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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:49 pm
 Amanda Temes (The New Alice) In reaction to Kris hiding behind her, she couldn't tell whether to blush or laugh. Her mind fiddled with the idea and decided, she'd do both. She wasn't particularly a fan of the knave of hearts, but he was easy to get along with, when he didn't get too clingy. Amanda's mind then turned to the fact, Kris was taller than her! How could he hide behind her? Seeing this as a recipe for disaster, like badly brewed tea, she hid behind him. Leaving him in the line of fire. She honestly didn't think Kris a picky one. She quietly watched the scene from behind her shield, Kris, hoping he'd think of a way to get things back on track. Another thought crossed her mind, what track? They were probably so far off drunk that she doubted leaving them in the company of any train, metaphorical or not, would be a good idea. this thought was countered by another, she had no better ideas, the drink seemed to stifle them for the moment. She let out a squeak in the place of saying something as she had lost her train of thought.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:04 pm
 ⧼ ♕ Кiɾάℓɥℵő ♕ ⧽
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:09 pm
He went that way! I mean, left. That left. No, not your left!
Not mine either, dear, stop looking. No, not up! Left!
Wait...That's right, isn't it? Oh, it doesn't matter either way!
Just go search every-which-way and everywhere and you're bound to find him somewhere,
for if he isn't anywhere in everywhere, he's nowhere!
And no one can be nowhere! • Ҫ Ӈ Ȝ ϒ •
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The Cheshire stared at the boisterous young blonde with wide eyes, taking a sidestep away from the crazed group but keeping her amused air about her the entire time. As long as she didn't get caught up in any of it, she would be fine. Once Amanda seemed more herself, the she-cat sidled back over and continued to partake in the mingling, occasionally sipping from her still-empty, dry as a bone cup. An all too familiar figure marched over and the young lady bowed a little at the Knave's compliment, smiling pleasantly but also adding some distance. He was a bit of a touchy-feely kind of person, but as long as he was occupied with the twins she didn't have to worry about her silky ears being touched. If she had a tail, which oddly enough she lacked, it would've been tucked underneath her dress in a mode of self-defense. Or camoflauge. She didn't know, but only because she lacked a tail. She listened in on the Twins' conversation, amused by their synchronity, harmony, and boldness. The crazed hare, the cat could see, was slowly but surely making his way over to the group as well. Chey waggled her fingers in a childish wave as he came closer, "Hello, how are you faring, Radbod?" Of course, whether or not he replied would depend on how his mind was working as of late, and whether the Knave of Hearts tackled him in the next few moments. The cat stayed her distance still, lest the brown liquid get anywhere near her. [ugh. This post is awful. I just...Felt I had to put something up. I'm sorry ; A ; ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:08 am
 Ȃɭȧȿʈȧɍ Ѵѐɍѵȇɍȿ тнє кηανє σƒ нєαятѕ Alastar quite enjoyed the twin’s company, even if the two shared opposing views on tea. Alastar himself loved tea, as with most drinks; Alastar was not a picky man when it came to beverages. "Kris, it's absolutely absurd that you are terrified of tea. Tea, for Wonderland's sake!" Alastar did find it quite strange, that these twins turned their noses up at the mere sight of tea. He wasn’t sure what was so frightening about tea, as Kris had sought refuge behind Amanda the minute the word tea left his mouth. Biting down on his lollipop until all that remained in his mouth were tiny fragments of butterscotch, he discarded the stick, tossing it into a nearby disposal. Wholeheartedly appreciating the bits of hard candy in his mouth, Alastar spotted the lovely Cheshire wedge some distance between the two of them, frowning discreetly as he automatically assumed Chey did not exactly like standing close to him. But how could that be?! Everyone loved him—or so he believed. To this, the Knave smoothly said, “My dear Cheshire Cat, where are you going? You know well I cannot caress your velvety ears from here! Do draw closer, my dear. I assure you I don’t bite—hard, that is.” As the man was a very hands-on person, he wished for nothing but to thread his fingers through what appeared to be, though he wouldn’t be sure unless he touched, satin amethyst locks—and of course shower rightful attention upon Chey’s adorable ears, as they deserved. This urge that arose was nothing unusual for Alastar, who found himself attracted to all fascinating and beautiful things. Swallowing the last of his butterscotch bits, Alastar’s crimson gaze noted a familiar figure drawing closer and closer to the group, grasping a cup of tea in hand. Could it be..?..Was this cup of tea…for him?! His heart skipped a beat at the thought.
