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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:39 pm
"I agree...but I guess it's how people here are. Back home this style isn't so normal, it's a Japanese style, but style is...wide ranging home - more so than here it seems." At least it seemed like that to her. More ideas, and looks, were acceptable. Though tattoos weren't acceptable, at least not on a native. So there was that.
"Lets just ignore them and keep on the watch for anything strange." She didn't like events in the city, she'd heard enough about them from her cousins and knew that events weren't to be trusted.
The odd music she heard start up, as they were walking, was only thought of as odd and unusual for a moment - not even long enough to mention. It was normal and lovely here, very nice. "A slow song would be nice. I don't know how to dance too well - that's my older cousins thing." Since he'd needed to dance for his job, and he'd trained a lot in dance. "A slow song I can manage though." And it would be nice. Sachio was nice...he was kind and was good company.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 9:17 pm
She did like the way that he was saying her name. She could listen to that for at least a few more minutes until these last three people ahead of them managed to get their drinks and disperse. She drank in the whole of his face in the meantime. She wouldn't say that she was quite lost in his eyes yet, although they were a striking blue that stood out as much as the rest of him. His makeup, though as edgy as the name, was sharply done, which Emmy could appreciate. A musician? Emmy tilted her head and then nodded with a smile, although internally she could only assume some kind of garage band. How cute. "I like excuses to dress up," she said. She held his gaze steadily and kept up the smile, but came no closer. "And I love meeting interesting people." Another voice caught her attention, and she turned to look across the dance floor, but it took her a second to place the green hair and the familiar face. Ellla. She wasn't used to seeing her co-workers in formalwear. In Emmy's opinion, the green dress made her look just a tad like a flower girl, but it wasn't terrible. She waved and took a half step away from Malaise. "Ella! Hi." Her face softened. It was always nice having someone around who was almost certainly not trying to get in her pants. "You look adorable! And yeah, I felt like going out." She gave Ella a second to size up Malaise, only for there to be another round of recognition. "Oh, you know each other?" Internet famous?
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 10:52 pm
Ayesha KamjikHer heels sounded like tennis balls thundering down an empty hallway. They sounded like they announced her lateness to the rest of the party, which felt oddly hushed, and Ayesha first thought they waited for a guest speaker to take the stand, though she didn't know where, and glancing around at the ostentatious displays of tigers and lions and elephants and all manner of beasts gave her no further clue, but she smelled a lot of alcohol, and heard a little chatter, and soon realized with great relief that no one paid her much mind as she rocketed between crowds of persons.
Peach and crystal studding followed her like a wave. Her heels hidden, her neck bare but for a single crystal necklace, her hair held captive and pierced through and strangled by hair ties and tiara, Ayesha felt just shy of overdressed for such an event. But she wore her mother's motives nonetheless, knowing she had little else to suit such a party.
As she whorled about in her frantic search, her hair ever fighting to break free, Ayesha quickly discovered that Adel wasn't such an easy find here. Among all the eye-catching outfits and tailored suits, nearly everyone demanded a measure of attention. And even as she squinted her eyes together, she couldn't spot the familiar man by his mannerisms either. So she took to stalking about the room, listening in on conversations, listening for his voice, then listening for someone she knew, then listening for something she knew, then listening just to hear what topics dominated conversation in such a place. Such a place where she didn't belong, alone and so dressed. Such a place where she felt very much trapped in her own body. All skin and crystal and soft, sheer fabrics.
But Ayesha didn't quite hear him so much as she suddenly struck his back, as once there was no person there and suddenly there was, as she realized the one man she followed stopped in the middle of the crowd, possibly drunk, possibly spilling his drink —
No, she realized, that was Adel, and she reached out a hand to steady him for her inattentive accident. "Sorry I'm late," she offered, breathless. "Time got the best of me." Time and endless student midterm exams — what a familiar phrase.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 12:24 am
Mason and Nora
Mason stared at Dmitri, especially as Lia took her overly gel'd hair and put it in his. "I don't know what prom is." They were right. He never went to his, even though Nora asked.
And he never went to Nora's because they hadn't been REALLY dating at the time. The pains of dating an older woman.
