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 Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 1:41 am
 Not Masked Intruder #2 The unmasked man blushed slightly at her remark. He certainly wouldn't mind, but he wouldn't dare admit that. He simply followed after her casually, not bothering to hide because, really, it was more suspicious to act like you didn't belong.
He nodded and let her do the honors as he watched the students flail about like the creep that he was. It was so tempting to scare one of them before leaving, but he didn't want to cause a scene. Though it seemed like Zhori was the master of conspicuousness when she started making all sorts of signals that he, quite frankly, didn't understand in the slightest. It was a made a little more clear that something had went wrong when she started making her way to the window.
With a sigh, he walked over and took her hand, pulling her toward the door instead. He did not want to climb through the window a second time.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 1:43 am
Penelope  Penelope was already heading towards the table when something (or more, someone {but really, it was fairly simple to deduce that it was Trisha}) grabbed her hand. She stiffened. Oh no. Ohhh no. She wanted to dance? To a slow song? That was... That was... Well, different. Not really what she had been expecting... At all... and also, back to being fairly sort of horrified about having to dance at all. "Well I don't- I mean I'm not- That is we should- I mean it's just that- I-I may be-" She blubbered rather incoherently. As flustered as she was, she knew that there was absolutely no way in hell that she was going to be able to come up with any sort of decent excuse to get out of this. Besides, it wasn't as if she didn't want to dance with Trisha... It just was... well, she had never been very good at being able to tell what other people thought. Not that that really was important in this case- IT WAS JUST A DANCE... A slow dance... with another girl? Well, it was christmas after all. Or close enough. Still, there was the small matter of her being an absolutely horrible dancer to deal with. Or rather, she wouldn't necessarily be the one dealing with it. It would be all of the poor people around her that she ended up running into with her ridiculous Deadmau5 helmet. She just really hoped she didn't end up stepping on anyone's toes. "... I can't dance." She squeaked, giving Trisha a panicked look, which of course was completely obscured.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 1:57 am
MACPHEE THE MAGNIFICIENT
Mac smirked. "Well, then you obviously see something in me that I don't, because frankly, I think I'm going to end up making a right mess of things. I mean, giving a carnie control of the money, whatever the money happens to be... might not actually be that much now that I think about it... Anyways, just doesn't seem like good idea. Not even to me, and I AM the carnie." He grinned. "And you know, that's a funny coincidence, because I don't hate you either. I mean sure, you're a scary crazy lady who pummeled me with pillows, but other than that you seem nice enough. And you're definitely more interesting than some of the students around here. So yeah... Definitely nice to know you don't "detest" me. Most girls I spray with invisible ink usually tend to... That kind of sounded weird. Could have probably worded that better. But I don't know if I would say that I show off at every turn." He procured a blue flower from what appeared to be thin air, and offered it to her. "Just when it's fun, or worth it, or I'm trying to make a point... so... never mind I guess it is all of the time isn't it? Sorry." He looked around real quick, and started moving, or swaying or whatever at Angela's suggestion. "It's real by the way, the flower I mean, definitely not making the same mistake twice. Found it outside earlier and picked it for just such an occasion... To make a point I mean."
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 1:59 am
Masked Intruder #1 
And with that, the masked intruder and her sidekick, the mysterious man, calmly walked out the door, never to be seen again. It was sort of depressing and somewhat less fun because Simon was being a complete and utter killjoy so as soon as they got back home, Zhori was absolutely certain to make him suffer for it by merciless flirt-teasing for the rest of the night.
THE END
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 2:03 am
RYUSUKE "RUI" TSUKAMOTO "I believe everything happens for a reason.
People change so you can learn how to let go.
