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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:11 am
"Perhaps I can help." A distinct ghoul sat on the sidelines, not yet entering the fray. her long black hair, instead of in pigails, was curled loosely down her back, with a red gown.
She didn't have a mask yet either. Yet.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:11 am
Yin would possibly profit by the addition of a watch, but it certainly would not make things easier for Alexander if he had one. He paced for a bit before settling back. Then he paced a bit longer. Then he settled back. Waiting was agonizing, and he kept reaching up to tug at his neck and shirt collar, staring enviously at any boil not in a suit, or even a suit coat. When Alexander arrived it was somewhat easy to spot him. Yin picked out the tall boil easily enough, especially with the tall hat added a decent amount of height to him. Mask or no he would have known the zomboil simply by his size (and overall build, but with the hat it was a breeze. Feeling awkward he approached, coming in from a slight angle to meet his...date? "Alexander?" he questioned, before he had time to think about getting stood up.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 2:35 am
Well this was unexpected. Shun was introducing her to someone new. With a smile she greeted Amphi. " It's very nice to meet you. And you Thanatos!" So many new people! Already Mitsu had spoken with more people than she had before. " A drink sounds nice." Mitsu agreed. --- Snaggletooth? Titus grinned. He liked him already. " I'm sure it will see its use before the night is over." Quote: Sorry for the lame reply I'm probably going to be slow for a few days
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 3:39 am
It had been a trialling time for Astra, and at first she hadn't planned to go to the masquerade prom. Everything still felt raw, the pain, the guilt, the shame...She was trying her utmost to cope and put on a brave face, though there were still days she did not do so well... However, everything changed, as Yuki had approached her one night, and had asked to take her to prom. After a few moments of being shocked, red faced, and unable to say anything, she managed to nod her head. How could she say no? She had hardly talked to Yuki, not since that night he and Mandy had barged into her room after...after... No, best not to think about that. Best to focus on the night, having a good time, and trying to keep her face to a normal hue. Cautiously she approached the auditorium, walking inside to be momentary stunned by the sheer brilliance of the area. Everything was so bright, colorful, and the lights, everything was sparkling! Taking a moment to adjust the silver mask over her face, one that almost matched Yuki's saved for the feathers he had (although she was slightly jealous of the pretty feathers he had...), she turned to the ghost boil and offered a small smile.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 6:31 am
Petro had gotten his tuxedo and formal bahag out of storage for Prom and went to the Maul to get it cleaned and pressed. He also brought out his formal, ornately carved bracers and guards, and spent several hours to ensure they were polished meticulously. His mask was... simple, no feathers, no sequins, no beads, no frills. Just a plain, white mask that covered his eyes. Truth be told, it was rather obvious who the tall boil with spiked hair was. Then again, Petro didn't think he really needed to hide his identity.
He'd gone to fetch Lattice at the Ghost Dorms, presenting her a bouquet of red and white roses (because he remembered his two dates from the previous year liked the flowers)."Got these special for y'. Florist said these'r really white roses dyed with blood." And Tro could tell by the iron-like smell coming from the flowers. The horse boil then offered his arm, assuring Lattice that his arm-guards were not entirely ceremonial despite being ornately carved. "Y' don't gotta worry 'bout y'r spikes stabbing my arms," he assured her with a smile.
Lattice might have heard the rustling of paper coming from Tro's other arm, and the horse boil would not hide the fact that he'd also gotten Needle a bouquet of her own. "Gonna give 'em to Muka to give to Needle," he explained. Arriving at the Prom, the tikbalang kept an eye out for Lattice's sister and Ulmuka. And they proved not too difficult to spot.
"They're over here," he led while also scanning to see if a certain dragon boil had already arrived.Maritess wasn't nervous. Okay maybe she was just a smidge. She had begged and pleaded her lower half to behave so they could both attend what was a fairly important social event. Legs gave what was the lower half's equivalent of a shrug, tapping out that there was nothing (and no one) else she could do that night that she might as well go along with it.
Much to the manananggal's relief. And so she donned her dress and merged with Legs (who slipped into a special little number of her own underneath the skirt). It was strange at first, sharing the same sentiments, though not completely. At least it wasn't a conflicting desire this time, Tess thought as she headed down to the Undead Dorm's lobby to wait for her date.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 6:36 am
99% of the time and 364 days out of the year, it was pretty damn good to be Lou. Tonight? Already surpassing his expectations.
