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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:35 am
Amadeus strode in, trying to keep his head high, but still feeling like a right and proper fop, in all his russet-draped glory. Honestly, stockings. It was not natural. Added to that, this doublet-thing had enough pale gold and forest green embroidery thread on it to weave another whole shirt. At least he had not been forced to take out the hair-falls, which currently fell loose down the back of his head, tracing out a shape not dissimilar to an Egyptian king's head-dress. However, even they had suffered, having had the fresh ivy leaves from the silly little circlet he had been given with the costume pinned to them in a will-ye, nill-ye fashion. He really did not like balls in general, and he particularly didn't like ones where he had to dress up like some insane dandy. Well, at least his parents weren't here, to try to pair him off with every other young lady in the place.
In spite of this bubbling displeasure, his face managed to remain typically serene, as his eyes slithered across the faces of the gathering students, looking for someone he knew. Preferrably someone he could chat about gears and boilers to for most of the evening.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:46 pm
Nodding to Amadeus, the Headmistress resumed her post, the few scared first years shuffling in nervously in packs of four or five, standing by the walls, boys and girls segregated to the opposite ends of the room, while a brave few mingled about.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:17 pm
Larisha noticed a fellow walk into the room. Bored, she grabbed a scantily-clad girl- who was possibly a faerie of some sort- and sat her down.
"Listen," she started, "would go you over to that boy and make his life miserable? I think you know what I mean."
The girl nodded, grinned mischeviously, and rose from the chair. Larisha yawned as the stranger strode towards Amadeus- she walked like water, something Larisha thought of writing down once she got back to her dorm- and curtsied, lending her hand to him.
"Welcome..." the girl cooed. "Would you like to dance?"
Larisha rolled her eyes. The girl, who wore a simple pale green petticoat over layers of other frillery, was just like any other noble; snotty, careless, selfish, and overall didn't give a damn about anyone but themselves. Still, it was quite humorous to see them pitted against each other. They were like dolls, so clueless of how they were being used.
She almost felt bad for the poor boy, but remembered that ending the joke would cost her cruel pleasure to end. Larisha would probably never see him again; why should she care?
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:12 pm
Amadeus politely inclined his head to return the headmistress's greeting. Almost as soon as he had looked up again, he found himself nose-to-nose with an underdressed, snake-hipped young pixie.
"Welcome," she cooed coyly. "Would you like to dance?"
Amadeus was very tempted to be extremely rude at this point, and shoot back something like "Why not. Would you like me to expound upon the Stern-Gerlach experiment? I was reading a most riveting paper this morning..."
Instead, he forced a smile, and said, "that would be delightful." There would be plenty of time to educate her about the theories and findings of messrs Stern and Gerlach during the dance.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 2:14 pm
The lady giggled and whisked Amadeus to the middle of the room, leading them into a mass of kids waltzing their way around the floor. Her brunneous hair cascaded in small circlets about her shoulders, coupling her hazel eyes. Overall, this girl seemed like quite a fantasy amidst the settings of the room, yet it seemed she was lacking something...
Maybe a brain?
Ah, well. It would be rude to stop a dance in the middle of a song, and the girl seemed to be pretty intent on dancing with him. There was something about her, though, that didn't seem right... she didn't seem completely interested in him. Still, she had asked for a dance, so what was the harm in just one dance?
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 10:49 am
Quite overwhelmed by the flurry, no, the storm of dialogue directed her way Kat pulled the still sitting librarian to his feet, and let a wide smile overtake her face, even punctuated by a breif fit of giggles. Which left her lacking air, honestly a very bad thing as generally people need air to breathe. "I think you are right...sir.." she gasped between giggles "seriousness does in no way suit me." Finally taking control (or as much control and dignity that could be mustered between yelping hich-ups) of her laughing fit she answered to his inquiry to her well-being. "I am quite well sir, I must say I feel better for laughing, atlhough my ribs have seemed to suffer. And how may you be tonight, sir? Besides falling on your first dance."
