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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:54 am
Mac tucked his hands into his pockets, watching Lizzy mill about. She really was a social butterfly, wasn't she? It was cute, and he was happy to see her so happy, especially with everything that had happened. Of course it meant she'd have less time for him on their anniversary, but that was fine; her friends were important to her, too.
When it was his turn to get fussed over he let her take his hands as she wanted, smiling as one went to her cheek. After a moment he moved, pulling both hands up with his to kiss her knuckles. "Of course, and a few before that, I hope?" He wanted to dance with his ghoulfriend, after all! Her hands remained trapped in his, holding them momentarily against his chest so he could lean over for a kiss.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:06 am
A blue eyebrow rose at the screaming, and then whispering, and then normal talking. He chose not to say anything, but more or less bit his lip and tried NOT to laugh too loud. Did not work all that well. "Why thank you, gorgeous." He said grabbing her hand lightly, twirling her around before pulling her a little closer. He guessed he did not look much like a ghoul after all, but he wasn't exactly trying to hide that fact. He was alllll male. "Call me Remi." leaning over he kissed the back of her hand, something that PROBABLY looked a little strange. Boil in a dress kissing a ghoul in a dress's hand? Nah, never not odd.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:06 am
 The smirk on Mengyao's face was obvious, considering that the mask only covered his eyes, and not the rest, the corners of his lips curling upwards in unabashed amusement. Lifen was laughing, her expression softening, and Mengyao instinctively stepped a little closer, uncertain as to why exactly he was. Perhaps it was the fact that they were crowded on all sides by various Amityville students, and he did not want to see Lifen, in her tiny state, get trampled.
Yes. That was it. We'll go with that. Mengyao glanced down at himself, eyes sweeping over the black dress pants and knee-length black jacket, idly twisting the cane in his hand. Without the layers and layers of his usual robes, he was thin and lanky, and it felt odd not to have the extra weight on his body. And Lifen, as well, with her short outfit that exposed much of her legs, the bones clearly visible through her translucent skin, looked much different, her clothes a vibrant golden orange, burnt umber and black.
"Yes, well," said Mengyao, and gave a soft, mildly exasperated snort. "I couldn't very well arrive in my normal clothing, I suppose. It was a little...ill-advised to wear when one is attending a dance. I could have worked around that, perhaps, but in this case I thought it best to...go with the flow."
A kind of catlike grin spread across his face, Mengyao tilting his head to look down at Lifen. "Are you asking me to dance?" he asked her, and then stepped forward again, leaning both hands on the cane and swaying close to Lifen, his expression entirely too amused. "You know that is an offer that I cannot say no to. You are my best friend, and leaving you alone this evening would be entirely unheard of when your own escort has disappeared."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:07 am
Needle bowed deeply in means of an apology, her pale face flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to offer her help, but it seemed that the ghoul was already on her way out. Her head turned to watch the ghoul walk away, the hint of a frown on her lips; dang, she had been doing so well! That was about when she noticed someone grumbling, and her impeccible hearing caught a few words; some of them really made sense to her. Sat on things they shouldn't? Curiousity made her look back at the boil she didn't notice in the fiasco, her hidden eyes taking in his vague form.
"I...beg your pardon?" Her head tilted slightly, and then straightened as if she remembered her manners as certain cues suddenly fit into place with her. "Ah! I am very sorry, was that ghoul your date?" It might also explain why she was pretty sure this boil was glaring at her. Or at least staring in disapproval. Staring, at least.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:07 am
"You will have the most dances with me tonight," Lizzy promised, giggling at the kisses on her knuckles, although it abruptly stopped when he leaned in; did he want a kiss? Her frown, and look of uncertainty were mostly covered by her mask, but she was clearly hesitant - not only because they were surrounded by students, but because of that incident that had happened recently... She didn't mind kissing him, but she had been avoiding his lips.
Looking around, she shuffled her feet on the spot, making sure that there wasn't anyone looking, before leaning in to meet his lips with her own; it was quick, over in a second- And as she leaned away, cheeks red, she leaned in to give him another quick kiss.
Might as well get used to this again, right?