Though the March Hare had yet to close in on the group, Alastar wasted no time in calling out to the figure. “Raddy, my love!” It was the nickname the Knave came up with for the other; Alastar thought it fit the other like a glove, as it was cute—just like the Hare. Ruby eyes stared curiously at the approaching figure, eyeing the man’s facial features with hesitance. It took no longer than three seconds for the Knave to deduce the look in breathtaking deep sapphire jewels; Radbod was not at all happy to see him. Dearest Radbod, why must you hate me so? But even with the displeased expression souring the Hare’s otherwise heart-stopping visage, Alastar was determined to welcome the man with outstretched arms. No matter what anyone said, Alastar believed for a fact that hugs solved everything—his hugs did, only his.
Expecting Radbod to willingly fling himself into his arms, Alastar was disheartened to find that the Hare had other plans for him—plans that involved splashing tea onto his outfit. “Ah!”, the man hissed as the hot liquid hit not only his clothes, but the flesh exposed by a few loose buttons as well. Quite simply put, Alastar felt like his heart had been viciously trampled on. Watching the liquid trail down his clothes with wide red eyes, Alastar closely resembled a kicked puppy—a wet kicked puppy. Slowly, he drew his shocked gaze up to rest on Radbod as he apologized, clearly not the least bit sorry at all. Alastar collected himself, gradually regaining his voice after the action had rendered him speechless—and not in the way Radbod’s dashing-good looks did. Alastar would not allow the other to spoil his parade, plus it was not like him to hold grudges, especially against the March Hare. He was set on making the man warm up to him, one way or another.
“It’s quite alright, Radbod, though could you not have simply told me you would pass up on my hug?”, Alastar replied with a soft smile which hid his aching heart. Why must you say nay; why can’t you say yay to my hugs?! The man excused himself briefly to fetch some napkins to dab at his soaking clothes before flocking back to the group. “I must say, Radbod, it was rather kind of you to attempt to put out the fire—the fire you sparked in my heart the minute I laid eyes on you.” The Knave did not stop there, oh no. “But if that was what you were aiming for, all you had to do was look me in the eyes with your precious, pure-blue eyes to placate the embers in my eyes.” How could the man that possessed such a beautiful, unique shade of blue eyes that the sky and ocean could not even begin to compare with, behave so differently from the calming color? Radbod’s eyes of water were so different from Alastar’s eyes of fire—so stormy Radbod's eyes were, while Alastar's was a warm hearth. “…Or perhaps if that was a method of getting me out of my clothes, my dear Radbod, you know well I’d bare it all for you, so you needn’t resort to such means, my love.” Pale lips stretched into a wide grin as Alastar was reminded that Radbod was quite the tea fanatic, and the image that arose in his mind made him mutter, “Maybe you should have poured the whole teapot over me. I’d love for you,” He paused to remove one glove from his hand, trailing his finger down a tea trail before bringing the digit close to his lips, taking his sweet time to lick his pointer finger, ruby eyes never leaving the March Hare, “to drink me.” Slipping the glove back on, Alastar restrained himself from gleefully squealing at the lewd thoughts brewing in his head. The only thing stopping the Knave from ravishing the March Hare right then and there was his wet clothes. In response, a voice in his head chirped, “Well, let’s get rid of it then!” Oh dear…perhaps Alastar slipped a bit too much of alcohol into his tea, yes? Or perhaps not enough…?
Dividing his attention between patting his outfit dry and the March Hare, Alastar half contemplated on discarding his wet clothes then and there. Instead, his hands began to work at undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt, not even the least bit ashamed of his openness. This was the Knave we’re talking about here—the man who skipped around in his place wearing close to nothing, if not, completely nude. This man had no shame. After all, what was there to be ashamed of? With a face and body like his, he felt that it was a sin if he did not display himself like an art piece. Alastar placed a napkin square on his chest, wiping the tea that seeped through his shirt off his flesh. After going through a few more napkins, Alastar began to button his shirt back up, though he did this oh so painstakingly slow, almost as if the man was reluctant to cover up once again. It was a shame this had to happen, that his outfit was ruined. Just what was the man to do now? Nothing. Alastar would do nothing; he was going to hold his head up high, even if he was even more repulsive than before. He would not let this stop him from having fun with his friends, even if he was soaking wet from head to toe. “That expression does not suit you, Radbod,” Alastar commented. “You needn’t concern yourself over something as trivial as this.” All in all, Alastar was faring well for someone whose efforts to show up in the most splendid state he could possibly be in was ruined. Twice.
