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 Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 4:48 pm
Damien thought with a smirk that the Baku was great fun to joke with, her reactions just made him want to continue the playful joking. looking from her and the tatzel, it was like night and day with them, complete opposites.
on the one hand, there was a gentle friendly personality, on the other there was a loud boisterous one. he mused behind a cupped hand over their differences. "Maybe next time I'll see you, it will be under less painful circumstances." he said to Xiu, before standing on his wobbly feet and giving her the proper bow she deserved. " Till the next time we meet, Xiu."
However he turned his attention to the night Princess with a lopped grin. "What about you Lev, what are ya going to do now?" he asked behind ethereal glowing eyes. "You gonna attack the refreshment stand one last time for the sausage? I heard they were a big hit tonight."
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 4:57 pm
Take Moure's confusion.
Add a little bit of Claire's thickness.
Throw in some Roch yelling.
What do you get?
Danny QQ'ing in the corner.
One moment she was cutting a rug, dancing with Moure, just enjoying the dance, and then yet again her dance was interrupted by something.
Rather, someone. Roch.
Suddenly the two boys had gotten into a fierce argument about liking Claire and not liking Claire ... and something about Danny being another woman? All she knew was that Roch wasn't being very nice at the moment.
"Hey, Roch that's not very ni-" she began, but was cut off by a squeak. GHOULFRIEND? CLAIRE WAS HIS GHOULFRIEND NOW? Wait now Moure was saying she wasn't. Which was it?
More yelling. Moure yelling. Arguing.
It was true, Moure was her date, and she hadn't spent any time with him! She was a little jealous of Claire, but then again, she had done the same thing to Moure! But ... Roch was also right. Claire and Moure were technically boilfriend and ghoulfriend (were they? whatever, they were still romantically inclined). She felt the need to give them space as well. She didn't want to be the awkward third wheel. Something about Roch's tone though ... he was almost ... possessive? Danny just read it as "Roch is angry at me."
Danny shook her head, this was too much thinking. "'EYYYYY. BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP." Danny would've been tearing up if she could. She loved fighting, but not this kind of fighting. She would've preferred if they both just punched each other out. Word fights were too hard to follow.
Tenderly, she grabbed Moure's hand, careful not to tear off his arm. Then she reached out with her other arm and grabbed Roch's hand. "I'm not choosing, aight? Hell's bells you guys fight like girls." Nevermind that she was one "We'll all go together." Danny searched the room for Claire. Certainly she wanted to come to the slots too! (Nevermind that Danny was stealing both of Claire's dates).
Instead of politely inquiring around until they found her, Danny simply did what Danny did best. "CLAIRE. WHEREVER THE JACK YOU ARE, WE'RE GOING TO THE AUCTIONS TO BET OUR PRETTY CHIPS. GET YOUR BUTT OVER THERE." Yup. That's the way to do it Danny.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:18 pm
Levi perked at Xiu's words; prom was ending. She sighed a bit to herself with relief at the fact that there would be no more dancing. Yea, sure did meet lotsa folk tonight. It was true that the night had allowed her to encounter a good amount of her peers. That was a plus overall. Xiu excused herself to dance then with a boil the tatzel suspected was her companion for the evening and Levi nodded in understanding with a bright smile at the petite ghoul. See ya 'round, Xiu!
The hound then spoke up, standing a little more sturdily now. Levi grinned back with approval - he'd taken it well, her playful attack. Not sure. Er- ...came 'ere with Jericho,...tha dragon boil ...do us folk need ta leave tagether too? She honestly didn't know if there was a certain way one needed to leave a prom. What about the crown she was wearing? Did she need to return it to a proper princess somewhere?
Not sure...
Then Demi brought up the refreshments and Levi shook her head. Nah, 'lready had me some sausage. Mighty fine meat in them things. Likin' tha ...other mushy meat thar too. Could eat a tub 'a that. Levi paused and rethought her words; she was actually pretty full and just nearly finished her smoothie. Or 'least not tonight... had ma fill fer tha night...
'bout you? Ya still hankerin' fer somethin', Rex?