He was getting what he wanted, after all.
The daggers a certain mermaid glared didn't go unnoticed, but they were only greeted with an unnerving smile. "Fish ghoul. Dread head." He nodded. It was his way of saying 'Hello! I remember you.'
Vaith's new comments were quickly disregarded when Xiu stepped fourth and demanded he apologize. More than that though... She offered a proposition. It was like a queen offering herself to the enemy all to save her little pawns. A most satisfying and delicious offer for a night of cease fire. The vampire's grin only grew wider as friendzone 1 shouted and begged for her not to do it.
"I'll tell you what." His hands rested in his pants pockets, the cloak draping over them. He looked like some kind of looming figure. "I'll bite." what a bad choice of words. "I like deals with the devil, so how about this: I'll neglect to give all your little friends the Lou treatment and apologize to friendzone guy over here if you be nice to me AND dance with me. Slow dance. Only once. Also, I don't haggle. This is your final offer before I go shout some obscenities at some couple you loosely know making out somewhere." He was sure he could find ONE. It was a prom after all.
Shamelessly the boil extended his hand to shake, pupils shrinking to the size of pin needles.
To the side, he whispered to Titus. "I'm pretty good at this, no?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 6:39 am
"I actually have no idea if he did or not. Whenever I ask him about what he did before he, quote, 'Found me babbling madness without any civility to me' when I first um..." she crinkled her nose and then pretty much gestured to all of herself at this point, unsure of how to describe her existence, "he gets all quiet and vague and becomes a big fan of scrapbooking...."
Shehk was likely giving Jericho a rather interesting mental image of the vampire who threw Pricolicis out to get eaten by feral beasts, collected pineapple kitchenware, and liked scrapbooking.
"I doubt he'd be faculty here, though. Cricket already has the one skill I actually know he has covered. I dunno if he's as good at FEARhealing as she is, but..." she scratched part of her scalp, recalling how..brutal..she'd been to it. "He's not too shabby. Good enough to patch me up between the switch off of him and Marianne trying to kill me on a daily basis to make me grow up." Had it worked? She had no idea, actually. She liked to think she had, but from where she stood she couldn't really tell. The hindsight was biased.
She couldn't help but investigate the cloak that Jericho was wearing more, seeming thoughtful for a moment. "Alright, so how are you making your wings not bunch up all over the place underneath there? I mean..." there wasn't a lot of fussing of the material in the back, so she had to know!
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:10 am
At Lou's greeting, he merely flashed him a grin; he is a dread head, and Amphi is sort of a fish ghoul.
"A deal to play nice for one night?" At least, that was what it sounded like to him, as he stroke his chin, eyeing the vampire; honestly, it would be better if the deal was not made... Having someone yell obscenities at a couple during prom sounded like great entertainment, especially since she was sure that there would be one of those couples who wouldn't mind a fight.
"Xiu, if you don't mind me cutting in, I believe that if someone is harassing anyone, or making someone uncomfortable, you could always get the Student Council to place them on the blacklist for tonight," He suggested, tucking his arms behind his back as he chuckled, "You should consider how your boil friend here will feel, and I'm sure you're going to cause my date distress as well." The way he grinned, and the way he was standing, pretty much said 'But hey, it's only a suggestion.'
"Besides, I'm very sure that Lou has enough charm to get most ghouls to dance with him," His grin widened, "Without resorting to a deal... Unless you had already rejected him." Ah, poor Lou. Poor, poor, rejected Lou.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:20 am
Sheridan was not nervous, not at all, really, -really- really. His tail twitched as walked, talons clicking on the ground as long strides carried him across campus on his way to meet Tess. He was dressed elegantly despite the lack of a shirt or jacket (he had long since given up on fitting either over or around his wings), wearing black dress pants with a dark blue silk sash and a matching tie. A pause in his steps, his gaze falling fully on the ghoul that was his date. She was beautiful, as she always was, and a smile crossed his face as he watched her taking note that she had (for now) wrangled her lower half into behaving for the night. "Hey." He quickly closed the distance between them, raising to the bouquet of flowers he had been holding and offering them too her. The flowers were blue, mixed with purple and white, a mixture of roses, daisies, and a single large iris. "You look beautiful." There was a hint of an uncertain twitch in his tail. She may have noticed he held something else in his hand, though perhaps he may have been a bit more nervous about it than he was about the flowers.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:28 am
As Herryk stepped back into the booth after a brief respite, he attentively scanned the crowd for one familiar face in particular. When Freya was not spotted, Herryk looked a little crestfallen as he turned back to the controls to the skree-jay booth.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:31 am
She had taken a lot of pains to get a dress that she felt was suitable for the event and even worthy of being Petro's ... date. Thing. Whatever she was. She was trying not to focus on it too hard at the moment. When presented with the bouquet of roses she gratefully accepted them with a small smile, "Thank you, Petro," she murmured quietly and then, before they left, proceeded to put them in a suitable vase with water since she did not want to have them wilting all around the prom event. As if struck by inspiration Lattice took one of the roses shortened the stem and then she approached Petro where she proceeded to pin it to his tuxedo lapel after she had found it with quick touch of her fingertips.