[[OOC: SO...UM...YEAH! This here be how Alastar reacted, so...YEAH idk wtf my fingers were typing OTL That's how the Knave rolls, yo x3
@Luna: It's not a sucky post! D:< And Alastar wants to caress Chey's ears lolz =w= -insert raepface-
@Wingtip: Radbod's gonna kill Alastar, isn't he? ; _ ; HE JUST WANTS TO LOVE RADDY DEAR
WHY CAN'T HE JUST ACCEPT HIS love FRIENDSHIP?! lol]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:37 am
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  "Ah, that's right. He was Alice's 'pet' wasn't he? I have heard some rumblings amongst the flowers, but nothing of any great significance." Tziphora mused to herself as she watched absentmindedly at how Radbod placed two cubes of sugar and some cream into her tea. Her emerald orbs flicked from the teacup to the rather charming hare before her until he finished, hastily gluing her eyes to the unmixed concoction that she had him provide for her. Usually she would mix her own tea with her elongated nails, but since she were currently wearing her arm-length gloves, such a feat was definitely impossible for the moment. So while Radbod had left her side to go approach the small cluster of Wonderlandians, the insectuine beauty just sipped at the heated liquid, not minding the taste of it at all. Actually she had lost most of her sense of taste through all of those years of smoking so she could also handle any form of heat inside her mouth and she wouldn't even flinch. It sometimes discouraged her to not have a bold sense of taste, but it was not something she would cry over willingly, she would just have to set it off to the side and move on, as she did with most things that were dubbed useless to her. Another noble--this time of the white variety--soon approached the green-clad caterpillar, this time taking her by the hand and leading her away from the commotion that was now coming from the other end of the buffet table. Although she would not go off with a stranger she didn't know so easily, Tziphora had distinctly heard that the noble was willing to partake in some activites of the smoking variety with the raven-haired beauty. Craning her neck backwards, she was able to watch some glimpses of the scene unfold as she was led away. Although she did miss the initial spilling of the tea by Radbod, she was able to see the Knave's reaction to the tea and him undressing. As her lips parted for a moment, they made a quick popping sound before she shifted, looking back to the direction she was being led in. Well she didn't want to be rude to a white noble who had the promise of smokes and was willing to share them with the caterpillar. Tziphora's teacup was no longer in her hands, instead it was placed upon the buffet table where the insectuine beauty was once standing; still pluming hot since it was only half empty at this point. Instead, she had her right hand placed into the hand of the man that was escourting her, feeling only slight discomfort when he stroked the black gloves that concealed the tanned skin from his eyes. Once in a shaded area near the edge of the party, the noble of white decent eased her down upon a stone bench underneath a prominent white rose bush before taking his seat besides her. His hand quickly stretched above the two before taking a pristine rose in his hand and then tugged at the bush until the stem snapped off, allowing the rose to be held by the dashing gentleman. Well maybe he thought he was acting chivalrous for offering her a rose--the symbol of love--but Tziphora just watching him with her emerald orbs, her hand adjusting her grand dress so that it fell around her bare legs in a more feminine fashion rather than baring all without any disregard. Taking her gloved hand into his own once more, the noble then planted a sweet kiss upon the caterpillar's hand before placing the rose gingerly in her palm, curving her fingers back so she would be persuaded to take the rose as an object of his affection. Ah, another suitor. How droll. Tziphora thought to herself as she nonchalantly as she decided that the flower she were currently looking down upon was more appealing to her than the noble who was sitting to her right. The smile that seemed so prominent while she were conversing with Radbod had suddenly disappeared, revealing her bored features, which was coupled with a longing sigh. Why did men have to be so predictable? Another breeze took the caterpillar almost by suprise as a sudden chill ran up from the base of her spine to just under her skull. The golden claps that adorned her ebony locks clinked together as the wind moved them ever so gently. The breeze and shade did feel nice though, much better than standing in the sun, growing even more uncomfortable hot due to the extravagant dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Parting her plump lips, the buxom beauty then turned her head back to her suitor upon the realization that he was actually speaking to her and had been in the entirety that they have held each other's company. Thinking on her feet, Tziphora then raised her left hand, since the right one was preoccupied with the ivory rose, and rolled her wrist, fingers waggling in an odd fashion before she conjured up a pipe of her own design, seemingly out of thin air. "So where's this tobacco that you have so promised me?" She had asked her suitor with a bored expression as she spun the pipe between her elongated fingers, her nails making her fingers look longer underneath the black arm-length gloves she