Just a Playful Kiss ♔ O/A

[DJ H u g g i]

❝¢яєαтινιту ¢σмєѕ fяσм α ¢σиfℓι¢т σf ι∂єαѕ❞

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AIMEE ROSE ANDERSON x x x x x x MISS CREATIVE

As Aimee's embarrassment grew, the undesired attention she was experiencing suddenly switched off of her and to the shattering of glass in a nearby direction. Her head whipped around, shiny blonde locks billowing behind her from the sudden jerk in movement. While she attempted to cover her wardrobe malfunction, tear-filled blue eyes locked with the tall figure who everyone was concentrated on. Adjusting her eyesight by discretely wiping away the tears she fought back, Aimee peered over to the subject who had everybody erupting in laughter. Eyes widening in surprise from what she just witnessed among her classmates. The famous Sanosuke, ladies man who was known to be suave and charming, tore the rear-end of his trousers to reveal humorous boxers that displayed distinct red hearts. Her heart stopped momentarily as she watched him stride towards her with a goofy grin. A grin she would normally scowl at in return; however, she stood there motionless, eyes wide like a china doll while her cheeks remained a pink hue.

His silky voice tickled the nape of her neck as Sano whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine in which she only nodded in agreement, still at a loss for words. Why... why is he helping me? The actions he was taking didn't add up considering Aimee recalled showing mild hatred towards him for his promiscuous behavior. Averting her eyes from Sano in slight humiliation, her usual reaction to physical contact was nonexistent as Sano wrapped a single arm around her waist which completely covered the mishap with her dress. Unaware to the nonverbal threat Sano sent towards the three boys from earlier, Aimee looked up with gratitude; although, it probably wasn't noticed by Sano. As the two exited the room, his words sent her back into reality. "Ehh...? EHHHH!?" She stumbled clumsily as she looked at him in disbelief. Was this all a ploy for him to... to... She gulped nervously as she felt her cheeks once again turn a rosy red from her vivid imagination.

Finally, a soft sigh escaped her lips while fluttering her tired eyes shut, Aimee looking as though she was in deep thought. Begrudgingly she opened up her small black gem covered purse, negligent to the fact that Sano's hand was still around her waist firmly which could explain her hands fumbling with the small needle she was in search for, pricking her index finger accidentally. Instinctively, she placed her finger in her mouth to rid herself of the small bubble of crimson blood that formed, wincing from the slight pain. Designing clothes normally meant that Aimee carried a spare needle and some thread with her for occasions like this; however, she never imagined that she would also need to attend to someone else who was in a similar situation. "Uh...uhm..." Still running low on her usual prideful stature, she wiggled herself free of Sano's grasp, turning away from him as well while her shaky hands clung to the loose fabric on her dress.

She worked briskly, occasionally pricking her fingers from her irrational increased heart rate, becoming nervous from Sano's watchful eye. Never did Aimee sew in front of others, nor did she even consider fixing the attire of another. Thinking about having to sew Sano's trousers made her face flush even more as she grew flustered. As her nimble fingers began to finish their magic on her dress within moments, she turned back around to face Sano, unknowingly smiling in satisfaction as she created a pattern of a rose on the area that tore.

"W-well... er.." She paused as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, creating small wrinkles along her forehead before anxiety began washing over her. "It-it's not l-like I'm grateful to yeh or anything...!" She spat, trying to regain her confidence, averting her gaze from Sano, piercing her lips together as the inevitable was about to happen regardless. Truthfully, she felt indebted to the tall man with dark locks and earthy eyes that were strikingly golden. Disgruntled, she moved her previously pricked index finger, swirling it in a circular motion, ordering for Sano to turn around so she could asses the damage he inflicted on his pants to save her any further embarrassment.

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[Mujamo Uha]

Concrete ANGEL

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Who: Miyoko || Where: Refreshment Table || Wearing: So Sexy

Miyoko's smile didn't go unnoticed by Isamu. Just seeing that genuine smile on her lips raised his spirits for the rest of the night. It wasn't only that he knew she was having fun, but because he is responsible for lightening her spirits. As they walked through the crowd of people, Isamu kept a grip on Miyoko's hand so that he wouldn't lose her. Although he enjoyed holding her hand, he didn't blame her when she pulled her hand away once they left the dance floor. He knew the girl as a sort of cold and quiet type. She was allowed to be that way. It wasn't his place to make her into an entirely different person. He just didn't like seeing her alone. He understood though the terms they set before they danced. It was only one dance and a drink. That didn't mean that Isamu would ask again, just to make sure. It looked like she enjoyed herself, and since most every other female was busy, if she said yes, he figured a few more dances couldn't hurt. Maybe even a slower song would come on.

