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Suddenly, there were arms around her. The ghoul visibly tensed, her hands curling into tight fists on reflex. Every single nerve in her body seemed to come to life, and every instinct and urge in her screamed to fight, to get whoever it was away from her. The only reason she didn't was because of Calder's voice, and though it soothed her immediate reflex to hit, it did nothing to stop her tension. There was something wrong with Calder; the way he approached her, the way he was speaking to - and of - her...it was off. Very off.

"Let go of me." She hissed out in warning, her jaw clenched tight.







WATCH MUT FOR ME--

Somehow, Helmut heard that through her happy chewing, and turned around just in time to see Mot crouch down to her, waving his gloved hand. The little ghoul still had one arm on the table, the other one spread with her palm against her mouth, clearly in the process of shovelling in some snacks. Her eyes were wide but not with terror - curiousity this time, as if trying to figure out why she was left with a babysitter and...did she really even need one? She chewed once, twice, and then swallowed the rest loudly.

"Hi. My name is Helmut Purge and I'm new to this school. It's really nice to meet you and I hope we can be friends." She prattled off to the boil in the same tone of voice she had given Bella; like a bored child reciting a speech for the thousandth time.







Luckily for Na'ima and Hel, Sal was too preoccupied with his pretty date to notice that something terrible was happening. The only for-sure thing was that they would both be in a world of trouble later on.

"No need to apologize, crowds like this do take time. Though I suppose it's less the crowd and more of the..." He paused, looking around - and at his height, over most of their heads - as he tried to word this properly. "...Age gap." He finished lamely, before leaning down to whisper into her ear. "Not unlike a daycare, hmm?" Leaning back and chuckling to himself, the horseman started to lead her away from the main tent, past the games to somewhere much less populated.

She had said she wasn't used to crowds; they could work their way back to the tent.

Monty was about to the middle of the dance floor on his way back to his seat when he turned to look back at the band and saw one of the ghouls doing some little weird dance. He couldn't help but laugh and kick his feet a little as he stood there watching the band play this ridiculous song of his.

Mot chuckled, holding a hand out to shake the young ghoul's hand. She had just been stuffing her face, but maybe she would use her clean hand? "I hope we can be friends, too!" He seemed optimistic. He apparently didn't notice the lack of enthusiasm in Mut's tone.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Luckily, Na was free to leave now, and indeed, Hel turned her sights on Lottie. The ghoul scrambled after the little witch as she fled, screaming. “I AM GOING TO DISEMBOWL YOU, YOU LITTLE KISS a**!” She snarled, and then thumped her head under the table in an effort to try grabbing Lottie. Hel stumbled out from underneath, and rubbed her head, scowling. Drat. She lost the ghoul amongst the students already…

But…OH! Here was Mot and Helmut! Luckily for Lottie, Hel was distracted. “Ah, there you guys are!” She exclaimed, as if she hadn’t been threatening someone moments prior. “Ya!” She exclaimed. “We should dance!” She pointed a finger at Helmut. “I need to dance with you right now! Before I cut you loose for the night, which is soon, just so you know.”

Whisper, whom had arrived late, had been bobbing through the crowd, keeping to the edges by herself. She was sure she'd go unnoticed until a boil approached her and bowed. She blushed practically instantly, he didn't even have to speak to catch her completely off guard. The ghoul was not used to that kind of attention from anyone other than Natalia, as most acted fairly casually around her. Lack of self confidence didn't help much either. She tried to smile, though she was completely unsure of what her face was doing. "Um...uh..ah...sure! Why not. Uh, thanks."

She stepped forward and held out her hand, not exactly excited to dance, but she was very happy to have been asked. Hopefully she didn't fall or step on his feet too much. After all, it wasn't often some one actually asked her to dance.

Was... Hel yelling at someone? Maybe it was his imagination, since she was here now and looked just fine as far as tempers went.

"It's okay, Helmut. You can dance with Hel, since I think she wanted one before me. Ah.. but if you don't know how to dance then.... Um, how about Hel and I teach you?" He looked up at Hel from his crouched position on the floor with a smile.

If it were at all possible, Amrita paled.

"You know better than to sneak up on me! If you hadn't, I wouldn't have reacted like that!" She rose to her own defence, still looking frantic but definitely calming down. Her gaze darted towards Christof, very well aware of how this was all starting to sound. "Sleep is the keyword there. As in sleepovers. Nothing else happens!" Her hands did not relax from their fists, and she turned again to glare at Calder.

"What is your problem? You're acting weird, stop it."

If Taima was late to prom, it was her own fault for choosing to dress up to fit the theme and then go out of her way to make sure everything matched and fit and was properly placed. Normally she didn't care so much, but selecting and executing an outfit for prom was just as much a challenge as any exam, and the thunderbird didn't do anything by half-measures. Eventually she had texted Nukpana suggesting that they just meet each other there.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but it felt a little less so with every step Taima took towards the main tent. There were so many people wandering around, and they were so spread out. Prom had been held in the gym last year, she remembered, with everyone in the same general location. This was much more chaotic, and there were many more students now, besides. They would be lucky to find each other in this mess, let alone the other Blues. She craned her neck to see around the taller attendees as she made her way into the tent, looking for the skinwalker or someone who might be inexplicably familiar or, really, anyone at that point.