It seemed that a flood of people had entered the dance floor, each in garb of unique texture and color. Even those wearing costume borrowed from the school looked marvelous. She noticed her roomate, who looked quite ravishing in her gown, bu had a look on her face which Kat knew ment she was up to something. Kat only hoped that the evil plan, or prank of the night would not be directed at her. "Being a Libraian, sir, I'm sure you know quite a bit about Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. What character are you intended to be?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:41 pm
The girl was even more silly and brainless than Amadeus had thought. He wondered whether she was even truly capable of human speech, or if she just squawked out pre-learned phrases like a parrot at certain cues. Pfah, he would be surprised if she even had enough skill at logic and reasoning to complete a toddler's puzzle. As they whirled across the dancefloor -- she with rather more grace than he -- he entertained the notion that her head may well be full of the same cobweby stuff as her over-shift. He kept talking, she kept giggling brainlessly, and he kept waiting for the dance to end.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:48 pm
"Well, I was doing quite lovely until I met that old grumpus at the doorway. Really, it's a dance based on a comedy, let us all have a good laugh! Really, if she wanted a tragedy tinged with romance, Romeo and Juliet would have been perfect. Like that boy, right there, dancing with that silly little twit? He'd be a spot on for Mercutio. He's brooding up a storm. And Grumpus at the door could be Nurse!" Beau seemed to find this extremely amusing as he let out a whoop of glee and covered his mouth with a hand in order to stifle all the giggles that were coming out.
He led the girl to a table, pulling out a chair for her to sit in like a proper gentleman. "Refreshments miss? I'm sure there's bound to be a table somewhere..."
And without waiting for an extensive reply, he bounced off across the dance floor, searching hither and thither for the obviously placed refreshments table up against the wall. What a ninny.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 6:58 pm
The girl continued to gaze into his eyes, throwing back locks of hair whenever she stopped giggling at his words. Throughout the whole dance she had been completely fixed on him, even though she didn't know a word he was saying. Her cheeks were almost fuschia with her fits of laughter, besides her constant smile. It still seemed like something was missing, though, and she started looking back amoung the crowd, as if trying to find something. As she song ended she looked around once more, still holding his hands, then locked her gaze onto something. Slowly, as if delaying, the girl turned towards Amadeus and grinned once again, pulling their hands down. "Thank you for dancing with me, I-"
A moment later some force yanked Amadeus's collar, forcing him to skid across the floor towards it. The thing bluntly stated, "What're you doing with my lady, huh?" It was obviously big, strong, and bigger than Amadeus. What was he to do?
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:15 pm
"Grumpus you say. Ah she would be a good match for the nurse. And dear handsome Mercutio dancing with a fool equal to he, oh the trickster. But alas the real Mercutio sits there in the corner, plotting against the regal (but quite clueless) Romeo. Queen mab hath been with she."
Kat settled in the chair, which really was quite uncomfortable. She supposed it was one of those mass-produced factory made chairs, but she didn't want to be rude and refuse. "Yes, Please, a refreshment of sorts would..." she trailed off as the librarian strode away, still chuckling. She wondered vaguely if the fall had harmed his cognative functions, or if he was like this all the time.
In the meantime, she watched the drama unfolding between the young "romeo" and the silly girl. Oh goodness. It certainly seemed there would be a fight, and Kat assumed it would not be with words. The thug threatening the young man seemed to have, for lack of dainty wording, an "thick skull." This could definately become interesting exceedingly fast, Kat mused to herself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 1:24 pm
To Amadeus's infinite relief, the dance ended. Of course there were still niceties to be gone through, but the worst was over.
She lingered, holding his hands for somewhat longer than was neccessary. "Thankyou for dancing with me," she trilled. Like a canary. Amadeus forced a smile. "I--"
She trailed off, and never finished what she had been going to say, as a moment later Amadeus was practically jerked off his feet by some burly brute grabbing the back of his collar. "What're you doing with my lady, huh?" the bulky youth growled, close to Amadeus's ear.