Things go wrong, so that you can appreciate them when they're right." __________________________________  Rui's eyes twitch, he's.. going to dance with... Now that Yuki embraced him with her soft arms.. But.. the problem is.. he might.. "Yuki....." Is she trying to be clingy??... Argh! Rui sighed, taking Yuki's hands away from him, and gently guide her hand on top of his shoulder while the other one being held by his.. "Just.. let's just do it my way.. alright?" He sighed, this can't be helped though.. He'll just lead the way, somehow, Rui knows how to dance its being part of the requirement.. But he hates to dance that's it.. case close.. "Just follow my lead.."He starts to move Yuki away from him and let her twirl before he caught her at the other side... While the song goes even slower.. He saw Marc dancing nearby with Churuine.. His one brow rose, he thought he would... Oh well.. It's a party.. Soon enough, something had just tipped against his shoes and as he paused, Rui's eyes widened upon seeing a large.. syringe laying down there.. This made him think of the previous scenes back to the hospital which suffering after bitten by a stray cat.. Soon, he starts to tremble, releasing Yuki.. He just hate seeing it.. Not that this big.. "S-s**t!"Out of no where, his foot moved and send the syringe flying across the room.. Towards the ceiling and smash one of the windows! Oh God! get that thing away from him! __________________________________ "You believe lies, so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself,
and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.."
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 2:07 am
Trish McAllen We can give the world its shape
feel the currents toss and shift...
"It'll be fine!" Trisha said, reassuringly. "It'll be totally fine. Look, those two over there aren't even dancing. They're just sort of swaying in time to the music. No one expects fabulous dancing skills at a high school dance. really. No one is even going to notice I mean, I'm not really an expert dancer either I just sort of know the basics--you know, move your feet in time to the beat?"
She led the other girl to a quiet corner of the dance floor. "By the way, I know I can be sort of persistent and rambly and all that, but you know that you can tell me no sometimes. It's just that sometimes you seem like you want to do things but are afraid to and I think that's kind of sad. Because you know, when I was growing up, there were a lot of things I wanted to do, but I couldn't because my health was sort of bad so I think that since you have the ability to do anything you want, you shouldn't hold yourself back just because you're afraid you might mess up or afraid of what someone might think because that's just no way to live life. You're a beautiful, intelligent, sweet girl so you shouldn't let insecurities hold you back."
"I mean, maybe it's presumptuous of me to say that but sometimes I think it's good to be a little presumptuous because you never know when someone might need to hear something and maybe you're the only one willing to say it. I mean, not you personally, but in a general sense..."...Trust in me, the steps you take
trust in the mistakes you make.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 2:09 am
ℛeiner ℋolt Reiner was completely focused on nothing but saving the choking guy's life, until he eventually spat it out and was able to breathe again. He let out a long sigh of relief as he let go of him, finally glancing around and noticing that someone else finally decided to help by holding out a bottle of water for him. He gave him a grateful smile for a brief moment before remembering that his face was half-covered.
He took a step to the side, and looked over the... pokemon guy? He seemed alright, but he wasn't sure. The only way he could know would be to ask. But the last time couple of times he tried to speak to people, he ended up giving them the wrong impression. In this kind of life or death situation, he couldn't risk any misunderstandings. He would just have to suck it up and say more than a word for a change.
"Are you... okay now?" He coughed out through clenched teeth, wincing at how sore his voice sounded from a lack of use. But it was audible, and that was what mattered. ❝...❞
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 2:12 am
Marcarius Loewe The daylight and the angels and the wreaths are his
whatever crime he may or may not have done...
"Hmm, I suppose it was something of the same thing for me," Marc said. "Though my father doesn't take no for an answer so my personal wishes didn't really come into play. And, well, it was for my safety as well, I suppose. There is quite a lot going on with my family." He shrugged slightly, stepping back, then doing a wide, sweeping turn with her. Not surprisingly, she was a great dancer as well.
"I can't say I'm much impressed with the school or its staff" he muttered, looking around. He made a disgusted face as his gaze fell on the group by the table. "Or the student body."
"Present company excluded, of course." Sort of. "But I don't have much choice but to suck it up and manage." He gave her a smug smile. "At least they throw good parties."...bag them like bodies and flick switches one by one
to a bedside lamp, then step out into the cold.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 2:22 am
Angela Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die
the right road to Faerie is the blink of an eye...
