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 Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:00 pm
Christof had been lost in the moment. It was so... nice. No worrying about Masters or Mistresses, no chasing after Student Council affairs, although he was sure she'd be pulled away again any moment, but the songs had seemed endless, and he was happy for it. He was certainly not the most limber of creatures, most of his moves involving shuffling to the left or limping to the right, and he didn't know any of the song's words, but he liked them. He liked all of them. He liked the way the lights flickered and lit her face in a rainbow of colors edged in darkness. Just a bubble of them. By the time he realized she was speaking, he blinked, mouth wobbling into a shy smile, "Normally-too-busy-to-dance." He signed, happy for the third arm so their shuffling could continue as he did so. He thought back on all the proms and Scarentines and balls and galas the school had held over his years there... and as far as he could recall, there had been very little dancing. He wished there had been more. He had been so stupid then, so narrow-sighted... and now it was too late. This was their last prom together, most likely.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:00 pm
"Nope." Lottie answered bluntly, stuffing the rest of her sandwich into her mouth. She made a valid attempt at eating it as fast as she could taking a big gulp to swallow. She sighed happy, patting her tummy and licking her lips. "You oughtta try the food soon. Before it all gets tossed in dumpsters or fed to gnomes, yanno?" Lottie looked up at the dark eyed boil, grinning fiendishly. "My name's Lottie! Pleasure to meet ya, Tall Dark and Handsome!" She held out a hand to shake.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:00 pm
"Well, even if you can't dance to this, we can still dance." Sal chimed in optimistically, still leading her away from the main hub of little scarelings. Once they were far enough away he took her hand again, holding it over her head to lead her into a twirl, just before pulling her against him for a modest enough slow dance. Music be damned, he was going to dance how he wanted!
"So, Bao Yu. Tell me about yourself?" He hummed, actually using her name. He didn't know much about the Mare, and the closeness of a slow dance was a great excuse to learn about her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:00 pm
The final lyrics of "I'm Too Sexy" ended the song abruptly and Roch glanced at the rest of the band with a slightly bittersweet smile. He headed back to grab his stool--he liked being comfortable when playing slower songs--and started the poignant first strains of the next song. He wouldn't sing it. It was how he felt, sure, but he wasn't cruel enough to sing it in front of the entire school. Instead he left it to Nahm.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:01 pm
Hel didn’t notice Helmut until the ghoul was tugging on her jacket, and Hel paused to stare down at the ghoul. “…Oh! Hey, speak of the devil!” Hel let go of Junko and leaned down to get closer to the little baby Wendigo. “They ran out of fries?” She echoed. She then straightened and looked…er…well…she couldn’t see anything from here…so instead she reached down the front of her dress and… Pulled out a baggy of jerky. Uh…well… Hel came prepared okay. She knew what she was taking to prom. Hel handed the bag to Helmut…treating the ghoul rather well all things considered. She was in a good mood. She then pointed at Junko. “This is that first year. Her name is Mut. Mut, this is Junko…you should…get to know her…she is really nice and I am sure you will get along with her just fine.” Pawn her off, aw yeah. Hel then glanced around the room, looking for Mac…and her eyes narrowed as soon as she saw who was next to him. Lottie. Hel made a very threatening gesture and look at the little witch, which said it all.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:06 pm
"...I tend to not trust any food remotely near school grounds that I didn't buy myself." Mac replied rather bluntly, head tilting as he tried to figure the little witch out. "...Tall, Dark and...?" Mac repeated as if dumbstruck. Wait...there was a ghoul here - who wasn't Hel - complimenting him?! What? This was...what?
"...Err. Mac. Just Mac. Hi." He reached out as well, clasping her hand with his in a firm shake. When he let her go, his hands went back into his pockets, and he resumed leaning against the table. "Not sure where my date went...wanna dance for a bit in the mean time?"
He managed to miss the threatening looks Hel was giving.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:08 pm
"Huh?" Siddie glanced down at the paper she held, looking confused. It looked like some kind of legal thing, and she couldn't think of how it could be hers. "What do you mean?" she asked Thackery.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:11 pm
"Whaaaat? No way!" Lottie gasped, "But dude, I had like... 2 sandwiches tonight!" Was she in danger!? "Mac? Cool name!" Sounded like food! Lottie was about to answer him, when she caught sight of Hel's look. Oh... Hel didn't want her to touch this boil? Too perfect. The little witch grinned widely, making a show of taking his hand. "I'd love a dance!" The pink haired witch led Mac onto the dance floor a bit, in a place she was sure Hel could see.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:12 pm
Helmut was too busy being pathetically miserable to question why she was being called a devil. All she could do was nod to Hel's echo, sniffle, and then magically get better as a bag of jerky made it into her line of vision. The little ghoul reached out to take the bag, wasting no time in tearing it open to gnaw on the hard pieces of meat. Junko was brought to her attention, and the tiny Wendigo turned her large blue eyes to the third year Monster. She took a deep breath - with some jerky still held between her lips - and started her little speech again.
