldn't
believe how time flew by so fast. It was like a click of the fingers. Ahri quickly messaged
her friend back.

| To: Cadence
From: Ahria

Hey, sorry I am so so late! I will explain everything when I see you! I will be there soon!
I promise!

And with that, Ahri quickly put her cell phone back into her pocket and completed most
of the things she needed to do for her club. First, she went straight into the girls bathroom
to get dressed into her outfit for the rest of the afternoon. Once she finally finished getting
dressed, she placed her fox ears on her head and she quickly made her way outside to go
find her friend. After failed countless attempts at trying to find her friend, she finally stumbled
upon her at one of the nearest tables. Ahri face-palmed herself at how idiotic she looked.
Her friend was obviously there, and it was also the nearest table too. How could she not
see her? Ahri always knew she had to eventually buy herself glasses or at least get her
eyes checked.

As she got to where Cadence sat, she managed to trip over her foot, causing her to fall
straight down, but luckily her hands saved her face from getting painfully hurt. "Ouch!"
She exclaimed, sitting herself up while gently rubbing her hands together. "How embarrassing..."
Muttering to herself, she could see a whole crowd just staring at her fall. Some even laughed,
but that didn't bother her. "Well I'm here! I'm sorry I'm so late, I had to stay back
for my Photography club. Had to do some things and to keep it up to date for
tomorrow as well" The girl explained herself, as she managed to stand up, and looked
over at Cadence as she awaited for a response. Hopefully her fall wasn't too embarrassing.


Location: The Festival
Company: Cadence and other students.
Mood: Still embarrassed.
Thoughts: HOW EMBARRASSING ;_;
OOC: FINALLY POST UP! Hope it's okay!!


p o r c e l a i x

[sing you cinnamon rolls]

xxxxx 《 YOU LAUGHED*LIKE A CHILD❛HAPPY ⊹ AND CAREFREE❜


• The school courtyard was already pretty well packed when Cordie made it to Sorzen Heights. She had made plans to arrive at a reasonable time so that she could avoid the hustle and bustle getting into the courtyard, but as it were she had been waylaid and her plan to arrive before the mass influx into the courtyard took place had fallen flat in every sense of the word. Oh, well. There were worse things in the world, and it wasn’t as though the courtyard was really that packed… it was just busier than she had expected. Then again, with Cordie pretty much everything was unexpected.
  
  On the bright side, the festival was filled with smiling and familiar faces. People were laughing, having a good time, and all around just seeming to enjoy themselves. That brightened Cordie’s already bright mood, only slightly deflated by her delay in arrival. She wasn’t the kind of person who got upset when other people fell behind schedule, but she very much liked to stick to her own schedule whenever possible. She may be a bit ditzy, but she was pretty damn organized, and liked to keep things that way.
  
  Making her way through the festival, Cordie scoped out the variety of different events that had been set up. The festival was one of those things that she had heard about before even attending Sorzen, or even sending in an application to the school. She had been excited for the even since she had first set foot in the school, though pretty much everything about Sorzen was exciting for her. This was her first year at Sorzen, and after two months in the high of getting into the place still hadn’t worn off. Sure, some of the instructors were tough, some of the students and staff were a bit stuck up, but it was worth it. She was putting her all into the school, knowing she needed to work for it.
  
  Deciding that she needed to do something other than wander around the fair aimlessly, Cordie figured that it was about time to settle on what to do first. As it were, she was a rather indecisive person. Had she come with friends, she probably would have just gone along with what they wanted, since pretty much everything at the fair looked worth trying anyway. As it stood, she was on her own, and that meant actually having to narrow things down on her own.
  
  It came to the point where Cordie was about to flip a coin (though really what she needed was a dice, since there were more than two options), when she decided that she was hungry, and having fun on an empty stomach contradicted itself. As such, she started to make her way towards the nearest food tent, having scoped out enough of the festival to know that pretty much everything at the festival was worth eating. Or, was at least worth trying – if the food was actually any good, only time would tell. Festival food… it was always hit and miss.
  
  On her way towards said food tent, she came across a familiar face – Ishrael. Well, familar may be stretching it – she didn’t really know him, beyond that he was apparently sociable enough. Good enough for Cordie? Without a doubt. “Hello!” She greeted, approaching the young man with a smile. “Lovely day, isn’t it? I was worried that it was going to rain or something, but everything turned out.” She said cheerily.