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:33 pm
"No, Danny, we don't," Roch said, slipping out of her hold. "And Claire's the one that told me you're dating, so maybe, just maybe, you need to get a clue and think about what sort of s**t you said when dancing with her," he finished, coldly, before walking away. "Dipshits. I'm surrounded by dipshits," he added under his voice. "Oye, Demi!" he yelled. "Wanna go to the auction with me?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:45 pm
The mutual puzzled expressions and awkward pauses made the entire affair of getting out to the dance floor a bit of a chore, but after setting down his satchel of spookies and taking her hand they made a bit of progress. By the set of his shoulders and the placement of their hands it was obvious he'd had lessons, though exactly which within the genre of ballroom she wouldn't be sure until they began to dance. "You've had lessons." She sounded pleased. If there was one thing the djinn was truly passionate about, it was dance.
Curling her fingers along the gloved length of his hand, the ghoul brought the other up to rest lightly on his shoulder. Luminous gaze meeting eyes that were every bit as blue as her own. The corners of her lips twitching up as she counted beats. That silent challenge once again issued.
"Show me what you've got, Johan." By tone alone it was obvious the ghoul knew her away around a dance floor, but her posture as she waited for his lead was flawless. Whatever his skill, however he moved, she would match it.
He could lead, she'd give him that, but she would not be the meek little partner most boils were accustomed to.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:48 pm
Claire went to cry in the corner.
Why was Roch angry?
And she never said anything about having a boilfriend... Only that they were going on a date.
So she sat and she cried.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:06 pm
Mac should probably have been happier about her answer; it was a good answer, it was the one he wanted to hear, however deep down that want was. Perhaps, just as equally deep down, he wished he didn't have to bare his soul to do it...and even worse, to do it on the dance floor, where people could watch or hear his embarrassment. He did smile though, and it did cheer him up considerably. Before she could get too far away from him, he pulled her back to kiss her knuckles, and then settled to let her lead him back to everyone else.
"Yeah, fun." Mac managed a smile, looking at the group. "It was nice to meet you all." Which was true, aside from the last bit that just kind of wore him the hell out! By the time Lizzy started to drag the other boil away (oh hey, she was still holding onto his hand, too!), the black-eyed Reaper looked thoughtful.
"Here, Lizzy. Let me." Removing his hand from hers, he moved to the other side of Mot, taking the boil's arm and looping it over his shoulder. "Lean on me there, cowboil, you look like you're gonna collapse." Was he being...nice? He was! It was a far cry from the Mac that wanted to punch his face in earlier.
"You danced too hard, stupid." Okay, so maybe he wasn't THAT nice...but at least he was helping Mot, you know, not fall and crush Lizzy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:07 pm
Damien only nodded to her, taking her word for it since Jericho ate his piece, he rather preferred the steak tartar, or the "Mushy meat" as the tatzel called it to. "so the little princess is a were-hog huh?" he said poking her stomach that seemed like it was indeed full.
After getting back onto his feet and giving his vest a prod here and there, it felt like the pain was starting to fade away. He'd have to ask Roch later what was in the smoothie because it worked wonders on him and not just his taste buds.
He took a few steps around to limber up his legs before taking a few step in hold for the waltz like he was trained to do as he moved around the table and the princess, feeling like the royalty needed to see a show. "Oh so you came with the dragon huh?" he said without much of a edge as he kept up his pace in step. He would never get how the dragon managed to be around the white haired ghoul for so long, even if he couldn't see him around right now.
Levi's innocent little question did manage to stop Demi and his little dance before folding his arms over his chest in thought. "Not necessarily Lev, I mean, it is over, is it not?" he replied back after a moment before reaching out to tilt the dainty little crown that was on her head.
The sudden call from across the hall caught his attention as the sight of a fairly angry hunter caught his eye. He was rather shocked to the the boil in such a foul mood after having him around not to long ago and safe to say he felt concerned as his eyes furrowed in thought.
"Hey Levi, you wanna go with me and Roch to the auction, I think he needs some time to cool off and I don't want to leave him on his own." asking with a hopeful little look of a boil that didn't want to let his bud down.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:09 pm
Holly was going to get her one dance, darn it. Heck, maybe she'd find Levi and make her dance too. Not like this though. The ghoul placed placed her hands on the boil however they were suppose to go.
This was going to be fun right? He did promise fun and so far almost fighting with another friend of heres wasn't. It's not like they had to have a deep meaningful conversation or anything right?