"Hullo Miss Junko, my name is Helmut Purge and I'm a first year. It's really nice to meet you and I hope we can be friends." She sounded as bored as she was the first time reciting this speech, and she managed to do it while gnawing on a treat as well. The ghoul had talent for multitasking.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:13 pm
Boils were weird and confusing. This was a truth long known to Taima and reaffirmed as Nuk managed to appear both pleased by her presence and somewhat discomfited by it all at once. Had she done something wrong? Maybe he just didn't want to be here. She couldn't fault him for that; it was crowded and loud and chaotic and, in retrospect, perhaps not the best time or place to search for their missing...well, whatever they were. They had had a difficult enough time finding each other, after all. "Um, thanks?" Taima replied, giving Nuk a bemused frown as he unhappily commented on her choice of outfit. Other people weren't as easy for Taima to read as stacks of dry research, and it was difficult for her to figure out Nukpana's emotional state. She didn't flinch as his hand landed on her shoulder, but she did take a deep breath to regain her composure and her control of her natural ability. Just because she couldn't handle something as simple as a crowd didn't mean that he should have to pay for it. Her frown turned into a tentative smile as he offered her costume a true compliment. "Thank you," she replied, not quite preening. "I did extensive research on the theme of the prom and selected an outfit accordingly. Why do you feel bad? You look..." Taima trailed off, giving Nukpana a clinical once-over. Bare chest, torn pants, no shirt--Taima didn't really care one way or the other. She knew that most other people weren't as dedicated to the details as she was, and she didn't fault anyone for it. "Well, at least you're wearing pants," she finally said with a nod and an encouraging smile. Taima hesitated as he suggested shifting into a tiger to better fit the theme. She had no doubt that he would make a magnificent tiger; she had seen him as one, after all, for a brief moment during their shared experience. She had only seen him as a tiger there, and that made it one of those bittersweet memories that were difficult to deal with. "You don't have to be a tiger unless you want to be one. I wouldn't ask that of you," she said earnestly. "I would ask, however, that you not wear a tutu. I don't know if they'll let you stay if you wear even less than you already are." Her words, while delivered in a serious tone, were spoken with a friendly, lightly teasing grin. Though maybe if he was a bear, other people would just get out of their way and they wouldn't have to deal with the press of the crowd. The idea did have its merits... She was pulled from her contemplation of the benefits of Nuk's ability to shapeshift as he roundaboutly mentioned that he had seen the others. "Not today?" The thunderbird asked, truly excited at the prospect of a lead in their search. "But you have seen them?" x_Nata_x sob i am so sorry for the lateness ive been packing and cleaning all week
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:13 pm
Placing a hand over her mouth to try and stop the giggles, Gene shook her head at Mot. "No, not really. Or would it boost your tiny ego if I told you I've been dancing in front of a mirror every day?" She sassed, a small smirk playing across the ghoul's lips. In all honesty, she had been trying a few things here and there, but mostly she'd just been running around like a headless cockatrice. "You should teach me some time, though."
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:20 pm
Mjoll had waited for a slower song, because I'm too sexy. Just wasn't even for dancing, her lips had twisted into a slight disgust. Though that soon left her face for just a dead panned, I can't believe they're playing this.
"Yeah, weird... some are just plain dumb." She added as she crossed her arms, though finally when the song changed she took Olivia by the hand, "Lets dance to this one, does your date mind holding those.... toys?" She asked tilting her head at them.
When that was settled she'd guide Olivia out to the dance floor.phantompanther13 yoink - Mjolls wants to leave Andrew holding the dolls.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:20 pm
That battle had been quite something, though Kiwi was glad to see Ying returned to her normal size. He squeezed her hand gently as they settled back to the dance floor. The mention of rides though, sparked his attention.
"Yes, if you'd like. I think they have some booths as well."
He couldn't deny an odd fascination with the booths, and the various game and prizes they offered.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:21 pm
Amrita chuckled softly, nodding. "I know the feelings...speaking of being busy, I should...probably get back." She slowed their dance down, carefully easing away from the Igor's grasp; tripping was still a major concern. If there was one thing she could do though, it would be to dip into a small curtsey.
"Thank you for the dance, good sir~" She smiled, albeit a little awkwardly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:22 pm
Mot laughed at her sass. "Well aren't we cheeky." He mused with a smirk. "I'd love to teach you sometime. I can teach you any dance you want to know." Mot grinned happily. Dancing was one thing he was glad he'd learned at a young age. Somehow it always came in handy. Especially around Prom time. Mot couldn't fight worth a damn, but he could at least dance!
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