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 Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:02 pm
Charlie was now the only one of his group on the dance floor. It had taken him some time to realize but he was deserted all alone in a sea of dancers he didn't know. The demon went ahead and made his way back to the table his friends were gathered.
He also made a >: face at Lizzy for abandoning him and a >[ face at Mot for having a van.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:09 pm
Dead... puppies?
What.
"Buona sera," Malodore said, instead, focusing on the newcomers to the group. Who weren't talking, nor thinking, about dead puppies.
Probably.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:11 pm
And Sharra, observant, noted the way that her eyes shone, watery reflections against gold-flecked skin. "You're rather radiant this evening..." He murmured, pads of fingers brushing where that glow was most apparent, just far enough from her eyes that the boil didn't brush her ebony lashes. It suited her, somehow, and he wondered if this was simply an effect of the evening, or something more....he recognized something...that glow tugging strands of memory. Yes, this was clearly all her.
One fingertip catching the underside of her chin, he tilted head down to kiss her softly, just the barest brush of lips, wanting that tender touch just now. As ravishing as she was this evening, it would be a shame not to convey just how very much he adored her. With a steady arm around her waist, he then proceeded to whisk her off towards the dance floor, as he too vastly approved of the current music selection. Really, he'd have to go and thank the DJ's after this, for their rather fabulous job. Both of them were newer students, if he recalled correctly.
"Then let's dance..." He replied, stepping backwards, mindful of those behind him, slowly releasing her from his grasp only to beckon her forward. He'd had enough formal dance lessons to know that he could at least lead well enough to make them both look good on the floor. And as sharp as Yaya was, he had full confidence in her ability to follow that lead...the djinn was never one to disappoint. Then again, Sharra would be the first to admit his own staunch bias.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:20 pm
"You know it." Mot said with a light chuckle, deciding resting his chin on the table with his arms laid out in front of him was how he would rest. Break from dancing, break from being attacked by Lizzy's Atmosphere Drunken lips. Yeah yeah, breaks all over, never not on break.
Mot tilted his head as Lizzy sat down beside him, smiling at her offer. "I don't care for food in general, but don't hate sweets?" He clarified, eyeing the food she had. He might have some if she insisted later, but for now he wasn't hungry.
"Hey, she threw me across the room!" Mot retorted to Lizzy's apology to Riley, almost puffing his cheeks in disgruntlement. "Besides, I already apologized." He muttered under his breath, being a big suck.
Then it happened again. The phallic food craziness shifted from meat to dessert. It did not go unnoticed. Mot stared up at Lizzy from his table/pillow, just staring.
Why did she have to do that?
Mot decided his face needed to have a meeting with the face of the table, and turned his head to meet it. Oh Hello table face! My. how you are not a p***s joke! Huzzah~
Many more arrived at the table again, though the cowboil could not see them for he was busy having a meeting with the top of the table. Even Charlie's ever lasting glare went unnoticed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:27 pm
Amrita shuffled away from the slot machines and roulette tables with a hum and a skip to her step. Well, there WAS a skip to her step, right up until she tripped over her own toes and crashed into someone nearby.
"S-SORRY! SO SORRY!" She cried out over her music, using that person to straighten herself up before she went back to going through the crowd, albeit slower and less skip-y. A lot less skip-y. By the time she reached the dance floor...Charlie had already left. Well, Jack! Maybe she stayed too long playing with that rather quiet Reaper. Come to think of it, did he even talk? Was he a mute like Christof? OH OH OH MAYBE SHE COULD PLAY CHARADES WITH HIM, TOO! Oh that would be fun.
Oh right, finding Charlie.
Puffing out her cheeks, she looked around...and decided the table would be the best place to try and find her Special Friend. Doot doot doot---THERE! She spotted her pink haired, curly-horned buddy and again went through the crowd to get to him, being much more careful where her feet were going as PEOPLE KEPT STEPPING ON HER TOES AKJGHA;GHA but eventually she made it to him, and she tapped his shoulder to get his attention before hugging his arm.
"Charlie!" She quipped, suddenly in a very, very good mood. "I found you!" Obviously.
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Mac, in the meantime, has spotted Riley using a tentacle to sucking away at the eclair. However, thanks to this VERY HELPFUL VISUAL REFERENCE of how he sees Riley, it was pretty clear he didn't think anything overly sexual about the endeavor. It was just a plank of wood stuffing it's grains with sugary sweets, nothing too special or important about that. Until, of course, the plank of wood decided to try and feed Lizzy.
...And when Lizzy started to suck out the cream.