[pandabrigade]

L O C A T I O N: School festivalx//xW I T H: No onex//xF E E L I N G: Tired, irritated.x//xW E A R I N G: Here


tab • • • Dull eyes scanned the area as the eraser on his pencil tapped the pad folio resting on his hip. As soft sigh escaped the boys lips as he looked down the long check list and started to mark off the boxes. A small smile formed as he checked more and more off his list. Things were finally getting done as the start of the festival neared. Camden was in charge of making sure the final preparations had been attended to, this was his job as a host club member; the ones putting on this whole ordeal. Another sigh, and another box checked. All that was left was making sure the booths had all their equipment, and what ever it was so that their night ran smoothly. Camden didn't have to lift a finger to make sure that was possible, there were many people who'd do the grunt work for him. The only finger he was to lift was the one to show where things needed to be.

tab • • • If anyone knew Camden well enough, they'd know that his standoffish attitude would make him the worst possible candidate as a host. But he had joined the club for just that reason. Camden told himself that this would be a great way to improve his... acting skills. If he could fool a couple of girls that he was thoroughly interested in the lull of their conversations, well wouldn't that be something? But isn't that what this school was here for anyway? Get to the top and forget the fingers and toes you've stepped on to get there. He's seen it done what seems to be thousands of times before. Now, don't get me wrong, Camden isn't always this despicable and scheming. Sometimes, every now and then, someone does catch his attention. But, it doesn't even matter, Camden doesn't believe in love or the notion of falling in love. He's been there, done that. Let's just say it didn't end well for our poor boy here.

tab • • • Looking down at the clipboard, Cam noticed that all his boxes were checked. He grinned at the sight of it. His job was done and now he could finally-- Camden was ready to sit back, relax, and wait the night through all the way to the dance, but that was until he noticed one little detail he had forgotten about. Where were the other hosts? If they were going to be late... Cam sighed, he hated having to wait on others. It was one of his pet peeves. Another aggravated sigh escaped his lips as he secured the pencil back into the pad folio and tucked it under his arm. Dull lavender orbs did one more scan across the festival area, the rides and games were completed since about mid afternoon, the the food stalls were just starting to prepare their first batches of delectable. Speaking of which, Camden brought his hand to his stomach, he hasn't eaten anything since the night before. "Well, isn't she gonna love hearing that? At least I'm not over eating or anything." Camden was slightly mentioning the Star model who had graduated the same school and had come back to 'guide us as young and budding talents'. Or some crap like that from the school pamphlet. She also happened to be Camden's roommate. This being Cam's second year, he knew that he was going to room with a girl, but with Cadence Vieux? Camden scoffed to himself just thinking about it. Did the school think that he needed the help and placed the two together, or was it because they believed that he was able to perform on her caliber? Cam's fist tightened as he gripped the pad folio in his hand, no way in hell was he going to lose to her. There goes that competitive side of his again.

tab • • • Camden brushed his fingers through his hair and played with the tips at the back of his neck. He looked at the watch on his wrist and sighed, again. It was almost time. "Where is everyone?" The boy was referring to the host club members again as he looked around once more. "Well, might as well, grab something to eat...." Camden looked at the area where the food stalls were, he could smell the wafting scents as they penetrated his nostrils. His stomach made that rare embarrassing whaling noise that only seems to happen in a completely silent classroom. Lucky for him, Cam was just a few steps away from the stalls. Looking around, not really hungry for what was out, Camden could see that some students were already out and about ordering food. A smile tugged at a corner of his lips. He was glad that people were already starting to enjoy themselves.

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The second she touched the paper plate containing the funnel cake, it seemed like Kids' spirit was lifted. Nonchalant and a tad grumpy turned into content with a pleasant smile. If one didn't know any better, it was almost like she was now enjoying herself as she made her way through the ever growing crowd with fried goodness in hand. She had managed to coax a small conversation out of some of the people in line, which put her mentally at ease about being in the courtyard. Nothing to tame the nerves like a good, random conversation with people who actually didn't seem that bad...given her surroundings.

