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((XD I would absolutely die! Hahahahahaha! That's great! Perfectly describes that face.))

She turned around, refusing to talk to him. He had upset her and she refused to listen to his lies anymore. The more he tried getting her to listen the more she didn't want to. Finally, getting annoyed with his nonstop flood of nonsense, she walks away and never speaks to the boy again.

Next: 3nodding

He was innocently sipping a glass of champagne. So unaware and unsuspecting of the fact that his existence would soon end. His eyes swept the room, filled with guests making small talk and catching up. His eyes lingered on the door as it unsealed. This, was a mistake.
What stepped through that door was no girl or woman. It was pure evil, mortal by body only. Thick, brown curls hung from a large gathering point where they all merged as one. The majority met from a high clip on the back of her head, but plenty remained to frame her face. The eyes, half the darkness of the curls, must have been obtained from a notorious incubus upon his defeat. They were frames with black lines, furthered with darkened eyelashes. More still, there was a light smear of red surrounding that, red that couldn't compare to the color of her lips.
No one could be that perfect, only a great sin in a mortal form, but he couldn't pull his eyes away. Her bare neck and ruffles of lace at its base held his gaze prisoner. At the front, the ruffles formed a V shape that ended where her chest and dress began. Gatherings of lace, similar in appearance, held her arms tightly, just below her shoulders, and attached to the sides of the gown. From there the delicate fabric hung loosely, allowing the lace to hold it up. The flowing of soft fabric seemed to be determined to hide a bust that was given attention solely from the loose waves and folds of cloth. Free and flowing, it stopped only to hug her waist tightly. Wrapped around her, holding her where his arms suddenly wished to be. Over her hips the fabric just fell off, free to do as it pleased until a matching lace trim halted the folds.
As those stolen eyes searched the room they found a resting place on him. Surely there were others watching and marveling. He could not be the only, nor could he be the best dressed, or anything extraordinary. So why him? The weak of the flock? The one most likely to be wasted?
"Hello."
Her voice, the simple word of greeting, jarred him from his thoughts. He looked from his shoes to where she had been. As his eyes traveled up to hers from the floor he blushed but stammered out a response.
"H-hi."
Her face, she was looking at him like he was crazy. Had he already messed up? What had he done to look stupid.
"My, aren't you talkative today?" she said, the right side of her mouth turning upward and forming a smirk.
"W-What?" he asked, still confused at what he had done wrong. This time he managed a response with a bit more confidence. He did know that he was confused.
She chuckled, one of her hands moved towards he mouth but stopped at her chest. "So bashful today..."
He was puzzled, she was talking like they had met before. Certainly he would recall having met the woman before him. How would he have forgotten? How could he?
"Oh my! You don't recognize me?" she asked. She smiled, her lips just barely parted. This pleased but surprised her.
"Yes-Yes I do!"
"Oh? Then what is my name?" She asked, trying to not burst out laughing.
He blushed and his gaze turned to the feet of a dancing couple. He had really backed himself into a corner. How many women did he know? Not that many...
Barely giving him a chance to respond she full-out grinned, "K-Ki" she started for him, enjoying this game.
It was a good thing she gave him a good, long moment to contemplate the hint. His eyes returned to her face, he brow furrowed, and his lips silently trying to find the word. He took too long, he couldn't believe it would be possible.
"Kim." She filled in for him. She tried to look hurt, but was enjoying this too much to look the part.
His bottom lip parted from his other, but he didn't notice his lack of jaw control. All he could think of were multiple images of cartoon characters with eyes that were stretched out a yard with a chin that hit the floor like an elevator to let the tongue roll out. It was unfathomable. Kim wasn't this, she couldn't be. Kim wore loose overalls with various stains and rips. Kim wasn't afraid to get dirty and was the first to say yes to a crazy idea. Kim wasn't a woman... she couldn't be.
It felt as if his whole world was collapsing within itself. How could one of the guys be... this? It just wasn't possible, it couldn't be.
The woman laughed and slapped his back. "What's wrong? Too much fancy water? Where is the real drink?"
He looked at her, amazed. The words of this woman were so coarse and blatant, as similar to her appearance as sandpaper and down feathers. She had a hand on his shoulder, and was bending down as one of her feet left the floor. Underneath the long dress were heavy work boots. She fingered it until she pulled out a flat container. The woman grinned at him and let go as her foot touched down.
"Now this is drink!" she said before pouring a large amount into her mouth. As the small neck parted from her painted lips the woman exhaled. "Cheapskates. What kind of party only has water?" she commented as she scanned the room.
Maybe the only real change from tonight would be that he'd respect Kim's capacity for evil deeds and deception. He looked at her and smiled, as good as she was, she still had the attitude of one of the boys and couldn't hide it at all.
"What?" she asked when she noticed him smiling.
"Oh, nothing really."

(Like that isn't every girl's dream.)
(I just realized, I think we might be describing the scene more than the reaction, oh well.)
Next: ninja The emotion, not the ninja part.

((WAIT! I can do it!))

It was lunchtime in the elementary school. That day's lunch included: Hamburger or Corndog, French fries, Popsicle, and Milk. One little boy loved french fries. Everytime everyone's attention was drawn away he quickly snatched one or two from someone'e plate and quickly stuffed them in his mouth. No one seemed to notice until the last time he stole some fries. He had grabbed the rest off of the child's plate beside him and quickly got up to put his tray away as he was still chewing on the fries. The last thing he heard as he snickered away was, "Hey! What happened to my fries?"

Next: dramallama

((PWNAGE!!! XD))

((Yaoi twist XD sorry im a bit sleep deprived today sweatdrop ))

((I know but the way you worded it, the first thing that came to my mind when she said "'I saw the way you looked at Jacob!'" was 'ooh yummy, yaoi ^^'))

((unfortunately my creative juice machine is currently temporarily out of order sweatdrop ))

(You are supposed to describe the emotion, as a better way to do so in the action part of an RP post. Just saying why that emotion might be used is not te purpose of this thread.)

((OBABY. Yes, yes I would like to. > biggrin ))

It was like a knife through the heart, this feeling. A jolt of electricity through every nerve. His mind raced, and his palms grew sweaty. He'd say his heart "was racing in his chest," but theh saying wasn't quite true in his situation. Rather, his heart was racing down his throat and into his stomach, where it proceeded to dissolve into pieces. Throat dry, all the liquids in his body having been diverted to his pores, the young man practically felt his throat closing over as words stuck at the back of his mouth. They were asking for a response, but the only audible sound that he could make was a pathetic, "Eep!"

Standing stiffly, his eyes were locked on the piece of paper in front of him and his hands firmly held at his sides. Cold drops of sweat formed on his forehead, and his brow furrowed in indecision. It was funny, his hands and head felt cold, but his back prickled with heat.

Shifting his weight, he clentched and unclentched his hands, the young man licked his lips and glanced up from the paper. Eyes anguished, the young man said in a pained voice that sounded foregin to even his own ears, "I can't."

---Self Analysis---
Yeah, I sat here for a freakin hour and a half rewriting this thing. This was harder than I thought it would be. >_> So depressing. I didn't really want to put "fear" or "nervous" in there anywhere, so I tried to focus on the body posture and expression, but I feel like I just kind of rabbit holed around everything.

Anyway, so the next challenge shall be "Regretful//remorseful" since I think my description started going that way towards the end...