See, Mac recently discovered that Lizzy was not a plank of wood and was in fact a rather pretty ghoul, and just after that surprising discovery came to the conclusion he was starting to - gasp - feel for her; this display by Lizzy? It affected him. He stopped walking for a moment, gaping at the sight, and the moment she put her cream-tipped finger to her lips, he blushed darkly, coughed, and looked away. What were they saying over there? He couldn't hear them, and it was probably for the best. Poor Tess was dragged to the table faster.
"Ahem." Mac cleared his throat loudly, standing beside Mot. "This seat isn't taken, right? No? Good. It is now." Quickly - maybe a little too quickly - he sat down and did his best to not look. It was hard though. Really hard.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:34 pm
The gentle kiss seemed just the thing to chase away whatever linger unease remained in the ghoul, and she thanked her date with a delicate smile as he lead her back towards the dance floor. Releasing his frame so she could take his arm. Ready to leave that little scare behind them. Ready to leave floor beneath them in ruins and dance the night away.
She stilled as he released her, watching him back away with a look to luminous eyes akin to cat as it watched a bird. Hungry, expected, and above all excited. He beckoned to her, and she moved at his will, taking a step towards him, stiff and broken, like a battered doll. Pantomiming the dearly deceased in their deathly shuffle as she placed her hand in his. Straightening at the touch of his skin into the perfectly poised posture of a trained dancer. Left hand falling to rest on his shoulder as she waited for his lead.
Doubtless was her confidence in the boil before her. Only he had ever been allowed to lead her, only Sharra with is careful grooming and obvious lessons. It was a dance, a simple thing to most, but not to Hadiyya, and no other to date had ever been given her trust control things as they moved across the floor. It was not a power she gave up easily.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:35 pm
Who was there now? He heard a little girl call for Charlie. Not important.
Then Mac. Talking quickly. Very quickly. Why so quickly? "Huh?" He murmured from his table meeting in a muffled voice.. Apparently he sat down anyway. Well, okay.
Mot's business with the table top continued.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:37 pm
Riley rose both eyebrows at Mot's retort, ready to counteract his claim by mentioning how he'd managed to make her dance like a fool - but he had suddenly become rather involved with the table, and she was never one to interrupt an important meeting.
Riley's hand, still intertwined with Malodore's, rested on her leg for support as she leaned to get another cookie. Moderation was key, and Riley was doing her best to moderate her choice of sugar for the evening.
At least, some of her tentacles were. Others were of a completely different, autonomous mind.
Oh look, Mac was here - was he here for the important table meeting Mot was currently engaged in? Obviously.
Riley hummed a song about dead puppies under her breath as she ate her cookie.
Malodore, do you enjoy sausages?
Oh no.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:43 pm
Whisper arrived, well needless to say, quite late. She wasn't sure if she had missed a call or text from her date saying when and where they should meet, but she had waited at her dorm long enough. There was a twinge of pain in her stomach, as her mind wondered to the possibility that she may be stood up. She wrapped an arm around herself, shuddered, and continued in. She was just being paranoid and thinking the worst...yeah that's it.
The place was full to the brim with other students, and man did this place look good! Perhaps she'd have to play a game or two later on in the night. For now she would just walk around and see if she bumped into anyone she knew. There were many boils and ghouls she vaguely recognized, though none were close friends with her. That was another thing she had to add to her list, make more close friends.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:46 pm
Before too long, Jericho had practically demolished the cupcake completely. But at least it was done now. At least that was what he thought until he overheard Riley mention sausages. He glanced at her for a moment, wondering if she was getting a kick out of torturing Mot and himself. Glancing up, it seemed that Mac had just suffered a very similar problem right about now.
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Shun paused when he heard sausages as well. Slowly, he glared over at Riley. He did not want another sausage incident to occur right about now.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 2:32 pm
"Sausages?" Another head-tilt. "A useless waste, in my opinion. Those who don't appreciate innards for their own sake ought to give them to those of us who do."
So many splendid hearts, lungs, and livers lost to the grinder. An absolute shame.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 2:39 pm
As unexpected as the answer was, the response would be even more so. Riley blinked, took a moment to gauge the reaction Malodore's response had elicited, and then beamed as she wrapped her arms around it - practically bowling it over in a hug.
Oh, I love you. She purred gratefully. It was unclear why it's answer had managed to make her so happy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 2:44 pm
She herself had moved into the crowd, mingling here and there although not saying a word to those she gently bumped and tapped against. Her darkened lips were sealed into a long smile, smug as hell while her eyes were just barely open; able enough to ensure she would not embarrass herself by tripping over a fellow promgoer.
Natalia lingered near the entrance however, not willing to let those doors leave her pinched sight until the hellhound was seen tracing through them...