Once they reached the refreshment table, Isamu poured out two cups for them and handed one to Miyoko after she grabbed a cream puff. He gave her a slight grin before taking a drink of the spiked punch. Tasting the alcohol was out of the question. Isamu's father would force him to drink entire bottles of Nyquil and pure lemon juice for his own enjoyment. He sure could taste the lemony/frizzy taste of the drink, but that masked the flavor of the alcohol to him. It's not like he really built up a tolerance to alcohol from the abuse. He was a taller, larger guy, so he could hold a built of liquor, and then maybe a couple more glasses than the average guy. However, the constant abuse of whatever was shoved down his throat, from what his father could find, destroyed most of his taste buds. It didn't bother him all that much. He still enjoyed food, especially sweets because he could still taste those the most.

"So, I don't suppose you would want another dance-" The room suddenly grew quiet, and Isamu quickly rose his eyes up to where everyone was staring. Aimee stood in the center of three freshment, all eying her up and down with her skirt torn off her dress. Without even thinking, Isamu slammed down his cup on the table, and stormed a few steps toward her. In truth, he was probably the only movement in the room as everyone stared and he began taking off his suit jacket. Before he got to her, though, the sound of smashing glass sent everyone's gaze to Sano. Isamu didn't hate the guy, but he also wasn't friends with him. He seemed to treat the ladies with respect, but he never took any guy to have clean intentions. He had his own reasons to be respectful to women, but he wasn't sure if Sano had any or not. Isamu's tightly clenched hands slowly loosened as he stared with a slightly cocked head and a raised eyebrow. Just what was he doing?... Until it hit him. He was taking the attention off of Aimee. Isamu's shoulders also slowly began to loosen up as he watched Sano escort Aimee out safely. Just as they reached the doors, Isamu's eyes snatched back to the guys. Isamu rarely looked dangerous, but now was one of the rare times he did. To embarrass a girl is one thing, but to demean her, fondle and embarrass her was an entirely new level. Isamu's hands quickly clenched back into fists around his jacket as he stared at him. His lips were pulled back into nearly a snarl. More than ever he wanted to beat the living hell out of them because they reminded him so much of his father with his mother. However, he didn't want to end Miyoko's good time by him getting kicked out of the dance for beating the s**t out of a freshman. After a while, Isamu turned back toward the refreshment table and picked up his glass.

He was silent for a little bit, trying to gain back his bearings and confidence. He took a rather large drink of the punch, finishing off his glass before pouring himself another. Aimee was being taken care of by Sano, and it seems that some of the chaperones found out who the culprits were by a couple of pointed fingers, and they were now being escorted out. Isamu had a hunch they would still be hanging around the school. If they were still there when he left, they better run. After taking a drink of his second glass, his smile returned to his lips as he turned his head to Miyoko, giving a slight shrug. "Well, that was something, wasn't it?" He gave with a slight chuckle at the end before coughing slightly, clearing his throat. "The offer still stands, though. Would you care for another dance, or are you done for the night?"

Out Of Cake: Grrrr angry Isamuuuu~

ladymorning

[Romance Rping11]

♝♝Skiyah ▓▒ Yumiehe♝♝

Where? Gym
Who? No one
Feeling? EPIC!