"Nora wanted to come, so I came. Lia helped with homework anyways. I wasn't on patrol for tonight." He eyed some of the alcohol, "Nora those are flutes of champagne, and you don't need any." He gave her a critical eye. "I heard some animals earlier, but I didn't see anything about a circus on the invitation." He pulled it out. "They were posted all over but Nora got one in the mail. Same for my parents." He shrugged.
Nora on the other hand preened at Lia, "Thank you Lia! I feel like a princess! I even did princess nails before I came! I almost got Ciaran to do it." Of course, she assumed that they knew Ciaran was her roommate. "Oh oh, But I can get some snacks for you guys! It's all so exciting!" She bounced, kissing Mason on the cheek and waving. "I will so totally be right back!" Once his girlfriend was away, the younger man's shoulders relaxed a little and he eyed the sociopath of the group. With his hair done up the way he had, it was hard not to see the similarities to the clown.
"If she bugs you, let me know. We an mosey on to the dance floor." He adjusted his glasses and looked for something to do with his hands. Usually he had books or his phone. All of it was confiscated to Nora's purse. (Just his phone and wallet). "She's not for everyone, I know." He knew Nora's personality rubbed people but most of the time....he actually found it comforting. She was bubbly and cute. Things he wasn't.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 11:01 am
Felix SmithBlack tie events sucked, but Felix wasn't going to miss out on a chance to schmooze with the hoity toity folks, maybe make some connections with the music world. Just because he wasn't in some super famous orchestra now didn't mean he wouldn't be some day - this could be his chance to make that happen!
Lucky for him he happened to have one suitable, if shabby, suit that would suffice. Plain black slacks, a white button down, black ribbon tie, black suit jacket with tails, and little french-horn cufflinks. It was mostly what he wore to concerts (minus the cummerbund and bow-tie and plus the ribbon tie). Not too bad, if he said so himself. There was no way of fixing his hair into an appropriate style, so he settled on just making sure it was neat and brushed, with the bulk of it clubbed back into a small queue.
The event itself was elegant and extravagant and even as dressed up as he'd managed to be, Felix couldn't help feeling out of place. 'That's the anxiety talking, just suck it up buttercup. You belong here too.' He strode in, the discordant music jangling his nerves as it registered as wrong for the setting, grating where it prickled along his spine most unpleasantly until it settled somewhere between and his brain began to accept that everything was fine. There were other latecomers, he'd caught a glimpse of peach and sparkle before it whirled away into the throng of people.
And then Felix moved towards the bar. Libations sorely needed.
He had brought his ID, right? Hand to jacket pocket, over chest. The telltale bump, subtle but there. Yes. he had it. Perfect. Necessary. Needed. He wondered if Colin would be at this shindig - it was an arts event, right? The ballet was part of the arts, shouldn't he? Felix fished his phone out and texted the other man, surprised at the rapid and vehement response.
[SMS DANCE DAD: are you stupid??? its a trap u dumbass. always a trap jfc did u learn NOTHING?!?!?]
Welp, that answered that question. But...a trap? Surely not. Blue eyes looked around at all the happy faces, the beautiful and expensive decor. How in blazes could something so glitzy be part of the Negaverse? Colin was just acting like a nervous old biddy for nothing. Felix set his phone to silent and tucked it away, promptly forgetting about it and the seasoned senshi's warnings in favor of pursuing a drink. Dang, wasn't that a catchy tune?
"Rum and coke, please." Ah yes, delightful. Felix wasn't certain he actually wanted a rum and coke, but he'd ordered it because it sounded fun - not sophisticated or anything, but fun. And he was there for fun. And business, the moment he was feeling less...awkward. So two drinks in. Maybe just the one, depending on how generous the bartender was being with the rum. Drink in hand, the brunette began to mingle amongst the other patrons of the event, admiring the dress of his companions.
Pretty much everyone was in nicer swag than he was - was Destiny City made of money? Or was it just that he was a broke a** college student and they weren't??? Ah well.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 11:18 am
Lori Croix
Nolan thought he was going to get away without stepping foot on that dance floor, but he was sorely mistaken. Her revenge wouldn't be complete if she didn't make him uncomfortable in some way. That could be saved for later though, if she could butter him up a bit with some food, then maybe he'd be more willing to go out there without her having to drag him off.