Amadeus took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. There was nothing he could do but charge in head-on, and hope he managed to slip past this meat-hammer. "I was dancing with her, as well you could see," he said with a careful calm he certainly did not feel. "That is all."
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 5:52 pm
The boy wasn't to repudiate his argument that easily. A strong fist turned Flynn around to see its face, one whose apricot hair was falling across their forehead with sweat. Veins on the boy's arms and neck were bulging, and his face was turning rosy with rage. A pug nose was the center of his round face, next to his narrow brown eyes and large ears. His scowl glared down at Flynn. "Don't get smart with me. I saw you prancin' around with my Isabella... don't make me get nasty with you, boy," he growled.
A shower of spit rained down on the calm boy's face. Isabella simply stood behind the monster of a man, arms crossed. She was looking towards the tables, nodded, then turned back towards the scene. Back at her table, Larisha was watching the whole act, grinning. Boy, was this going to spruce up the party...
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 3:54 pm
(( >_o I'm Flynn (and I'm female). He's Amadeus. XP ))
Amadeus was scared. His palms felt like cold, dead fish. He was sure he must have turned grey with it by now, but here they were, in the middle of a school ball, surrounded by students and teachers, and he was not going to lose his head. He just had to remain calm and civil-- his train of though was interrupted as the great ham-fist spun him about, pulling him up to a face that resembled nothing so much as a jug-eared hog. Where was he? Oh yes. He just had to remain calm and civil, this boor-- or was that boar? -- was in the wrong. It would all be okay.
"Don't get smart with me," the pig-boy grunted, ginger hair flopping across his big, pink face. "I saw you prancin' around with my Isabella... don't make me get nasty with you, boy." Involuntarily, Amadeus's right eyebrow twitched upward at the mocking hypocorism 'boy'. He had a feeling that he was probably older than bacon-brains here... not that he was going to argue the point.
He ignored the spit which had showered upon him, flecking his cheeks with frothy white. Taking another slow, deep breath he began, his words coming thick and fast, but in a carefully palliative tone, "Indeed, you did see me dancing with your lovely young lady, I have no intention of denying this, but this was merely in the order of social niceties, as one commonly observes at such a meet as this. I apologise most sincerely if I have caused you any offence: to offend was certainly not my intention. Nor was it so to turn your young lady's head -- not that you can believe that possible, surely: look at me, and look at yourself. The choice is an easy one, you must agree." (He swallowed. Would he get away with that?) "Once again, I offer my sincerest apologies if I have caused you any offence or harm, and would suggest that we bid each other good evening."
He desperately wanted to look around, to see if any of their instructors were coming to his haid, to scan the room for any possible allies, but he was careful to keep his gaze upon those little piggy brown eyes. He wasn't sure if he would be able to look away anyway.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:00 pm
Of all the people to come to Amadeus' aid, Beau was quite possibly the one you would want the least in your corner after giving everyone else there the once over. He had been on the way to the refreshments table, and had somehow found himself distracted by some decorations which had been extra sparkly. And well, sparkly objects, Beau Baudelaire...they go hand in hand you see. So it was that he found himself encroaching on their little suaree. With a sharp intake of his breath, he flipped his hands at the brutish lad, literally flipping him off one could say. The flapping continued until he had brushed the larger lad off the smaller one, whom he took by the arm with gusto. "I've been looking all over for you!" he said rather loudly as he steered him away and off to the side, bringing him to the table where he had recently deposited the girl.
He deposited him there too. Why not? He'd just collect them all or something. Winking, he shrugged his shoulders, "To be honest, I wasn't looking for you at all, but maybe you were looking for me. Well, not me in particular, but someone? Yes?" Another shrug, followed by an inquisitive headtilt.
"Oh yes...refreshments..." he mused, and then, upon that word, he floated off once more into the crowd.
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