continued to wear. The white noble immediately grew flustered by her sudden boldness after a silence that last many moments, which in turn didn't impress the insectuine beauty in any case. Undoing a string upon the inside of his ivory coat, he held a small pouch that he quickly opened to reveal a white powder. This was nothing that she had ever seen before and it was definitely not the tobacco that she had become so used to. But with a few coaxing words by the gentleman, Tziphora decided that there would be no harm in trying this new form of tobacco, or whatever it was. The man had yet to speak of the powder's name even when she directly asked for what it was. But she watched as he sprinkled the powder in the bowl atop of the pipe, the end of the pipe now between her luscious lips as she now waited for the man to light her trial of the new drug. The thought of the man having malicious intentions did cross the caterpillar's mind at some point during the whole ordeal, but she shouldn't judge a relatively mediocre man so quickly without any decisive proof. [ Out.Of.Mushrooms: ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:48 am
(( Oh gawd I love him but Radbod is the straightest damn hare in the world xD )) 
Radbod's ear twitched.
He was not at all amused by the hug that the knave had offered him when he had seen him coming, but what happened next completely took every single one of this mad thoughts off guard. As the Knave poured out a rather long winded speech on how affectionately the Knave felt towards the March Hare, Radbod's cheeks grew hot out of frustration more than embarrassment, though either way he was right glad that a blush did not show up on his pitch black skin. After all, it could've given Alastar the wrong idea.
He'd love for me to drink him? What on Wonderland's name would inspire me to do such a thing? And could a man evenbedrunkby another? What sortofnonsenseisthis thatwouldcausehimtotalklikethat? Radbod's thoughts ran into each other quite abruptly as the fiery male basically offered himself to Radbod. To the mad hare, he honestly couldn't wrap his mad thoughts around just exactly what Alastar was saying to him. It would be clear to the others that the promiscuous Knave wanted to have sex with Radbod, or was at least alluding to it, but the poor mad hare had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
"You are absolutely without a doubt the second maddest person at this party," Radbod said curtly (lol Radbod's still on top). Even while Alastar was unbuttoning his clothing, the movements did nothing for the March Hare but confirm that Alastar did not look comfortable in red clothing.
Nevermind that the twins didn't like tea, but Alastar had basically commited a heresy in Radbod's eyes and he had actually been motivated enough to do something about it. Anyone who actually got the hare's attention for even a fragment of time was worth the time in some manner of speaking:
The White Queen supported his role in the party,
the Red King had earned his disgust,
the Caterpillar had earned his affectionate glances,
and Alastar his lust distrust.
He walked away then, leaving the presence of the others before passing a small mischevious smirk at Chey as well as a wink before his company was back again at the side of the Caterpillar but found only her teacup. "The sun seems to be leaving us another day," he said absently to the teacup, as if he hadn't just ruined the party for a certain red citizen, and finding the piece of porceline welcome company.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:06 am
You must be crazy if you love him XDD YAY!
Lol Alastar knows and he wants what he can't have dammit DX Jk x3
Alastar's thoughts---> Men...Women...What does it matter as long as they are beautiful? -insert sparkly eyes and raepface-
Oh dear...hide everyone who's pretty or else... DX
Alastar just wants March Hare to acknowledged him as a frienddddd but dammit, why is it so hard? ; _ ;
Alastar's just cray-cray XD He'll mess with everyone and compliment them until they turn red--in anger or not 8D
He likes complimenting people; tis in his nature! He also likes to receive them too 8DDD
Unfortunately for him, the latter rarely, if ever, happens... OTL
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 10:54 am
Amanda Temes (The New Alice) She just watched as Radbod seemed to derail Alestar. She honestly felt sorry for him, seeing how he was not the type to enjoy being hated. When he offered for Radbod to drink him, she thought for a moment as to what he meant. Well he wasn't a liquid, so he couldn't be drank, maybe it had to do with the fact that he was covered in tea. was expecting radbod to lick it off do something with his mouth or something? Although Alestar swung in pretty much every direction, she could almost tell by Radbod's face that he didn't. The mention of Chey's ears had brought Amanda's attention to her friend. She did have the same thought once, but decided against it, she wasn't too fond of the idea, even if she was a cat. Deciding that hiding really had no point she stepped out from behind Kris and inched closer to Chey. She had actually hoped Alexander would come to see her about the party soon. She'd much rather that conversation than having yet another one with Alestar. If he went that far with flirtations to Radbod, who knew how far he would try to flatter her or Chey.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:21 pm
He went that way! I mean, left. That left. No, not your left!