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:11 am
Sexy Cocaine Sorry for the short tag hon, leaving for a week. Thanks for RPing. <3
And then she dropped like a rock.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:16 am
Twist the knife in her heart, thanks Mot. She didn’t want to see him look so glum…but at the same time, did she have the right to tell him to cheer up? Especially with that she was going to tell him tomorrow…but she couldn’t not try…at least for night anyways. The ghoul smiled up at him a bit, letting go of his hand to reach up and pat his cheek affectionately. “ Oi. Do not be Shun. Lighten up and have fun tonight, Mot. This is prom. It only happens once a year, and you have many ghouls to go sweep off their feet…” She pulled her mask back down then, lest she start making some really sour faces. “ Go get ‘em, cowboil.” Was there a fire? By the time Hel bothered to look, it seemed to be under control.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:18 am
The ghoul giggled as she was spun, her cheeks dusting a light blue getting pulled in closer to the boil. Such a strong Boil-dressed-as-a-ghoul! "Remi!" She parroted, grinning dumbly as he kissed her hand. Oh.. yes. She felt like a Princess now. "Eeheehee! Shall we? A boil must lead!" And Siobhan had already been leading dances tonight! She stared at him very expectantly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:24 am
Mot managed a smile as she pat his cheek, her words seeming enough to lift him up a bit. At least he'd gotten to see her, talk and dance. He watched her until she was out of sight, sighing a bit and turning away.
He pulled his mask back down, slowly moving through the crowd toward the sidelines.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:26 am
The whole fire fiasco had made Mei extremely nervous. She struggled to keep herself from fleeing towards the door. Subconsciously she grasped Eisheth's sleeve tightly until the fire was finally put out by an Igor who had seemed to come out of no where. Or was it she just hadn't noticed him at first? Fire always brought up bad memories. Eisheth's voice snapped her out of panic mode and she nodded. "Of course, I would be happy too." Her attention turned to the two boils once more. She nodded her head slightly to them both. "Good evening Alex, Yin Cang. You both look dashing tonight." The ghoul gave them both a winning smile before directing their attention to her date. "This is my date Eisheth. She's a Famine Horsemen. Eisheth this is Yin and Alex. Alex is a Zombie and Yin is a Weremantis."Mei fidgeted with her skirt as Eisheth in turn was introducing her to some of her own friends. Beautiful....that word boggled around in her mind. But Eisheth surely was just being nice. She flashed them all a big warm smile. "Its a pleasure to meet you all."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:28 am
"Yes," he replied without thinking. Wasn't he supposed to be keeping that under wraps? Oh, well. "Y'know, I haven't had a problem with you since the maul, but..."West cut off, his finger raised slightly as if he was scolding a scareling. He looked closer. This wasn't Lattice. "I, um..." He took a half step back. "D'you have... a sister? I wasn't... Sorry." His last word was a muttered pout. Who was the scareling now?
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:32 am
"So, what do you think of my dance m-" Before Lou could even start making things awkwardly hilarious, it seemed the ghoul had a more intimate date with the hard floor.
Did he help her? No. He just stuffed his hands in his pockets, intent on finding someone else to sexually harass.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:34 am
Malcolm hadn't dressed up for anything since the 'Pumpkin Festival' 20 years ago, and at the time, he had to force himself into something formal... Even if it got ruined by slime, and water at the end of the day.
Still, one does not simply walk into prom with Pyre.
He wasn't exactly sure when it became this way, but the only reason he even cared about what the phoenix thought was due to the fact that unlike when he was a young man of 18, and craving all sorts of conflict, he had mellowed out over the years... And would rather not have to defend himself against his colleague, or be set on fire. Unlike Arel, he couldn't be placed in buckets to be 'fixed', and burning was a process more painful than melting.
Which was why he put on a suit, and a pair of proper shoes, before buying a mask from the Maul which seemed appropriate enough for the occasion - and turned up in front of Pyre's office to pick her up. Of course, he had Vlad with him, the invisible dog donning a collar with a bowtie on it; minipets appease Pyre.
He then escorted her over to prom... Where they currently were. Yes... Well...
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:36 am
The tikbalang's eyes lingered on the strix and the blue-clad Engraver for a moment, perhaps one that may have been longer than appropriate or necessary, before turning his attention back to his own date. "Would y' like to dance, Lattice?" he asked, sounding hopeful at the prospect.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:39 am
"Good." That was what he wanted to hear. Mac thrilled when she returned his kisses, worried for a moment that she wouldn't. How could they pretend nothing happened if she wouldn't kiss him? The second kiss was returned, and once he was satisfied that she at least made some progress in the whole touching him thing, he let her hands go. "Alright, you. Go check on your friend." The Reaper made shooing motions with his hands, waiting for the ghoul to disappear before he scanned the crowd.
And spotted someone sleeping near the punch bowl. A familiar someone.
>D
Mac slid on over, casually filling a cup nearly to the brim with the juice, not even bothering to take a sip of it before he put it on the sleeping ghoul's head. It was a careful balancing act, one which would likely end very badly on her if she were to, perhaps, suddenly wake up.
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