"Well, it's not as if the rest of us don't make mistakes," Angela said. "Besides, you can always rely on us for help. It's not as if we're going to turn the budget over to a newbie like you. We have got some sense--not much. But some. We'll show you the ropes before turning you loose to wreak your havoc, so stop fussing about it so much. You'll be fine"
She laughed slightly as he started to sway. "So, I'm not the only one to get the old ink to the face bit, am I? Is this how you usually say hello to people or is it just some odd strange magician rituals of which I should be aware?"
She rolled her eyes and took the blue flower gingerly, really not wanting to get more ink to the face. "Right. I rather think I learned my lesson the first time..." this one did look real but there was no way in hell she was ever trusting another flower from him again. Instead, she set it on the brim of his hat. "But since I don't have a place to keep it at the moment, I'll let you hold it. At least until the dance is over."
Then she'd just give it to Rui--eh, no. He looked like he was having some issues. She'd find another victim to give it to....where charming old stories, in blood are expressed
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 2:28 am
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
Oh...he spit the cake up. Into the punch. That was a waste of, not only delicious cake, but delicious punch as well. What a pity. Not that cake in the punch would keep Peter from drinking it. He'd had worse--roasted rats. You couldn't get much worse than roasted rats. Well, actually, you could. He'd gone through dumpsters for food so...yes. But he supposed that in polite society, you didn't drink punch with someone's regurgitated cake in it. Wasting food really irritated him though.
Then again, punch wasn't a food. Perhaps that made it okay.
"Ah...here. Water..." Peter handed the bottle to Chris, frowning. "Water's good for when you've finished choking and no dying, right?" he wasn't sure. And, in fact, now that no one was in immediate danger of dying, his ability to even care was waning somewhat. "Good on you for not dying!" he added "Would have been a real blow to the festive atmosphere.
He looked over at the...boy...who had saved the other boy. He was wearing a scarf that looked out place with his..'costume' and spoke very quietly. Peter just looked at him for a long moment before he said, "Nice dress."All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 5:41 am
JERICHO STEPHEN "EROS" STUART "Age doesn't matter!.. Height does!" __________________________________  Eros paused and stared at the girl.. Oh she's alright? He released her and glance over to the glass he's holding..
"I was about to give this to you.." Offering her the glass of punch.. He heard someone coughed out, and glance at the scene from before, it seems the red guy had been saved..
"Seems you're okay now.. C'mon.. on to your feet, lady.."He stood and offered his hand to her, people in here are being possessed that's for sure..__________________________________
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 7:00 am
CHURUINE MEGUMI "I feel oh so glamorous, looking super fabulous
And sometimes I'm insecure, something I can't ignore
All the flashing cameras, try my best to handle it
I'm just a girl next door, I can hear the rumors take off"  ❥ Churuine moved along, she couldn't help but to stare at Marc vividly, did she heard it right?
"You were.. too?" They were both.. the same.. Or it just a mere coincidence? A make up story just to get near to her?.. Looking at Marc, he wasn't that kind of guy who would just render white lies story.. Thinking that underneath those decent clothes, there's someone she's interested to get to know more..
"Let me guess.. You're the only child? Well.. parents were a bit protective when it comes to their one and only offspring.. Uhm.. I don't know.. It just so happened I'm the only daughter in the family.. I don't have any siblings.." Churuine, held unto Marc.. Sheez! there were lots of commotion but she preferred to just ignore them for a while..
"Anyways.. I won't be asking further regarding your personal life, Marc.. It's yours to tell.. But It's been quite a pleasure sharing this with you.."
Smiling.. Though it wasn't that much.. It felt like there's someone out there who understands her more than anyone does..".. I really appreciate it... And yes.. They're good in throwing out parties.."
She gave out a soft giggle while she gently fixed his hat, seems the twirling and stuff had just misplaced the said item from his head.. "I move in mysterious ways that got them curious
They're looking at what I'm wearing
Standing on the sidelines staring
Taking every chance they get to find who I'm going with
And I just wish they'd see what I'm like in real life" StrawberryZ0mbie Aww.. she's being comfortable with him now xDD
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 7:18 am
CHRISTOPHER "CHRIS" KREUSS "I feel like I'm waiting for something....