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Slowly raising a limb, she would press her fully gloved hand against the cold bars of the gym entrance door. With much pressure she would press the door to open, the loud knocking of the bar would collide with the metal door to signify someone was entering the gym. Her bottom lip would be drawn into her mouth, her teeth lightly pinching it. Yeah, Ski was nervous, but what could she do? She loved music. Loved to dance. Did this dress look cute on her? She hated the colors, but who could complain? Slowly her heels would tap against the shined floor of the gym. She was ready to go. Ready to have fun. Slowly, her head hung low she would hesitantly walk to the beat of the room. She had no idea as to what eyes were on her, and she didn't want to know. Taking a deep breath, she would cross her arms beneath her slightly exposed breast. Her dress was made of glitter, short to her upper knees. Her shoes were gold just like her dress, which she also wore long black glittery gloves. Her hair was drawn up into small curls, styled to one side. She wore little to none make up, made sure to have applied it lightly. Today was the dance and like every other dance she was always seen without a mate. Yeah, since she hated to be alone, things were worse for her. Ski wasn't your average girl and well, average things didn't come her way.
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M•I•S•S●•●E•C•C•E•N•T•R•I•C

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As her shy personality-- Shy? Wait...... wait.... wait, What was she doing? Acting, right? Slowly raising her head, she would look around at all the kids. Spotting some she knew, meaning she just seen them around. She was trying her best not to stare at anyone, but she could see some drama unfolding. Just best to stay to herself. In her world. So many pretty dresses, so many cool suits and hair styles. So many people mingling. Look at her. She was all alone. Wow. Well, at-- Before she could take another step, her shoes scuffed the ground and in that instant she went over. Falling flat onto her face, Ski would raise her hands to cover her nose. "Oh man!!" She would scream like a spoiled child. "My nosey wosey!!!" She would yelp again, biting hard on her botton lip. That was the real reason she was so focused on herself, so driven to walk and act normal. She was a total ditz. And well, that was all that needed to be said. Slowly pushing herself to her feet, she would smile at everyone, not noticing her shoe was cracked at the heel. "Helllllllooooo everyone!! Ski has arrived!!" She would say throwing up to fingers and waving them around in the air like a maniac. Wooo wooo wooo. Here she was. So, shall the party start now or later? She then began to twirl slowly, shaking her hips to an imaginery song. She was going to the wrong song, well, a song she thought she was hearing. As she got more into the fast paced beat, she move her feet faster, unknowingly cracking her weak heel even more. "Come on people!!"

She would scream as she started playfully hoping like a small bunny. One jump, two jump, three jump, Crack! Her finely looking high heel would crack beneath her weight, and her arms would be thrown into the air, trying to catch footing. Oh no, not her nosey wosey again!! Before she would fall, she would quickly lean forward, throwing her hands out in front of herself. Falling on her hands and knees Ski would hit the gym floor with a thump. Her eyes would widen in that instant, and without warning she would burst into laughter. The best parteaah ever!!!! Well, too bad it had already begun...

"In a world like mine,
laced with grand design,
we are the keys to all these strange locks.
Yeah.
Till night falls and sleep calls we'll always keep dancing.
But even then when the party ends,
beckoning dreams keep rocking.
Stay out there, skies too small to fall."

♥S.Y.

(Oh, Cookie Cooking, Batman: )

[Wozard of Iz]

--- as we fall into sequence - and we're eating our young -remain silent and still for modesty
D o - y o u - p r a y - w i t h - y o u r - e y e s -c l o s e d
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✩ ┇ FOLLOW ME - INTO NOWHERE
WOVEN WITH ---- THE UTMOST CARE
WHEN IT'S COLD OUTSIDE, HOLD ME ------- DON'T HOLD ME
WHEN IT'S COLD OUTSIDE, HOLD ME------- DON'T HOLD ME
WHEN I CHOOSE TO REST MY EYES, COAX ME ------- DON'T COAX ME
WHEN I CHOOSE TO REST MY EYES, COAX ME ------- DON'T COAX ME


Relm Queenston
Ren was still slowed down, due to the events. It all happened so quickly, that he only just noticed. "How...depressing." He managed to utter out. "And utterly embarrassing." He said, finally gaining some form of composure. His thoughts were everywhere, with no central point. They were being sent endlessly everywhere. How could he possibly find enjoyment in that. Was it the real him thinking it was stupid and immature or was it the regal side making these ideals? It didn't matter now. Obviously, something made him feel that way, and ignoring it was, in simplest terms, stupid. "I mean, I wouldn't even wish that on my worst enemies. That's just...slightly cruel." He began saying, still somewhat grabbing for words. It wasn't that easy for him, because he was the one who always had something to way. A word. A joke. An insult. Anything. This time, not so much. He just was in complete awe at the events that unfold.