And oh, when her gaze fell upon the sleek creature and the beautiful attire that wrapped perfectly around her tiny frame, it was a sight for sore eyes if ever there was one.
And, in that same moment that her dark lids disappeared behind wide eyes, it only then occurred to Natalia that she had forgotten to send the message. 'Good evening my prom queen, I hope you are not getting too dolled up for tonight’s soirée; I would not want to fight off the other boils and ghouls who might seek your attention…although do not get me wrong, I will if I must. Do me a favor and meet me at the front doors. I want to have you all to myself if for but a moment...' it read, the monsters long fingers coiled about the phone and tightening still as her breaths became short, gaze narrowing in mild irritation. She was not usually this forgetful...but perhaps the whole prom thing had gotten to her. That was the only logical explanation…Pressing the end button, although the message would still be on the main screen when she turned it on next, the ghoul shoved it into her purse and began moving through the crowd in a quiet, focused trance.
Whisper had somehow managed to find her way in front of Natalia, back turned to the lemur while the monster herself closed in like a shark on its prey. Her hungry lips pursed as her hands reached out, gloved fingertips brushing against the pale skin of Wisp's shoulder before collapsing her entire palm upon it. Drawing her other hand onto the other shoulder, the lemur took another step forward to close the gap between herself and the demon, pressing her body firmly against Whisper's before muttering sweetly into her ear.
"Guess who!" The motions that followed were made fluidly, Natalia's left leg crossing her right, bringing her around to face the hellhound in question; an appraising look flashing across her milky white flesh only to be replaced by sheer delight. "I have been waiting for you darling...here..." Her hands cupped the other ghouls face then, while the rest of her leaned in to place a kiss on those plush demon lips.
Lingering close, in the midst of dancing and wild activity, the monster sighed. Then, she giggled. "You look amazing, once again."
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 2:53 pm
Aksaja was still a bit confused about the whole bug thing, but he could definitely tell it had freaked Yaya out. Which was . . . enough for him to be concerned about it. Now he almost wished that he had taken one of Cricket's classes - just so he would know what he was getting into with this exam.
Following after Sharra, he offered the Nergal boil a quick grin. "No problem. Though I wanna claim a dance later, you know. From the both of you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 2:57 pm
Tess tilted her head in feigned confusion, trying to look as if she had no idea what Mac was talking about. While it felt... not quite nice, more like validating that someone noted the pinch marks and scratches on her pale skin, she figured it was best that she not air dirty laundry out in public. Thankfully she was led to the table soon enough without having to answer or dance around the subject.
However, she caught sight of the rather semi-questionable act between Riley and Lizzy. Just briefly but it was enough to deepen the colors of her cheeks. She quirked a brow at Mac and his noticable attempt to avoid looking at their general direction. Before she could possibly remark on it, the plague doctor mentioned something about innards. A smile appeared on her face, "Oh yes! Intestines, brains, all those organs inside are especially delicious," she beamed, "However, I tend to prefer them raw," she added, "Could I possibly have an eclair of my own?" She asked of her date. She didn't mind getting one for herself but she figured she could also give him an opportunity to continue to be a gentleman. Though she was completely unaware of his little... interaction with Lizzy and her lips earlier.-------------------- Petro tilted his head in thought, "Huh, didn't think we'd start off with a slow dance. 'Sides, dancing's easy!" he insisted with a bright grin, "Y' just move y'r hips and y'r feet. Y' can shuffle 'em side to side or front and back," he explained, demonstrating what he meant, "And y' just add a bit of y'r hands or shoulders if y' wanna."
Right at their table, the tikbalang performed each movement, "And y' two don't gotta worry 'bout stepping on my feet. If y' do, I ain't gonna hold it 'gainst y'," he promised. "But if y' two don't wanna dance, I ain't gonna make y'. Lemme go get y' something to eat, and that water y' wanted."
He got to his knee and straightened back up in one quick, smooth motion before he turned on his heels to head over to the refreshment table. Despite the confident smile on his face, Tro felt nervous, and giddy, and worried that he was being a terrible escort. He didn't want to be away from them for too long, what if someone suddenly just attacked them or something? He grabbed an entire pitcher of water, he figured the whole thing would be enough. And with his other hand he balanced a plate with a little bit of every food available. This way Colette would have her pick. And if she wanted more, he'd be more than willing to go get her more.
"'M back," he stated upon his return, lowering the pitcher for Tset's flowers and the plate of food for Colette. He had thought on the idea of taking turns, and while it made sense, Tro didn't want to be separated from them. "We could take turns, yeah. Don't mind waiting near y' two to keep watch on y'r backs," he offered. Ladies first was apparently on his mind.
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