Call her the queen of denial, but Lori really wanted to believe this was just a normal event, normal art, normal music, just a night out to have some fun. Nolan was starting to sound like Landry, always worried that something wrong was right around the corner. Seriously, was everyone in her life such a pessimist? "I know crazy things happen here all the time, it's just the nature of the world we live in, but seriously? I know I invited you because you wouldn't like it, but I still wanted us to have some fun." Lori did, occasionally, believe in second chances.
He tugged at her arm though and she looked up at him and toward the buffet that was available to them. A little sigh escaped her lips, but then she hooked and arm around his and allowed him to lead her off. "That's right, you'd better try to have fun." It wasn't like her to turn down a free meal anyway.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 12:44 pm
Trey CameronHe smiled, his amusement turned inward.
“Its not the research that’s stuffy. Its the never leaving it for hours at a time. I feel like I’m in a box…” The amusement bled into his voice, but softly. The teasing had no bite, now that he’d gotten her to do what he wanted. It maybe wasn’t fair, forcing her out of her comfortable, introverted lifestyle… but if it was so great, why didn’t she seem happier about it?
He glanced the way she was looking, but in the crowd he wasn’t sure which person she was looking at. None of them tugged at his memory, so he gave them only a passing consideration. Pottery didn’t exactly perk his interest, so he let that go. He took the glass when she offered it, making sure to brush her fingers as he did.
HIs lean form relaxed against the bar and Trey leaned closer, taking the excuse of music and the rumble of conversation to bend down to her ear. Her hair almost tickled his nose, and his lips quirked.
“I lied about the wrinkles. And the spots.” He murmured. “I just had to find a way to rile you up so you’d come out with me. You make it damned hard to find something to pick at, you know that?”
Trey laughed softly, eyes lighting with mischief. It felt good. It had been a while since things felt good, and only recently that he’d started feeling it again. She made it easier with her ‘tsundere’ attitude towards things… it reminded him of better times.
He left the comment about mingling on his own hanging, ignored.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 1:55 pm
Ella Barnett
"Well, not exactly," Ella answered Emmy with a shrug, looking between her and Malaise and making a conscious effort not to geek out. "Malaise was in Tuck Fhis, do you live under a rock? They had that one song on the radio, with the really nice sweeping minor scales along with the screaming? It was a real banger." She nodded, wishing she had her laptop with her so she could demonstrate. However, in her current cabbagey attire she didn't even have room for her cell phone, which she had to lug around in her hand like some kind of savage, and that wouldn't have the right speakers to really describe the phenomenon caused by lovely strings and dissonant screams.
It was hard to be a girl. Ella missed pockets, and socially acceptable laptop bags.
"For the record, I really appreciated that one video where you and the boys just trashed a bunch of iPhones right in front of those people waiting in line to get the new model," she added, smiling when she turned back to face Malaise. Malaise, the real deal--how wild was that? "It was classic anti-capitalism at its finest--did you do all of your own stunt work? It looked like it was you, but it's so hard to tell anymore."This was what it meant to live in a big city, Ella decided. Celebrities could be anywhere, just...living life.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 2:39 pm
Suri Ellis
"Well, sometimes it takes hours and hours to get the story from the numbers," Suri began, inclining her head to nod at Adel from across the room, but her voice and her focus died in her throat when Trey leaned in close. It wasn't that he would hurt her--no one would, in this public a venue with glamours to consider--but she had to remind herself of that to keep her posture steady and her shoulders down. Suri didn't flinch or turn away from him, but she might have if she hadn't been so determined to hold her ground. Trey was exceptionally close, and he smelled nice, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin when he spoke to her. She was uncertain if she liked that or not.