He took a sip of his drink. It wasn't to intoxicate, but to clear his throat and his quench his dry mouth. "If I ever make something like that happen, hit me." He said. "Hit me hard." He said, looking down towards her. He seemed oddly serious in his voice. He never liked being the harmful one, but the one to stop the harming, even if he harmed himself in the process; once again, keeping it in the memories only shared to the highest individuals. "That wouldn't be me to even unintentionally make that happen. Just bring me back to reality if that happens to me.,Kay?" He said, now in a more focused state, now watching everyone at least somewhat getting back to dancing and remembering the simple stupidity behind it. It was immature, boring, even a bit misleading. Girls so innocent and friendly would do this just for attention. It was a sad fall, but one he couldn't change. He just had to watch in a small bit of disgust.
have they cleansed you with chloride, and scrubbed behind the knees ✩ Has your body been hollowed by the breeze
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[Quotesy]

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"Oh, a woman's heart." Shizuo said melodramatically, raising his cup. "But at least there's a lot of people around." he added, giving a slight shrug. "Maybe she'll forget about it in a few. There's bad and then there's very bad." Lowering his cup, Shizuo paused for a thoughtful second. " You don't strike me as the type of guy who would do something very bad to, uh, impress a girl."

And he didn't mean something bad as in badass - flipping off buildings, riding motorcycles,and doing whatever it is that badass people do - Shizuo meant something more along the lines of bad pickup lines, tripping over your own two feet, forgetting what you were supposed to say, or stalking the poor lass. Though, then again, Shizuo didn't know much about the kid - Kageto could be, for all he knew, a member to some kind of secret motorcycle gang.

"Don't worry about it, man. Things like this work out eventually." Shizuo reassured, giving Katego a light pat on the shoulder.

"Did you just see...?" Shizuo stopped, uncertain. Maybe it was only his imagination. Hesitantly Shizuo Hanashi lowered his gaze toward the punch bowl, then around, almost as if he were baffled, before turning his look down at the punch in his hand. He took another sip.

The punch tasted like fruit dipped in vats of sugar.

Why would someone want to pour water in the punch?

Probably to make it less sugary... He wasn't all that much of a sugar-person. Though that didn't mean that they would have to add water to it.

A new song came on. One that he had never heard before, but kind of looked as if some people did know what the heck it was. The kind of song that guided people to dance, like the Chacha Slide or Hoedown Throwdown by Miley Cyrus. People began to dance, moving in groups and laughing, their voices being muffled slightly from underneath the wave of the musics pulse.

"At least it's not Gangnam Style." Shizuo laughed. He had heard enough of that song to last him a lifetime.

And then all of the sudden, the sound of glass shattering made him jump.

Instinctively, Shizuo moved out of the way from the spray of glass, looked - and snapped his eyes away.

"That was more of Sano than I had ever wanted to see." Shizuo pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut, as if he were trying to erase the image from his brain.

Shizuo looked down at the cup in his hand, still half full of punch, brought his gaze back up toward the people lingering in the gymnasium, and lifted his cup to his mouth. Subtly, very subtly, he spat the punch back out, turned to the nearest garbage can, and dropped the cup into it. Making a face, he ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth.

"Fruity." And slightly numb from too much sugar.

Or was it sugar?

Shizuo stopped, his eyebrows furrowing.

It felt like...he couldn't really think...the ground looked strange, like it were off focus or something....

God dammit. Someone spiked the punch.

Or put roofies in it.

Whichever one of those...

"If that's not middle school, then I don't know what the hell is." he grumbled. All of the sudden, the music felt too loud in his ears. Blinking hard, Shizuo widened his eyes, trying to make the world focus again.

He was nooot an alcoholic.