She hadn't made it too far from the food stand when she heard her name being called. Not thinking about the clutter of her surroundings, she turned her head to look behind her as she continued to walk; finding her new found acquaintances bidding her a farewell. She gave them a wave of her hand and turned to face forward just in time to see disaster staring her in the face. The fiendish thing took the form of a male holding a padfolio and, of course, wearing a white shirt that was begging to be messed up. “Whoa!” was the only expression of sudden surprise that came from her as she acted on pure reflex, stepped to the side and did a twirl away from him to avoid completely crashing into him; all while keeping her fried treat from sliding off the plate and hitting something that would deem it inedible. Her free arm collided with the side of his body but otherwise, all was safe and sound. “My bad!” she called out dismissively to him over her shoulder as she continued to walk in the direction of the tables.

The incident was there and gone without even an after thought...until she realized who it was that she had almost decorated with her funnel cake. She did a one hundred and eighty degree turn on her toes and took quick steps in his direction to catch up to him. “Camden, right?” she inquired with a light smile to get his attention as she took two steps in front of him then turned to walk backwards so that she could face him as she walked and spoke. “Did the dance club coordinate anything with the host club? We practiced our butts off in preparation but last I heard it was still in the air if we were to perform a routine for this lovely little festival.” There was nothing overly flattering about her words. For all intents and purposes, she could have left out the compliments as they really did nothing to improve the directness of her question. A question she shouldn't have to ask, especially considering it was the day of. She didn't doubt the president kept the dance club in the loop. It was she who had fallen out of it as not long ago she had strongly considered not returning to Sorzen.

OOC:
Location: Festival in the courtyard
With: Camden
Doing: Pestering
Mood: Inquisitive
Thoughts: He looks a bit bothered.
Outfit: Here

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Doubtless~ He'd been handed a plate with two slices of pizza with more toppings than cheese and something akin to a chili dog which managed to vanish down his gullet the moment he handed over the bill to pay for everything. Taking the change and slipping it into his pocket, he balanced the plate of nachos atop his first and took his drink, a giant lemonade. Yup. His stomach still somehow growled as ferociously as most predatory creatures.

Doubtless~In recognizing the face approaching from behind, he raised the cup as if in a toast towards Cordie, "Yo~" He chimed with a grin a mile wide on his face. His eyes were entirely lit up. Always seeing a fellow classmate in and out of context made his day. His day was, needless to say, made quite often. As she spoke, he'd managed to snake one of the chips into his mouth, though his eye-contact never left hers. It was quite a feat, really.

Doubtless~"Student Council certainly knows how to plan things like this, right?" He agreed cheerily once he'd managed to somehow make that bite vanish instantly. Goodness, did this man even chew? "Y'think they hide a rain machine somewhere up there?" He gave an amused nod towards the top of the school building, taking another chip in the process. What a glutton. Wait, how was it that container was half empty already?

Doubtless~Finally he offered a bite towards Cordie, "You meeting up with friends or something?" He'd realized he hardly knew a thing about her aside from the fact that they were in the same class. How awful that was. That was something which needed to be remedied as promptly as possible. Perhaps he'd even tag along, if they'd let him. Ah, who was he kidding, he'd be let. He gave a motion towards one of the tables though, at this point, why did he even need one? The man absorbed more than half his meal before he could even make it there.

Doubtless~"Excited for the dance? You're... you are a dancer, right Cordie? That's one of your talents?" He was certain he knew, at the very least, that much. "I wish I could. I've got two left feet sometimes." The expression he gave was something akin to horror, though there was still a joking tinge to it. He could do a basic step or two, but anything beyond that was just too quick. His talents lay more in the writing and designing department.








Where .:. Festival--Food Stands
With .:. Cordie
Doing .:. Wolfing down the equivalent of two meals in two minutes
Thinking .:. How is it that this stuff always tastes so good?
Ooc .:. Not like he's really tasting it...
Wearing .:. Clothing
Speaking .:. Accent

[pandabrigade]

L O C A T I O N: School festivalx//xW I T H: Nelecx//xF E E L I N G: Tired, irritated.x//xW E A R I N G: Here


tab • • • Walking through the various stalls Camden looked at his options. 'Nope. Nope. Nope.... Alright, which one of us was in charge of the food??' Camden didn't want any of the food available to him. It wasn't because he was watching his figure, though that should be the reason. Cam has such a high metabolism that he could eat nothing but burgers and fries and still lose weight. But he wasn't complaining. As long as he didn't start looking anorexic, or a pound over 160, he didn't care. Camden looked over and saw a few of his classmates waving him down and walking towards him. They gave him their usual 'good job on this' and 'I love how you guys did that'. During and after any event the host club pulled off, the compliments were always the same. In turn Cam gave them a warm and inviting smile, he liked to hear that his hard work was being enjoyed. "I'm glad you're all enjoying yourselves. You should all take turn on the rides, it took us a while to choose the best ones." The group nodded and talked amongst themselves, the host's recommendation. Because it was true. Who else had both bumper cars, and boats? Deciding if they wanted to rent a pool, use the school's pond, or build their own track. A drop tower three stories high. And of course the large carousel and pendulum ride.