Her initial reaction was to snap back a response, but it occurred to her that Trey had just admitted to provoking the emotional reaction in her, to try and rile her up. So she watched him for a moment, her gaze critical while she sipped whiskey to ease the angry flare. "The work I do, it's important not to have things to pick at," she explained, calmer than the chill in her eyes might suggest. "There are...expectations that go with my station, and consequences, should I not provide the proper results. It means long hours, but that's the price you pay." It wasn't safe, to discuss the Negaverse where snooping ears might be listening, but technically what she said was true of both her positions, in and out of her extra-curricular activities. There were certainly consequences to be had if she didn't make the proper reports for Argent--those just didn't involve getting turned into youma food.
"So thank you, for adding all those worries about age spots to everything else on my list," she retorted, but her nose twitched in a way that might have been the start of a smile. It faded, the longer she searched his eyes, and eventually she broke their gaze to look at her drink, pursing her lips. "I do worry about you, getting involved in everything," she added, softer this time while she fought with herself for what to say. It was so hard to think with someone so readily in her space, but she wasn't about to back down against Trey Cameron, not when she remembered what he looked like in a grade-school uniform. Her brow furrowed, but she leaned in as well, to murmur against his ear. "...I worry that you don't know what you're getting into. That there are things you don't understand, that you'll get yourself hurt."
No one survived the Negaverse unscathed--she just didn't want to see the ways it would chew him up and spit him out.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 3:13 pm
Trey CameronHe listened as she lectured, the sharpness in her eyes reminding him of some teachers he had, and her, as a younger girl. Back when she’d been left in charge of him and he’d done something to annoy her.
It made him wonder, though, when she talked about prices being payed. He understood that, the sacrifice. But what was she paying for? What was worth that price? She’d tensed when he’d leaned down, and she still wasn’t smiling. She spent long hours working herself what he could assume was ragged, and she got what out of it? What did any of them get out of this? Trey wasn’t dumb, he could read between the lines and her words rang true for both sides of their lives.
It was an uncomfortable reminder, and not one he had wanted. He hadn’t brought her out to think about that… but it seemed to be exactly what she wanted to talk about now.
Suri looked away and suddenly it was about him. The worry she was expressing was about him, and the things he still didn’t like to think about. If she hadn’t been so close she might have seen the flicker in his eyes, the way his mouth thinned and his jaw tightened. It only broke from his control for a moment though.
“I didn’t exactly get a choice in the matter.” He reminded her dryly as he straightened up. Trey had his smooth smile on again, the one he gave clients and customers. “Of course I don’t know what I’ve been forced into because no one took the time to educate me before hand. Or even ask me what I wanted. But what’s new, hmm?”
His voice lightened, dropping the bitter note it’d taken on, and he waved his glass. Full of swirling amber whiskey that reminded him of Chase’s eyes. “I just do what I’m told. I’m very good at that, you know. I’ve also gotten very good at running away.”
Trey sipped his whiskey and let it burn down his throat.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 5:53 pm
Tobias Banner
Tobias leaned on the bar, taking a sip of his drink. Black tie parties like this always felt like home, though as far as he could tell he was the only member of his family here tonight. His parents hadn't mentioned attending, at least.
He was there with the person he most wanted to be with, anyway. As always, Eva looked radiant.
"Having fun so far tonight, darling?" He asked, giving her the fond smile he reserved entirely for her.
For a moment, he swore he heard the roar of a tiger, and it briefly twigged as odd--but, no. This was exactly what was expected.Kaefaux no pressure, love u heart
Megumi let her eyes drift over the dance floor, a lightly amused smile on her face. It felt nice, to be out at a party like this, and she considered this one of the better points of having come to stay with her brother and their mother in the US. Taiki had connections, and he was all too happy to introduce his sister to them. She intended to look her best tonight, and impress as many people as possible, so if they ever found need of a private detective, they thought of the elegant lady in the sleek, sleeveless black dress.
"Thank you, for this," she said, and nodded to him. "Will Philippe be joining us? I'd like to finally meet him."Taiki Himura
"I'm not sure," Taiki replied, taking a glance around to see if he could spot his lover. "He said he would try, but there have been emergencies." He wiggled gloved fingers--unlike his sister, who was happy to show off her tattoos on her upper arms and shoulders, Taiki's suit was designed to cover him from the neck down.