[Jrights]

Lips_Like_Whiskey

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⇨ Giovanni Aldo de Rossi ⇦

↳Well I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time
But I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah

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↬ Giovanni stood there after he gave her the typical European greeting with a kiss on each cheek, and when he did he noticed she gave this weird smile and start to blush, but he really didn't know what that blush means, so when he saw it his face turned to a worried type of look. "Oh no Akane, your face is like red. Are you have a fever?" Gio asked her slightly concerned, cause if Akane really did have a fever then he knew she shouldn't even be out here doing activities, Especially leave her room to attempt to go some where. But Gio stood there as he listened to all the questions she asked about Italy, and then he found out himself that it was going to be hard to answer them, since he never really got to see any further than the little bit of trees that had surrounded all the soccer fields that he has played on, and even going from town to town, he never really got to see many scenes of his own country, So thinking for a second he came up with something to say as he smiled at her, "Well, there are a few parts that are nice." After Gio said that he sort of thought to himself how dumb that sounded, and how fake it sounded, but he just rolled with it as he looked her into the eyes and heard her talk about why her parents gave her her name. "Oh I see, well they picked a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Giovanni told her as his accent shown through making that cute little sentence probably even more to die for with his accent added into it.

"Well being new to this area, everything is so different. Plus I don't know how to dance, and I don't know what food and drinks are good. But I am feeling thirsty. Would you mind showing me where the drinks are?" Gio asked Akane as he stood there still holding all of his equipment on his back and even his ball under his left arm, boy did he seem like he was in the wrong setting, but after speaking with Akane he quickly subsided that feeling and just wanted to continue with his day for right now. ..... ✍

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All I ever wanted was to see you smiling↲
All I ever wanted was to make you mine
I know that I love you oh baby why don't you see
That all I ever wanted was you and me

[ladymorning]

miy
oko

MMM

╔ Miyoko slowly sipped at her punch, wondering what the under taste was. It was hardly noticeable, but she sensed it enough to wonder. She looked down into her glass, swirling around the punch in the almost empty glass. She felt a little lighthearted, her brain a little thick. Miyoko felt the same as when she got very tired, as if she stood outside her body. Movements felt foreign, as if she were a puppet and someone else were moving her. Her thoughts were slow and muddled which meant trouble focusing on what she was doing. Her back was to the dance floor so missed the embarrassment of Aimee. When she heard glass shattering she turned around, oblivious to Isamu moving forward. Her eyes landed on Aimee and after a moment, when she understood what was going on, Miyoko’s hands flew to cover her open mouth. Miyoko didn’t notice the splash on her toes as her cup of punch fell to the floor. She took a few quick steps forward but Sano was by Aimee before she could get very far. Miyoko found herself nodding, though she couldn’t tell why. He’ll take care of Aimee. He’ll take care of her. The words played through her brain over and over again, as if stuck on repeat. The shock of seeing what had happened to one of her best friends brought Miyoko more to her senses. She made sure to find the faces of the boys responsible, filing them away for later. When her family had escaped her abusive father, more or less fleeing back to France, Miyoko had begun to take self-defense classes. She only knew basics, but it would be enough to help Aimee get revenge.
After a moment Miyoko noticed she was no longer holding her glass of punch and frowned. Oh…..I really liked that punch……. She moved back to the punch table, staying close to Isamu to avoid the others standing by the punch. She grabbed a new glass and filled it with punch, drinking it more quickly than she had with the last glass. Miyoko looked up at Isamu, blinking slowly, her usually bright blue eyes a little softer than usual. ”Oui. Nous pouvons partager une autre danse. J’aime danser.” Miyoko giggled a little, unaware that she had answered in French instead of Japanese. Then it hit her when Isamu didn’t respond for a moment. ”Pardonne. I don’t know what came over me. Yes, we can share another dance. I like dancing.” Miyoko took another sip of punch and giggled again, covering her teeth with the back of one of her small delicate hands. ”I don’t know what’s in the punch, but it is tres delicieux!” Miyoko finished her second glass right as a new song began playing. It took a moment for it to register in Miyoko’s brain, but once she recognized she gasped and spun to face the DJ. She quickly spun back towards Isamu. ”I adore this song! We must dance to it!” She tossed her empty cup onto the refreshments table and grabbed Isamu’s hand, heading for the dance floor. Miyoko had enjoyed wine over the years, but she had been taught to be a very responsible drinker, especially as a minor. Being drunk was a new experience for her and she didn’t recognize it. Alcohol turned her from the reserved bookworm with walls built up around her to an outgoing and flirty giggling girl. It would be a very interesting night.
Unseen by Miyoko, which wasn’t hard to do with her so intoxicated already, Taro sat at a table in the corner of the room, some sophomore girl on his lap, gushing over his muscles and good looks. He drank in the attention, but his eyes trailed over Miyoko’s form, remembering what it looked like underneath her lacey dress. From what he could tell, halfway across the room, his plan was working spectacularly. Soon she would be falling into his arms again. Taro understood Miyoko very well. She was a passionate creature, though it was hard to tell. She loved wholeheartedly and hated whole heartedly. And where her heart was involved, it would be easy to go from one mood to the other. He was confident that all he had to do was get Miyoko riled up, and in the middle of her yelling at him he could steal a kiss. After that, she would be putty in his hands and easy to sneak off to a hotel or his house. He chuckled darkly and the sophomore on his lap looked confused until he slipped his hand onto her thigh, sending her into a tizzy once again.
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>>OOC:I translated the French exactly when she spoke the second time. Tres delicieux = very delicious
Taro is such a womanizer! It’ll be fun to watch when he tries to carry off Miyoko. <<