Not mine either, dear, stop looking. No, not up! Left!
Wait...That's right, isn't it? Oh, it doesn't matter either way!
Just go search every-which-way and everywhere and you're bound to find him somewhere,
for if he isn't anywhere in everywhere, he's nowhere!
And no one can be nowhere! • Ҫ Ӈ Ȝ ϒ •
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She was repulsed by the idea of the Knave's hands anywhere on her, for if she was afraid of being near a goofy, drunken Kris she undoubtedly wouldn't be caught near the black-haird male who's flirtatious, hands-on mannerisms were like that even sober. The young woman laughed at the mess, though quietly and masked behind her hand, and enjoyed the scene unfolding berfore her rather pleasantly. She upheld a high respect for both the Caterpillar and March Hare, especially for her ways about handling her sensuality and elegantry, and his off-kilter cleverness and tricks. As the ebony-skinned man made his leave she snickered a little and showed dear Radbod a silent applause. Standing again on her tip-toes, Chey searched the crowd for a tower of blue hair, only to see it dissappearing arm-in-arm with a suit of white out the door. She hmphed and turned ehr attention back to the crowd beside her, wanting the boys to be a good enough distraction to the knave with a fetishfascination for all things handsome, charming, beautiful, adorable and oddly scrumptious. When she noticed Amanda step out of hiding and sidle closer the girl spoke up to the blonde. "Waddya say we keep an eye out for the King of RED?" She asked, much emphasis on the color. Her thoughts were almost one and the same with the other female, she just didn't know where the King was nor did she have the urge to seek him out. Her tolerance fuse was a bit short when it came to flirting and being perverted, however, and the cat's cheeks were already stained nearly Alexander red just from hearing the display between Alastar and the Hare, and to say Chey looked anything like that hue of the color was saying something. She just hoped the boys were more of a source of entertainment than one of embarassment, though with A drunken Kris, a getting-there Klaus, and a third male that was extremely flambouyant she didn't know what to expect.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:24 pm
Kris & Klaus
Zwillinge
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Kris didn't know what it was that made him think that Amanda was a shy girl. The girl he saw know, laughingly playing along with his antics, certainly wasn't the same girl he'd tried talking to a few hours previously. Perhaps it was the drunken side of her that was currently acting, but Kris doubted it. He didn't think it possible to get drunk off of such a small amount of alcohol.
He feigned surprise. "Amanda, I'm surprised! I never knew ya could be so betraying. Leaving your dear friend in that horrid liquid's range! Ain't gonna get the upper hand on me, that's for sure." Quickly, he slipped back behind Amanda, gripping her shoulders gently.
Klaus rolled his eyes, not partaking in any of the extremely weird action around him. He calmly took a swig from his bottle and eyed Kris and Amanda. "You two look like you're playing an odd, backwards version of leap-frog."
"Hop, hop, ribbit. I'm a frog!" Kris giggled.
"More like a toad."
Kris shrugged. "Either way, I suppose I'll be kissed by a beauteous princess and be carried off into the moonlight!"
"Sunset. And usually, it's you who carries the beautiful woman."
"Ah, who bothers with the details? Somebody carries somebody, that's for sure." He turned to Amanda and Chey, but remembering what the cat-eared girl threatened earlier if he touched her, he directed his next words at Amana. "How's about it, eh, Amanda? Ever thought of carryin' a charming young man off into the moonlight?"
Klaus tuned in on the interesting exchange between the hare and the knave. Alastar was, as always, pressing himself onto the hare in an attempt to... what, was he flirting with the rabbit? Klaus wondered if the man was capable of differentiating the two genders.