tab • • • "And don't forget about the dance tonight, too." He reminded the bunch. Camden wouldn't really care if the students went to the evening dance or not, but it was required by the school for every one to attend. After a few more traded words, Camden waved goodbye then refocused all his attention to the food stalls. His face returned to its placid state. The sidebar took longer than he wanted and he was hungry enough to eat a-- Girl. Or well, that's what seemed to magically appear in front of him as he was walking. Though she seemed quick in her feet and sound around so that the two avoided a major collision. Camden couldn't say the same for the side her arm had hit. The host put on another polite face, and was going to say it was all quite alright, until she kept walking as if nothing had happened. Confused, Camden knit his brows together. Well that seemed rude... "The nerve of some people. To not even stop and..." Camden stopped himself before any more words could come from his mouth. In truth, it was also his fault for not looking where he was going either. Looking down to his clothes, Cam made sure that none of the powdered sugar dusted their way into his blazer. This was what he was going to wear to the dance later. He didn't care if it wasn't fancy, or elegant like the dance was supposed to be. Can dresses for comfort, and this is what he got.

tab • • • Ready to put the who thing behind him, Cam took a step forward, walking again to a stall. Until he heard his name called out by an unfamiliar voice. Turning, Camden saw that it was he same girl from earlier. 'Back to apologize, I hope?' He said to himself. Cam opened his mouth to answer, but it was caught in surprise when she turned and began to walk backwards. Camden looked behind her every other second, making sure that she wouldn't fall down or trip over anything. He was listening to all she had to say, but instead of an answer he gave her a confused look instead. "You know, you're going to get hurt." But seeing that she's been doing pretty well for herself so far made Camden relax a bit as he looked back at her and not behind her. The host looked down for a second, trying to remember all the clubs they wanted to help showcase. Cam was pretty sure that the dance club was one of them. Honestly that wasn't his responsibility, but he knew whose it was. "Let me just...." Camden said to her as he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. It didn't take long before a reply came back and Cam had their answer. "Yes, the plans were finalized a few weeks ago actually." Camden slightly raised a brow. Was she really with the dance club? Shouldn't she have known that? Maybe she was just a fan of the club, no the girl stated that they've been practicing a whole lot now. "You're going on at the end of the festival, before the dance this evening." Cam gave her some more information as it came.

tab • • • It dawned on him that he still had no idea who she was. How was he supposed to ask her for her name now that he's already had a full blown conversation with her? She obviously knew him, or else how was she able to flag him down with his name? Playing with the tips of his hair again, Cam spoke up. "So, uhhh, are you a part of the club, or...?"Smooth. Cam silently sighed as he mentally kicked himself in the shin. He needed food, the boy couldn't think straight anymore.

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Why Cam kept looking past her was a mystery. Was he trying to get somewhere and she was holding him up? She figured the host would have time for a simple yes or no question but apparently she was wrong. She followed his gaze and peered over her shoulder, expecting someone nearby to have his attention or signaling for him to hurry up. However, she saw no one of that nature. She reflected the confused look back at him, until he mentioned her getting hurt. All of a sudden the pieces fell in place and she realized he had been looking out for her. This brought a knowing smile to her face, mainly because she walked backwards just as well as she walked forward. “I didn’t know members of the host club were able to predict the future,” she remarked in a sarcastic yet playful manner. “It almost seems like you’re worried about my well-being.” Her face beamed with a mischievous smile as she teased Camden. It was all in good humor, however, as she showed him there was nothing to worry about by pausing in her step to allow someone to pass behind her without running into them. She didn’t have eyes in the back of her head but she was used to maneuvering in ways that required one to be aware of their surroundings. When he relaxed, her smile went back to normal as she waited to receive information on the dance.

