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Haven Sinclair was not one for school dances. Really, she wasn't one for school sponsored anything. Dances, pep rallies, things of that nature. She was completely lacking in the school spirit department. If it didn't have to do with projects and test scores, she cared very little for it.

But the last party she'd been to had yielded interesting results. Not interesting in that people had been kidnapped and tortured—no, she wasn't so cold as to think something like that interesting. But that there'd been energy draining going on right beneath their noses intrigued her. It would seem the Negaverse liked to target large gatherings. Which made sense, of course. The larger the gathering, the more energy they received.

So she thought this the perfect opportunity to conduct more of her research, and when her mother encouraged her to “go with the nice young boy across the street,” she really had no excuse. Her mother even bought her a new dress and let her wear some of her pearls for the occasion.

Which was how Haven found herself at the Spring Fling with Peter Gallo for company.

“You think you-know-who is up to something?” she wondered, sitting in one of the chairs lined along the walls around the dance floor, staring critically up at the paper mache sunflowers like they might secretly be evil energy suckers.

Paris really had no desire to be out in public. Recent events had naturally dampened her spirit, and after the catastrophe that was New Year's the idea of going to any sort of city sponsored party made her mildly uncomfortable at best. There was no telling whether or not the Negaverse would choose to attack again.

Which, in the end, was part of the reason she found herself attending the Spring Fling as a chaperone. Part of her wanted to prove that New Year's hadn't emotionally and psychologically crippled her so much that she could no longer go to large gatherings she would have been thrilled to attend otherwise. Another part of her was just itching for the Negaverse to attack.

Let them come, she thought. She could do with a little revenge.

Except the Spring Fling was hardly the place for it. There were children present, school aged and younger—her little sister, just two and a half, in particular.

Paris held one of Lilah's hands as she and Chris entered the gymnasium. Dressed in a pink dress littered with flower petals, and probably decked out in far too much jewelry for the event, Paris looked the very picture of springtime. Lilah matched in a dress with a while bodice and a skirt of pink rosettes.

“Figures Mom would pick tonight to have us babysit,” Paris said. Lilah strained against her hand, trying to make her way to the dancing crowds.



Haven made an annoyed sound at Peter's response. She hit him on the arm for it.

Gently.

“You know what I mean,” she said.

Since they'd both discovered the other to be a Senshi, Haven had thought it pertinent to discuss Senshi business with him, particularly since Peter had been a Senshi long enough to have gained a level over her. That bothered her competitive spirit a little bit; she didn't like being on a lower level compared to him. She was determined that that would soon change.

“They could have set up the paper mache flowers to drain energy,” she suggested. “Do you feel weak or tired at all?”

She didn't, but a second opinion never hurt.

“I'm fine,” Paris said, not fighting with Lilah so much as trying to restrain her from running off on her own. “She just wants to dance.”

“Wan' to dance,” Lilah announced unnecessarily.

It unsettled Paris to have her baby sister present, but she'd committed to chaperoning the Spring Fling before her mother had asked her to babysit. It was supposed to be child friendly, but with the way large gatherings tended to go... it made her anxious.

She cleared her throat and scanned the room for any sign of trouble but didn't see anything. Good. That was good. Maybe everything really would be okay and they'd have a nice night without having to worry about the Negaverese.

Pulled by the efforts of her little sister, Paris made her way closer to the dance floor, looking over her shoulder at Chris as she went.

“Grab something to eat if you want,” she said. “Actually, try and find something for her to snack on. No c-a-n-d-y. And can you grab me a slice of pizza? I'm starving.”



Haven, noticing that Peter wasn't as involved in the conversation as she thought he should be, huffed and shifted in her chair impatiently, giving him a little glare in the process.

“If you want to dance, go dance,” she said. She sounded a little snide, which wasn't her intention at all, but she tended to get that way around Peter.

She didn't know why he got under her skin so much. It probably had something to do with their competitiveness, but that would soon be ending. To be honest, Haven was going to miss it. She doubted there'd be anyone at Crystal who could keep up with her in quite the same way Peter did.

But every time she tried to be nice, it just came out sounding mean. Haven frowned to herself and tried to rephrase her comment in a way that sounded nicer.

“I mean, don't let me hold you back.”

She winced. That didn't sound much better.

A spring fling, not normally his sort of thing. he didn't do social dances unless he had to, which meant unless it was a function his parents were attending or a Negaverse thing. However, he was here and dressed up as well. Considering the heat the city had been suffering, this heat wave needed to end, Alexandre had dressed in clothing that might not seem so fitting. He wore a suit, dress pants, and a dark blue turtleneck which brought out the color of hie eyes. The suit was fine cut to fit and the turtleneck was form fitting under it. He'd had to have things tailored to fit his smaller frame, though his arms had gotten a bit larger since he'd been spending time at a gym. Aiden had come by before he'd even gotten dressed so Alex had wound up dressing in front of the other, not at all ashamed or worried about the other seeing him in various states of undress. What had, maybe, concerned him was Aiden's opinion of the ink which decorated his skin in the form of ivy curling and wrapping about his upper half while thorns protruded from the ivy vines. That wasn't the only tattoo, he had two others, but he'd asked the other what he thought of it, which was an odd thing for the normally confident twenty year old. But it mattered to him for some reason, even if he liked the ink he bore.