For a moment, he swore he heard an elephant trumpet, and he wrinkled his nose, but--no, why had he even vaguely thought that might be odd? Megumi hadn't reacted at all, and surely if something was off she would have noticed.Quote: Both siblings are open for interaction!
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 5:55 pm
Peter GalloThe music… Peter was sure he imagined it. Maybe someone’s cell phone had it programed as a ring. Or maybe he was just losing his mind. Either way, the hesitation from Haven didn’t go unnoticed, although he didn’t make a comment about it. Yet.
The mention of research pulled him right back to the present and he grinned, amused.
“Yeah, of course. It’s not like anyone else is really gonna do it,” he pointed out, making sure not to bump into anyone as he walked with Haven towards the food. Also did his best not to step on the hem of her dress. That would be bad.
“I just hate that I’ve gotta actually study for things these days. Did you ever study back in highschool? Like, really study? I just remembered most of the stuff from class. Er… that’s not me trying to brag. I was just good at guessing the answers,” he quickly amended, not wanting to rekindle their old rivalry. Yet. _______________________ Chris GalloChris forced a laugh, but it sounded more awkward than genuine. Paris was in a good mood though, so that meant he was in a good mood. “Fine. I’ll bet nothing will happen,” he said, although he wished he could have had a bit more confidence in his voice about it. After everything, even he was wary about most things.
Besides, the thought of winning a bet against his wife was rather appealing.
Her suggestiveness meant that he had to attempt to seem exasperated with her, but couldn’t quite hold back his smile. It had been a while since they were able to just go out and have fun like this. Not that being with their children wasn’t fun, but they still needed time together.
“I don’t know. What were you thinking?” he pushed back, leaning in closer so he could keep his voice low, elbow resting against the bar.
His eyes lifted over Paris’s shoulder, inspecting the tiger statue, and wondering if maybe he had imagined things.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 6:05 pm
You have been enjoying the party (or maybe you haven't). You've mingled. You've possibly danced. You've maybe drunk a little.
The lights above flicker. And then...
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 7:06 pm
"Tigers..." Watching as Jason greeted Rhona with a kiss to her cheek, there was no way there were tigers here. He also knew that Jason wouldn't make such a thing up. So what had he heard? Maybe some sort of odd ringtone? Or maybe a sound used at the bar for some odd reason? No...more likely a ring tone. "Maybe you heard a ringtone. They wouldn't bring a tiger here." That was dangerous - too dangerous.
"You couldn't drink enough, in the time you've been at the bar, to start hearing things anyway." Shaking his head he shuffled a bit in place. He didn't like the feeling welling in his stomach. The music had, for a moment, seemed very strange and odd. Before he could say anything, or think further on it, he was sure that it was all good. Though there was till the worry about a tiger...whoever had brought it he hoped they were well trained.
"Mmm, we should be fine." It wasn't the tune he'd been saying earlier but he was now, how odd. But everything would be fine. This would go well and the night would end nicely. "If anything does happen though I'm ready." He knew Rhona would understand him. A glance to Gabriel, as he took the others hand, rather than just holding the other about the waist, he twined their fingers together. "Did you bring it? What I told you to." He'd told the other to bring his henshin pen, just incase.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 7:21 pm
Adel el-KadarHe'd caught the blondes eye for half a moment before her companion for the evening had drawn her attention back to him and Adel just smiled to himself as he turned back to the bar, draining his glass with the intent to order himself another one. The night was still young. He'd just set his glass on the bar and flagged down one of the busy bartenders when he was bumped into rather suddenly from behind. He'd expected it to be someone that was having a little more fun than the occasion occurred, but the hand on his back felt familiar and he absolutely knew the apologetic voice that floated up to him. "You made it." He sounded delighted to see her, and as he turned he was reaching for her hands, lifting her arms so he could take in the dress, the hair, her. "You look beautiful." A vision is sparkles and peach, and sparkles. Dark eyes drank her in from the spill of her skirt upward to the twist of her hair. A voice behind him let him know his drink was waiting and Adel let Aye's arms lower again, but used that gentle grip to draw her in close enough for brush of his lips against her temple. "No need to apologize or explain, I understand." He was just glad she'd made it. Of course at that precise minute the lights flickered.
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