When she learned that the plans for the dance club had been finalized her lip curled up in a sneer and she gave a roll of her eyes. “Was hoping it would fall through,” she admitted out loud though she was really talking to herself. Her eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular as thoughts raced through her head, until Cam’s voice caught her attention once more. “End of the festival, eh? I don’t know how long that gives me but I’ll watch for the set—“ She was going to say set-up but as she looked to her left she could already see the pieces being put in place. “You guys really are good.” The compliment was genuine this time as she gave Camden an impressed smile. The stage going up meant she would have at least an hour before show time. She could work with that.

The discontent she felt about having to perform dissolved when Cam started to twirl his hair and asked if she were part of the club. Her natural instinct was to give a smart aleck reply and she opened her mouth to do just that, but instead closed it and rethought her response considering he had taken out the time to help her. “Yep, part of the dance club,” she stated with a sigh before giving a slight shrug of her shoulders. It had indeed been a love/hate relationship that she had taken with a grain of salt given the casual smile that her face seemed to default to. “My first year here was rocky to say the least. After a small falling out with a few people, I kind of went AWOL so….I missed out on some of the detailed messages. Such as if we were performing or not.” Just as she finished her sentence she noticed another girl across the way wearing the same to herself. Her face twisted up in disgust as she took in the plain, black skirt, black heels and lack of accessories on the girl. “What an embarrassment…” It was another thought stated out loud to no one in particular as she disapproved of the girls style. However, if one didn’t know any better, it may have been thought she was upset over the classic case of seeing someone in the same outfit. After another roll of her eyes she put her attention back on Camden. “You’re a second year right? Modeling, if my memory serves me correctly.” This time as she spoke, she turned around to walk straight as she started to tuck into the funnel cake that had been waiting patiently for her attention.

OOC: Sorry for the mediocre post. Myenvironment is being distracting. xp
Location: Festival in the courtyard
With: Camden
Doing: Attempting casual conversation
Mood: Meh
Thoughts: Meh
Outfit: Here

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[sing you cinnamon rolls]

xxxxx 《 YOU LAUGHED*LIKE A CHILD❛HAPPY ⊹ AND CAREFREE❜


• The first thing that Cordie noticed was the stack of food that Ishrael had stacked in his arms. Her eyebrows disappeared under her bangs, wondering how any single human could put that much food away. A legitimate Jughead Jones, she supposed. “That’s quite the pile of food you’ve got that – don’t ruin your appetite for the whole night, now.” She teased, turning to the food vendor and handing over a bill. “Can I get a hotdog and a soda, please?” The man behind the counter nodded and busied himself filling her order.
  
  Turning back to Ishrael, Cordie offered another smile. “I always heard that the festival was amazing, but it’s something else to see it with my own eyes.” She said, looking around at the bustling festival. She turned her eyes up to the top of the school, where Ishrael had indicated that they could potentially be hiding a rain machine. It was in jest, of course. “I hope not. Rain would just ruin everything, I think.” Cordie said, nodding.
  
  When Ishrael offered her a bite of his food, she politely declined. “I’ve got my own – and by the looks of things, you’re gonna need every bite of what you’ve got.” She said, taking a sip of her drink. “And, no. I didn’t come with my friends – I mean, if I run into them sure I’ll probably do something with them. I mean, that’s what friends are for, right? But if I don’t, that’s okay to. I’ll find some way to keep myself entertained.”
  
  Ishrael had indicated towards a table, leading the way. Cordie followed, balancing her food carefully. How Ishrael hadn’t spilled his food all over the floor was beyond her – she was having enough trouble with just her hot dog and soda. Maybe wearing high heels to a festival wasn’t the best of ideas? Maybe, but it was too late now. Besides… it was probably more of an issue of balancing the food than actually staying up on her feet.
  
  Taking a seat at the table, Cordie put her food down and nodded at Ishrael. “Yes. Dancing is my minor, though I largely took it as a minor because I’m not very good at photography or anything of that sort.” She admitted, shrugging her shoulders lightly. She was a good dancer, otherwise she wouldn’t have gotten in. But she was a far better singer than she was a dancer.
  
  “I’m sure you can’t be that bad at dancing.” Cordie laughed. “And, if you really are that bad, everyone has their things they are good at and their things that they… aren’t so good at.” She said, being careful to phrase the last bit as carefully as she could. “I mean, you do composing and fashion and stuff, right? You don’t need to be a good dancer to do that kind of thing, and most dancers can’t compose music or design things to save their lives, so.” She made a balancing scales motion with her hands. “A bit of pay off there, huh? But, yeah. I'm pretty excited for the dance. Are you, or are your two left feet ruining the prospect for you?”