Looking over to the dark haired male he flashed a smile, something soft and only just there. "Looks like a few children have turned up." In a city like this it was a wonder really. Considering how often things went bad, like really bad, he had to wonder about the parents who let their little children come to such things. Didn't they know how high the probability of a big social event being ruined by 'terrorists'? If he were just a normal civilian and he had a little cousin, sibling, or anything else that wanted to come here he'd put his foot down and not permit it.

Not being a civilian, at least not a normal one, afforded him the knowledge that nothing was planned for this spring fling - at least nothing dealing with the Negaverse. He supposed this was the first time, in a long time, he'd gone to an event for himself and not for someone, or something, else. Reaching back to check that his hair was secure, tightening the hair holder, he took another look to Aiden. "I really hope this event isn't crashed like New Years..." And he did. He hoped nothing happened, nothing he didn't expect, he wanted this to go well for everyone.


(if anyone else wants to interact with Alexandre they are more than welcome to it. ^__^)

The outfit Alexandre is wearing: http://www.gucci.com/images/ecommerce/styles_new/201305/web_full/339461_Z6720_4440_001_web_full.jpg

The room seemed to be filling up nicely. He surprised at the number of adults here as well as the younger and teenaged children. His sister, being only just in the elementary school, seemed rather out of place.

He watched her close. Watched as a few older girls passed her by, laughing and gawking at the small child that danced alone. He had long ago decided he teenage girls were not worth his time. They were vicious, cruel, and judging, and that was something he hoped that Chantal would be spared as she grow into a fine young woman.

He pulled a notebook from his back pocket, making note in it to mention these girls to Chantal later. Life lessons were always best taught when things were fresh in the mind, but right now he did not wish to spoil her fun.

'It is a cruel thing, being here like this...why had she not remembered how much I hate these events?' His face twisted into a frown, shaking his head and lowering his eyes to the ground for a moment. Dances, the bane of his existence. How many had he tried to attend and been shot down for a date? How many more had he gone alone on to the teased, poked and beaten up? Oh there were too many to count.

There were advantages to his pain, however. The experience had made him stronger. True it had turned him off from social interaction for the most part, but he had little to no trouble standing up for himself now. He smirked, thinking about the look he had been given the first time he fought back. He had given the boy a black eye and a broken nose. True, he had broken a knuckle in the process, but it had been worth it, and the grounding that had followed.

His eye flicked up as the song changed. Chantal had moved. I momentary panic coming over Gabriel before his eyes locked in her once more. She had taken a seat, good. Well, he supposed she did not see it that way, but it did give him a chance to relax.

He walked from his station, crossing the floor to where she sat. His hand sneaking out to rest on her shoulder and then to embrace her from behind. "You need a companion in this misery, young maiden. It is not healthy to sit and mope alone." His smile could have melted ice. He rarely smiled, and when he did it was normally for her. She was a light in the darkness to him. A breath of fresh air, an to see her so sad often made his heart hurt worse than anything else in the world.

The young girl turned her eyes up to look at her elder brother. She pouting lightly as she placed her hand over his. She hugging them to herself and shaking her head. "My dear knight, no one wishes to dance with me. They say I am too little and that I should not be here with the big girls." Tears started to come to her eyes. "Do you think I am too little, Gabriel?"

Chailee had been really excited when word spread about the Spring Fling that the city was hosting. She enjoyed any reason to dress up in fancy dresses and things since she rarely ever did it in day-to-day life what with school and being at the stables so much. It had actually gotten to the point she felt like she lived in her school uniform or riding clothes. So the moment the Spring Fling was announced and she had gotten permission from her parents she went out shopping. Her mother had given her a very strict budget but she had managed to find an adorable new dress and some accessories to go with it.

So Chailee walked into the building sporting her new yellow spring dress with a pair of small heeled sandals and gold bangle bracelets. She had pulled her hair half back with a small bun and left the rest of her curls hang down loose. Over all it wasn't anything too fancy but she felt good in it and felt it was appropriate.

When she entered though and looked around at the assembly of people she didn't recognize any familiar faces. She sighed a bit, having hoped to see at least one of her friends there but it seemed that they were either not here yet or just weren't coming. She noted that people seemed to be grouped up already and feeling a bit awkward at the idea of trying to push her way into a knit of students she opted to get a drink.

Slipping the dollar bill out of the small white wristlet she carried she paid for the soda and moved slightly to the side to watch, periodically glancing at the entrance to see if anyone she knew happened to arrive.

[[OOC: Anyone is free to engage the, currently, slightly shy Chailee. smile ]]

When horrible things weren’t planned for social events, Ilian actually enjoyed them. It might seem silly for someone his age to actually like gatherings like this (a dance, of all things), but he was often quiet lonely and being around people tended to energize him.

It helped that he didn’t have to pay for his entry, because he wouldn’t have been able to afford it on his own. Even being in the negaverse, he did not steal enough to make a large financial difference in his life.

He didn’t bother wearing anything too fancy. Just a dark navy blazer and pants, and shirt and tie he’d borrowed from Lovely. In fact, if it wasn’t worn out jeans and tee-shirts, his clothing was practically all borrowed from Lovely, who was closer to his size than Jericho.

“There’s food,” he observed, trying to ignore the growl in his stomach as he eyed the table where they had drinks and pizza. It probably sounded silly, but he was not used to too many choices when it came to eating.