mi
yo
ko

Miyoko Miyoko

Mood: Drunken happiness Miyoko Location: School Gym, Refreshments Table

LADYMORNING

Mujamo Uha

[ladymorning]

I know there’s someoneHHHHHHHHSomewhere, someone
Who’s sure to find me soonHHHHH|After the rain goes
There are rainbowsHHHHHHHHHHH|I’ll find my rainbow soon
HMO
HMO
HMO
HMO
HMO

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Hi
me
ko

HMORG ❀ ”Ren if you ever do something like that, I will bring you back to reality before you can blink. But I might not stop with just a slap to the face. I do know where you sleep after all.” Himeko winked, chuckling slightly. She respected Ren more than she respected anyone else. He was her best friend. He had always been there for her. She felt not only obligated to return the favor if she ever got the chance, but also wanted to. Himeko didn’t feel needed very often. Her house was not one for affection, especially towards her. No words of praise were ever said, no pats on the head or good night kisses as a child, no high fives or hands held or sides tickled. It was one of the reasons she craved attention, even if she wasn’t the center of it. It was also the main reason she was so touchy-feely. Himeko had discovered that side of affection when she began attending school. Watching parents hug children good bye, watching friends hold hands or trade high fives, watching girls braid each other’s hair; it was so foreign and new to Himeko. Even now she still found the sensation she got when touching someone else electric and addicting. Physical affection was a strange new world to Himeko. When she had proposed an arrangement to Sano, her excuse had been that she was trying to make her crush jealous. In reality, she was seeking some kind of physical attention that felt real and loving and warm and constant. She knew just as well as Sano that they were no more than friends, but she could pretend during their moments together that it was otherwise.
Himeko finished her cup of punch and debated pouring herself another when a new song came on. Her eyes sparkled and her smile grew as she realized what song was playing. Himeko set her empty cup down on the table, leaning closer to Ren to do so. As she straightened, she put her hand on his fore arm. ”I know you can dance Ren and since my date is nowhere to be seen, come dance with me!” Her hand slid down his arm until her fingers were in his palm. She intertwined her fingers with his and pulled playfully in the direction of the dance floor. Bystanders would probably think there was a bond stronger than friendship between the two the way she held his hand, but Himeko would never notice. To her, if you held someone’s hand you intertwined fingers. She had never noticed that it was only couples who really did this. Her emerald eyes seemed to beg as she softly tugged at his hand. This was the kind of song you could ballroom dance to and Himeko was going to take advantage of that.

{{{ OOC: Her outfit
Her hairdo}}}

Mood: Playful
Location: School gym, Refreshment table

HMOSoon it won’t be just pretend
HMOSoon a happy ending
HMOLove, can you hear me?
HMOIf you’re near me
HMOSing your song
HMOSure and strong and soon

LADYMORNING

[KirigayaKageto]

Himene Kageto

Kageto listened intently to what Shizuo was saying in front of him. But everything that Shizuo was saying was going in one ear and out the other. Kageto didn't know why, but he was also becoming a bit dizzy, giddy, and wobbly. "Wait..... Was there.. Alcohol in the punch?!? Grabbing hold of the table, he placed his palm on his head. Beads of sweat were pouring down, and he felt a bit hot. "Definitely alcohol... Oh damn....." Kageto and alcohol never was a good mix. Ever since that incident anyway. Every time he ingested alcohol, two things could happen.