This did mean the night was over. They wouldn't have to mention this ever again if they didn't want to. It still had been fun, overall. "Er, thanks, for tonight." Holly avoided eye contact, dancing was awkward enough.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:22 pm
Just from the set of her hands, and the way she held herself, Johan had the nagging feeling that Haddiya was the better dancer. However, she obviously expected him to lead by her posture. And if that wasn't enough, she actually egged him on! Confidence, Johan reminded himself, remaining silent at her challenge. He tightened his grip on her hand slightly, and swept into the first movement of the Viennese waltz, quietly counting off the steps in his head. It didn't match the song, the setting, or the event at all, but the waltz had always been his best. And it didn't carry the romantic implications of the 'slow dances' he'd seen other couples engaged in. Matching the tempo of the dance to the beat of the song, Johan twirled Haddiya, before leading her into another rotation. He didn't realize it, but the habitual scowl had almost completely faded from his face, replaced by the closest thing to serenity he'd ever come close to since coming to Amityville.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:39 pm
Chin down and glowing eyes settled unwaveringly upon his face, the djinn fell easily into step with the reaper as her swept her into the familiar count of the Viennese waltz. Flowing skirt circling her legs as he twirled her beneath his arm before falling seamlessly into the next rotation.
"Now I must admit I'm a little surprised, pleasantly so." She was going to chose her words carefully here, because the absence of his usual scowl had not escaped the ghoul's notice. It wasn't quite the smile she was hoping for, but it was a good start, and she would take what she could get. "You're a man of many talents." But not without hard work, and his ambition was one of the things she admired in him.
Perhaps the prom would not be wonderful time to him that it had been for so many of their peers, herself included, but perhaps she could make it a little better then it was. Give him a decent memory to associate with the evening as well as with herself. A reason to want to let loose, just a little, in the future. Without such things as family duty held over his head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:45 pm
Did Moure say something mean to Claire? Did Claire say something mean to Roch? Everything was far too confusing by now.
Danny let him walk away though. She knew he was angry about something. Must've been food! Danny always got grumpy when she ate something her tummy didn't agree with. It must've been that punch. Jackdamn that substance.
Turning to Moure she said, "I ... think he just ate something that made his tummy upset. Let's leave him alone." She smiled awkwardly and hooked her arm around his. "So should we stay here, or go find Claire, or go to the auctions?"
Danny sighed and searched the dance floor for Claire. Odd. Normally she would think that Claire would be right in the middle, dancing her butt off. Where did she sneak off to?
All the s**t had juts blown right past Danny's head. She blamed it on water. As usual.
Danny could've sworn she heard Roch say something else as he stalked off, but she ignored it. It was probably just some comment about how much water sucked. Yup. That was definitely it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:49 pm
Roch turned, catching sight of Claire sobbing out of the corner of his eyes, then, a bit shockingly, looked at Moure, his expression murderous. "Jack this," he said. "I'll be there in a little bit, Demi, I need to go outside and cool off," he called to the hellhound, his hand coming up in a fist even as he headed out the door.
He needed some time to himself. And it was relatively quiet outside, the middle of the night, brisk October air rushing around him. He finished summoning his guitar and slipped it over his shoulders to start playing.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 7:00 pm
The compliment was unexpected. Not unwelcome, but it managed to interrupt Johan's concentration on the steps. He faltered for a beat, frown returning as he attempted to keep the tempo. The frown was not directed at Haddiya, rather just one of concentration, but the short moment of almost-no-scowl had passed.
He swept her back into the steps, obviously determined to keep the dance going, and waited till the movements became natural before replying.
"Nein. However, I don't claim to be competent at anything more than magic." he replied, and added as an afterthought to what he ought to have been doing that evening, "And studying."
He honestly didn't consider himself a good dance, it taking up much of his concentration and co-ordination to remember the steps. Haddiya, on the other hand, was a natural, he felt. She followed his every move flawlessly, allowing him to concentrate on his own steps. As the room pivoted around them, he realized he really should compliment her back.
"You really are very good at dancing." he said, eyes fixed on a point over her shoulder. This close to a ghoul, eye contact was not an option.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 7:04 pm
Mot was a tad surprised as Mac stopped their venture, coming around to give him a hand. Wait, hey! Mot began to stammer, "Wha-- No, I can..." He can walk on his ooooown! He'd be fine! Really!
At Mac's little stab at him, Mot sighed and chuckled. "Maybe I did." Fine! He'd accept help.
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