Upon hearing Alastar's last comment to Radbod, Klaus visibly shuddered. Kris looked towards his brother questioningly, but he'd deduced already that it was just Alastar up to his old tricks. Klaus moved towards Kris, gripping his shoulder. "And that is where we take our leave."
Kris shrugged, a grin on his face. "I'ma guessin' we ain't waiting in line to get smothered by our dear Alastar?"
"As enticing as that might seem... no."
Kris threw a drunken salute towards the two girls, giving them a loopy smile. "So if you'll excuse us, dear ladies, me and this not-nearly-charming guy will go frolic among our redly and whitely-adorned guests!"
"This equally-as-charming guy and I. I swear, your grammar gets worse with every bottle."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:28 pm
 King Alexander Red
New Red King is Like a Boss
Alexander felt relieved when Lyno had calmed down.
The blasted sun that was making her feel nauseous had finally set completely, and the party was almost coming to an end. He stood up from the bench, fixed his suit and his hat, and reached out a hand for the White Queen. "Lyno, I think it is time for us to go back to the party now...we can't keep everyone waiting forever now can we?" then, as if to add a little bit of failed humor, "...what's a party without us? We're the very personifications of this party! The very subjects of topic! The very...uh...oh never mind." The king was losing his pompousness and rambunctiousness; maybe the white queen's attributes were being transferred to him?
He led Lyno by the hand: to the disgust of some and to the delight of others. There was sure to be talk about their relationship after the party among the many officials and royalties there. But who could blame them? They had nothing else better to do but talk about the different scandals, rumors, and stupidities of those higher than them. Yet, Alexander held Lyno's hand with pride, knowing that they could do nothing to him, and that being with Lyno is more of an honor than a shame.
From a distance, one could already know where his "special" guests were. Since they were the oddballs of the group, the rest of the guests kept distance— making a huge gaping hole with only Chey, Amanda, the twins, and Alastar in the center of it. Alexander thought it wise to keep Lyno far from Alastar since her beauty during the party was nothing but exquisite. Alexander didn't look bad either, but a bit of his selfishness was still intact, and he wanted Lyno all to himself.
He dropped Lyno off near the opposite side of the buffet table, and served her another cup of tea, "Lyno, you stay here for a while. I don't want Alastar anywhere near you. Even if he is my second-in-command. I will not allow him to see you because you are too beautiful!" he puffed his cheeks like a jealous cat. "Well, wait for me here." He hugged her before he left, to reassure her that he was going to return.
He walked over to the little party, and greeted them, "Hello there, glad to see you're all enjoying this little get-together." He smiled at Alastar and patted his shoulder, "glad you could make it, Alastar. I didn't want to rake in all the fame myself, you see." Alexander grinned. Even if he thought Alastar was dangerous around Lyno, he liked the guy in more ways than one. They used to have so many flamboyant adventures together...ah, the good ol' days.
He turned to Amanda and Chey, "Can I talk to you ladies for a while?" He walked nearer to them and whispered to Amanda, knowing that Chey's sensitive ears could pick it up easily, "Shall we start the game? I'll call you two up at the stage when you're ready."
((Somebody please explain to me why Alastar isn't in my bed? ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:30 pm
Just a little question, do you think I should make Alexander's dialogue bold? Or maybe the red becomes a little bit too blinding? ;o;
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:42 pm
-EcstaticParanoia- Just a little question, do you think I should make Alexander's dialogue bold? Or maybe the red becomes a little bit too blinding? ;o; I like it! C:
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:57 pm
⧼ ♕ Кiɾάℓɥℵő ♕ ⧽ Lyno nodded and was being whisked away onto a bench. Sitting daintily she found Alexander bringing a cup of tea to her. 'How sweet' she thought to herself as she sipped the tea slowly, pondering what she should accompany herself with. Suddenly she felt the need to...what was it? Converse...and...think of her accomplishments. She found it odd that she actually found time to think about herself in spite of her people. There seemed to be a strange aura in the air but Lyno ignored it, perhaps the evening was coming with a brisk wind. ⓞⓞⓒ▐ : Let's get on with the game then! emotion_dowant
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:01 pm
-EcstaticParanoia- ((Somebody please explain to me why Alastar isn't in my bed? ))  But seriously, idk XDD
You want him in your bed? Just take him XD and then chain him or else he'll run off, but then again he might like being chained too much so...
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