One, Kageto becomes very, very outgoing, and at the same time dizzy and wobbly.

Or two, the events of that night start flowing in from the deepest crevice in his mind, filling his head with nothing but the events of that night.

And this night, Kageto seemed to be leaning towards the latter. Placing the punch down on the table, Kageto turned to Shizuo, saying "I have to go out a while..." before dashing out of the room. He didn't see if Shizuo followed him or not, but he couldn't care less. He had to get out of there before...

Slamming out through the front door, he ran straight to the most secluded place he could find. And there, his mind broke. The screaming, the blood, the pain. Those eyes that kept looking at him. Those deep, brown eyes... And the body of a girl, drenched in blood... And even more screams... But it wasn't until it stopped that he realized that it was him screaming...

Clutching his head and dropping to his knees, Kageto kept muttering to himself.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.... It wasn't me...."
Over, and over. But no matter how many times he said it, those eyes kept staring at him. They kept judging him. Tears poured freely down his face, making small circles in the snow below him.

Why did he do that to her?!?

{OOC: Haven't posted in a while. Depression is a good writing media. And I'm depressed right now.}

[Mujamo Uha]

Concrete ANGEL

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Who: Miyoko || Where: Refreshment Table || Wearing: So Sexy

Isamu just couldn't resist those eyes of hers. And her voice when she spoke in French, smooth as silk. Although what she said was beautiful, he didn't have a single clue what she just said. Maybe the oui, part. That meant yes. He got that reference. His smile only grew when she caught herself and replied in Japanese. He was so glad that she decided to loosen up a bit. He just didn't expect it to be this soon. When she remarked about the punch, Isamu looked into his cup. Was it really that good? He wish the actual taste of the punch would come through and not this strong lemony and after taste. He wondered what it was that they put in it to give it that cotton mouthed feeling. As he stared into the pit of punch in his hand, he heard Miyoko pipe up when the music changed. When she exclaimed her excitement and took his hand, Isamu couldn't help but laugh a bit and set his glass down as well. He followed her out to the floor, and once she found a spot on the dance floor, he took her in his arms.

While those that haven't sampled the punch yet held onto each other with the guy placing his hands on her hips and the girl's arms loosely draped around his neck, staring awkwardly around the room but never meeting each others eye; Those that have tried the punch were against each other, some in ways that shouldn't be viewed by the public eye. With only a slight buzz, Isamu wouldn't even dare to try something like that. Even if he was dumb drunk, he would never do something like that. He took her right hand in his left, holding them at shoulder length. His right hand was placed firmly on her back. Her body was pressed against his, but his intentions were quite different. He wanted to protect her. He only heard snippets of her past, but having Taro here probably made her a little uncomfortable, and he didn't want that guy anywhere near her tonight. The right side of Isamu's head pressed lightly against the right side of hers as they danced. However, something was off. Not once in all his years dancing has he gotten dizzy while spinning her on the floor. So much so, that he had to stop the spins. Well, that was just strange. He wasn't allergic to anything. He wasn't sick or ate anything bad. In fact, he only remembered ever feeling this way when...-

Isamu's heavily lidded eyes quickly snapped open as he looked toward the punch bowl. 'No...' His hold on her instinctively tightened as he looked around quickly at all the other couples without moving his head and only his eyes. Some were laughing for no apparent reason, some hung on each other and was that a kid throwing up in the corner? Yeah, he feared the worst. Someone spiked the drink... And how many cups did she have. Either someone just wanted to liven up the party, or they were looking for a little gain in the aftermath. No matter what it was, Isamu had to somehow keep Miyoko from drinking anymore punch. He wasn't sure how far over the brim she went, but he knew when he was drunk, it was hard for him to stop. Turning his head slightly into hers, he rose his hand to her upper back, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone who might be acting suspiciously.

Out Of Cake: Ooooh boy!

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[Mujamo Uha]

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I just want to be me.