After she felt satisfied with this she took his arm, "That is good news." Not that she minded inflicting pain or hurting it was just a consideration for others that she tried not to inflict pain on them.
Not that she had minded that Petro had gotten her Sister some flowers as well. After all it was a lovely gesture. As she heard the rustling and her own eyes scanned over the bodies but it didn't take long for her to capture sight of her Twin's markings, "...Yes I see them."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:32 am
Lark buried her face against Kettil's arm, a strange, awkward silence settling over her as she prepared herself for the prospect of mingling. She hadn't been around the school for quite some time after having familial issues to deal with back at home; while mingling did not sound all too terrible, it didn't sound real fun, either. "If y'want, I guess," the blonde mumbled against her boilfriend's arm, sounding none too pleased. "Or we could get a drink, yeah? First?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:43 am
He tilted his head about when he had caught a wave from Levi he offered one back and then even waved at West though his attention was easily brought back toward Lark. He knew his ghoulfriend wasn't as ready to mingle as he was and this was something he was fine with, he leaned and kissed the top of her head, "That is just fine, Newák'a," he murmured to her quietly. He wasn't going to leave her side nor was he going to force her to jump right in and talk to everyone either.
"Hey, maybe we can do the photobooth after the drinks, hm?" He said as if to help ease her a little more. nekoluch JUST ACKNOWLEDGING YOUR EARLIER POST. ILU <3
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:48 am
It was awkward, feeling so shy when she shouldn't. She was in a pretty dress that Kettil had chosen for her, and the light in his eyes when he watched her made her honestly feel like everything was going to be just fine. Lark couldn't even begin to explain how his gentle voice soothed her worries - it just did, and it was one of the reasons she enjoyed being around him. "That sounds fun," she murmured softly, tugging him down a few inches so that she could press a kiss against his cheek - just below the curve of the mask he wore. "N'then maybe we can mingle?" She desperately wanted to make him happy with their first prom together, so even if Lark was feeling uncomfortable, well... she would tamp it down just for Kettil.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:50 am
 Tess hadn't been pacing in the dorms. She'd been fidgeting with her dress and her hair and her arms in general but not pacing. She didn't want to give Legs any additional reason to want to sever and go on her own way, not after all that trouble Tess had gone through.
"Oh, Sheridan," Tess smiled, waving shyly at the boil as he approached. "They're lovely," she breathed (as she was capable when whole), accepting the bouquet of flowers, bringing them close to take in their scent. Half of her had been hoping for flowers, the other had been expecting, and neither half was disappointed.
The the apples of her pale cheeks took on a faint blush (as she was capable, too, when whole) at the compliment, "Th-thank you," the stammer hadn't been intentional, it simply slipped. Sheridan was her boilfriend, and this wouldn't be her first prom so she shouldn't be this nervous. She shouldn't be feeling as if scareflies had taken residence in her (now internal) stomach. She certainly didn't feel like this with Mac. "You look quite dashing yourself," she returned the compliment, even going so far as to place her hand against his bare chest, leaning up on tiptoes in an attempt to give the tall boil a light peck. She may have made a bit of a hop to accomplish that.
A hand came skittering up to them and crawled her way up Tess' dress to take the bouquet from her. "Lady Fingers, please place these in a vase for me," she instructed of the appendage before turning to face her date. "Shall we?" she asked, "Or do you have something more planned?" She had indeed noticed he was holding something else, it wasn't too hard to spot given her line of sight and the vast difference in their height.
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