That isn't going to happen" __________________________________  Chris coughed for the very last time just to clear his throat. He reached for the bottled water and immediately twist the cap before drinking the entire content of it.. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, looking at the two persons who bravely helped him. Though it's not in his principle about seeking for help. Well, he didn't ask for it literally. "Y-Yes.. Thank you.." Looking at the green person.. "I owe both of you my life.. I'm Chris.." Placing the empty bottle back at the table.. He gave them a brief nod.. "And someo-----!!"His focus was been cut off after hearing a load smash from a nearby window.. Not to mention the glass broke into many pieces.. He manage to turn his head and saw the president taking deep breaths.. He must be the one who did this.. "I guess.. That's included in the main program, I believe.."__________________________________ "If you'd shut up..
That will probably help my brain do its work."
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 12:03 pm
Penelope It felt like there was steam pouring out of her helmet. Penelope was currently an overly healthy shade of red, what with all of Trisha's kind words and all. "Well... Thanks." She said, feeling the knot of tension in her chest begin to subside. Oh good, it seemed like she was about to start letting herself be comfortable around someone. What a concept. "I-I mean... thanks. It's always nice to hear stuff like that. I-It's not like I don't want to dance... with you, it's just that well, I thought it might be sort of weird. I mean, I'm okay with it i-if you are." She looked around at the other dancers, then hesitantly approached Trisha, attempting to mimic the sort of holds the others in the room were using with their partners. She could imagine how ridiculous she looked, a girl in a slightly too-short skirt wearing a Deadmau5 helmet trying to slow dance. "And um... I don't think you... ramble per se. Well... maybe you do, but It's never bothered me. I mean!... I think you... talk, just the right amount." Because then she didn't have to. "A-and, if you weren't persistent, then I probably wouldn't ever go out and do anything, so... So I um, appreciate the persistence too." She smiled. "Even if it sort of terrifies me sometime... N-not the persistence, but the um... doing things." She attempted to look down at her feet (failed) and began to start doing... something. Moving them at least to the rhythm. She wasn't sure how it looked, probably ridiculous, but she was going to do her darndest, that was for sure. "So... like this then?-" A sudden crash caused her to jump violently. The hell was that? She looked over towards the source fo the noise to find a bunch of people gathered around (or more accurately, sort of piled around) the refreshments table, and a nearby broken window... What exactly had happened there?
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 12:24 pm
MACPHEE THE MAGNIFICIENT
Mac shrugged. "Well... actually you are. I haven't ever really tried giving someone a flower before. I'm telling you though: It's real. I made sure of it. Double and triple checked, though I can see why you might be hesitant." He laughed. "If you want a magician ritual, that would probably be just showing how good of a magician you are when you first meet someone, which I've already attempted to do, and which you've been quite unimpressed with apparently. So yeah, the ritual is done, but be on your guard if you ever meet another magician. They might try to saw you in half or something."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Marc and Churuine dancing away, thick as thieves apparently. He frowned. He had put a lot of thought into what he was going to do to make that bottle of perfume that Churuine had given him for Marc "special"... Special meaning that it would sparkle and bubble when used, but had also replaced the perfume inside the bottle with a substance that dyed anything it came into contact with purple for a solid two days. There was no way he was going to give Marc something "Nice", not after he had shoved a kid into the lockers and freaked a presumably easily freaked out girl out of her wits. This was all assumption of course, but really, what other explanation was there?
Still... he would feel kind of bad messing with Churuine's "chances" (or whatever she was attempting to do here) by giving her a gift that backfired in a ridiculous way. Not that he owed her anything, or even particularly liked her much either. What to do... what to do indeed?
He turned to Angela, a mischievous grin on his face. "Speaking of help. I have a dilemma I could use a little advice on... There's this girl who sort of tried to coerce me into making a bottle of perfume "special" for this guy she... likes? I don't know... Anyways, the guy is a real tool, and the girl isn't half nice either... So I made the bottle "special" alright. I don't know if I should give it to her to give to him though... because it would probably mess up whatever weird relationship the two of them have... but mainly because their both in the astronomy department and would definitely know it was me. You seem like you're... fairly reasonable? You think I should give her the bottle?"
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