Who: Seiji || Where: His Table || Wearing: Her Dress

Three cups of punch later, and she was on the move. Now thankfully, Ayaka wasn't the sexually frustrated type of drunk that most teenagers would be, especially at a dance. Instead, Ayaka was a socially friendly type of drunk. Sure, she got a bit touchy feely when she was drunk, but it was nothing more than holding hands and extended hugs. With her stomach full of cream puffs, cookies and spiked punch, she just had to get away from the table. She just had to... SOCIALIZE.

With her hands behind her back, she walked around the tables where very few people were sitting. Due to the punch, most of them were out on the floor, making utter fools of themselves. That's when she spotted a potential victim. "Ah ha." Ayaka's eyes narrowed slightly as she began weaving her way through chair and tables until she made it to no one other than Seiji Tsukasa. After making it to his table, she pulled out a chair and sat right next to him. Her hair, which was free as a fricken bird, slid across her shoulders when she leaned forward to pull her chair in closer to him before settling down as if this was super-duper natural. Ayaka placed her hands on her lap as she turned her head slightly to the dancers, but speaking loud enough so that he could hear her with her head turned away from him.

"Pretty exciting night so far, you think?" Ayaka rose a slender eyebrow as she ended her question by turning her head toward him. As she waited for a reply, any reply, anything at all, she kept her head slightly tilted to see him better. Her long, silky hair fell from behind her back and fell into her lap like a waterfall. If Ayaka wasn't looking carefully, she was swear she could have just walked right past him and not know he was there. He had that sort of quality to him. It wasn't like he was being ignored on purpose or even on accident. He just seemed to blend in to his surroundings. He would be a super great sniper. Ayaka's natural smile appeared on her lips as she watched him watch people. Her natural dimples at the corners of her lips making her appear a bit younger than she actually was. If it wasn't for her height and womanly figure, everyone would think she were three years younger due to her infectious smile and dimples. Not that the dimples were infectious or contagious! (That'd be cute as hell, though). She just had a simple, carefree smile, a smile that could come to her lips without a single reason other than just, "to smile".

[Mobius The Winter King]

Another hour of frantic visions

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As his eyes scanned people for anything interesting, an object of such interest appeared to be coming to him. A fellow student at the school, obviously, and a face that he'd seen quite a few times. Though having never spoke with her, it seemed that Ayaka Takanashi had chosen to come to him on this strange and event filled evening. Sitting down at his table, then proceeding to ask him about how exciting the evening had been thus far, and an exciting evening it had truly been, with the spiked punch getting more and more people to act stupid and the event of people's clothing being torn. "Takanashi-san? I'm suprised that you noticed me. That makes you the fourth person to see me and the third to actually come and talk to me. Though maybe I shouldn't count one since the she wasn't really talking to me much." He said, with obvious amazement and the turn of events. "It's a record high count of people awknowledging my existance today. Ah, to actually answer your question though. Yes, there have been a lot of significant events happening tonight. Maybe people are trying to get girlfriends or boyfriends by doing stuff like this? Minus the bit about Anderson-san's dress getting torn, the cause of that was barbaric foolishness by some of the heathens in my class."

The last part of what he said was, if spoken woulds could, absolutly dripping with venom. However, now wasn't the time to be dwelling on it. One of the big things that had his attention, aside from the beauty who was sitting at his table, was the matter pertaining to the punch bowl. He'd known that Taro was responsible for it, but to what end? What could that guy possibly be after that would be worth the risk of getting caught for spiking the punch bowl? Looking over at Takanashi-san, Seiji noticed that she'd tilted her head as if trying to get a better look at something. Successfully resisting the urge to simply stand up and leave, the young man returned her focused look with a curious one of his own. Is something wrong? The expression was self explanatory as he paused his vigilant gaze upon the girl's features.

Certainly, she was widely considered to be very pretty among the student body. By his knowledge, she was known for her mature appearance and personality, both of which seemed to hold up to what was said about her. Yet, Seiji couldn't help but wonder if the girl had any business with him. Seeing as they were currently in different classes, he wasn't able to see any reason that she might approach him, unless she was simply there to confirm her own suspicions or maybe she just wanted to talk? Mentally laughing at himself for thinking such a silly thought, Seiji continued to look at her with calm patience. Surely, it couldn't be something so simple as that, right?

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  The stilled reality begins anew,
  Another time where unseen people appear farther away...