Nergui laughed as she was scooped up, and she held the plate of tarts for Soren as he carried her and their snack for later out into the darkness so they could continue their night in private.
[Ponies Out!]
ramenli
After the little strip tease from Too Sexy Seiji had found his date in a far corner nursing a nose bleed. An appropriate amount of s**t had been given to the ghoul, followed by an disproportionate amount of threats and insults on behalf of the banshee in response to his smug banter. The discussion had ended with a little light petting, and then a return to their earlier attempts at dancing.
That was how the couple had spent the rest of their evening, now, as the lights came out, Seiji whispered something to the ghoul about a thing going on in towns, and lead her out of the big top.
[Ghosts Out!]
matisha
Hadiyya had rounded out the evening dancing with Marosa, which had turned out to be quite enjoyable, even if she was a little miffed that a certain nergal hadn't showed up. Seeing as she didn't have her phone on her, it was impossible to check whether or not there had been a good reason for the absence, but Sharra wasn't suicidal, so there was very likely some sort of message that just hadn't made it to her yet.
Linking her arm with Marosa's, the djinn lead the fae back towards the dorms. They were going to find out what had kept him together.
[Demons Out!]
kanth
Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 7:45 am
Carhop Cavalier
The classic waltz. It was a perfectly romantic way to end Prom. In fact, this last half of Prom was probably the most normal thing he'd done all year.
Being called a Cowboil in Dark Armour made the boil glow something wicked. He'd always hoped he'd be a gentlemen of justice, and there he was, being praised for rescuing the damsel. Mot blushed some more, smiling bashfully.
As the music died, and the announcement came, Mot gently slowed their dance to a hault. "Shall I carry you away on my skeletal horse, dear damsel?" Mot teased with a tilt of his head. He kept her close to him as he led her out of the tent, back toward the dorms for the short walk home.
[[Exitng with Gene]]
Bittiface
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:21 am
Monty stood near the opening of the tent and watched the last few dances so when the Student Council appeared on stage and the lights started to come back to full glare. After he made a quick check to make sure he had all the things that he had won "1..2..3...4...this..that..that." He didn't stick around for the gnomes to usher him out. He quickly left the big top tent and went back up to his dorm to unload and stash his pile of stuff.
Exiting prom
Monty has a game obsession so many prizes!!!! dragging a large version of rat tied by the tail to his chain in back of him These are tied to his jacket in the front Carrying this around as well The doll is tucked in his jacket so you can only see the head sticking out Managed to snag a fun house ball when he got drained out of ball pit (inside his jacket)
Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:30 am
It seemed harmless enough, and Sammy's addition about the lapdog business was absolutely adorable. Siddie took the pen in turn to scratch her full name onto the second line. "There," she said, and handed it back to Thackery. "Now we're married, right? We can pick rings later." She giggled.
The business about the betrothal had been a rough patch for them, even though it had been nothing more than an act put on for the benefit of Siddie's parents. Siddie wanted to make it absolutely clear that Sammy was the person she really wanted to marry, and if signing a play contract would do that, she was completely okay with that.
A silent chuckle whispered past his lips as she raised his arms and began to twirl beneath their arc. This wasn't nearly as awkward as touching her wiggling hips had been, but his reaction to her spinning intrigued the boil nonetheless. Brenley leaned back a bit to avoid getting smacked in the face by her hair as best as he could, and each time her ponytail swooped past, he caught a whiff of what he could only describe as "ghoul." Unlike the dance itself, which left him feeling wildly self-conscious, this kind of made him want to stay put, even at the risk of being smacked. Interesting.
It was kind of a shame, he thought as the song neared its end, that he had neglected to seek out such an experience prior to this. Studying his peers as they engaged in their rituals had been educational enough, but as he had discovered during his time here so far, he learned far more by doing than he did watching.
The faint blush remained high on Brenley's cheeks as he grinned. "Here, stop that," he said, trying to slow her rotation without dropping her to the floor. "We should end with a... flashy move or something, right?" He doubted there was any sort of strict formula for executing an acceptable dance, but his mind still tried to piece one together. There was a formula for everything if you looked hard enough.
Ol-j-man
Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 6:19 pm
Ahm quickly spotted an open table and escorted Kieran to it, pulling out her seat and making sure she was settled comfortably before leaning down to speak with her again. "I'll get something for us to eat and drink, you hold the table, alright? Trust me, I'll bring back something delicious." The Grue did, however, ask if there was anything he should avoid - like, if she had any allergies he'd need to know about them before selecting things to be eaten, right? - but then he sauntered over to the food-laden tables to make some choice selections.
His return to their table would be accompanied by two drinks and two plates heaped with what he believed to be the best food(s) available - they could share the two plates filled with edibles, right? Wasn't that kind of...sweet and romantic? Ahm was pretty good at figuring out what his companions might want to eat - it was gift, really. Or maybe it was just that when you were basically a walking stomach you got really good at knowing what would taste good and what wouldn't.
Either way, the pair would enjoy food and drink and probably a great bit of nothing, as per the norm at events like the Dark Carnival Prom.
"So..." Ahm leaned back in his chair, one arm draped half over the back, the other bringing his half-emptied glass to his mouth for a sip, "Is your first Prom everything you'd imagined?" He smiled at her out from under his cowl; he hoped the answer was going to be a resounding yes - after all, he was enjoying the heck out of himself. Kieran was a wonderful girl, very beautiful and sexy and she could dance. And eat!
hanging gallow
I am SO sorry that I've not been able to post as much as we wanted; sorry for kind of rushing the food part along, but I figured with the whole thing winding down...yeah. >>;;
Piper was reluctant to stop spinning--up until she realized she was starting to feel her stomach turn despite her passionate need to be dancing up a storm, slow song or not. But said song was fading, and she had to come up with something quick. Trust Brenley to hold her high? No probably not a good leap of faith so soon. "Lean together?" she suggested, tugging his hand behind her back. "I'll add a little jazz hands flare and we'll call it a night~"
Smerdle
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 8:31 pm
-Yasha Alchemist
Syusaki
"Well, Prom seems to be ending. Prom didn't seem as long as I thought it would," said alice as she looked at the people leaving, and some of the little people, gnomes, were trying to get people out so they could start cleaning up. She didn't exactly want Prom to end, considering that there were a couple of things that she wanted to do, yet didn't get the chance to do. Well, there is always next year, I supposed.
She turned to both TK and Eira. "I just wanted to say, to both of you, thank you for making my first Prom grand. It was a pleasure enjoying it with both of you." She knew she might have sounded much too formal for them, yet she knew that it was only proper to tell them her sincere gratitude to both of them.
Alice had arrived at Prom with this dress, these shoes, with a pair of black tights and a matching headband.
Instead of trying to come up with a reply that didn't involve the words "what are jazz hands," Brenley nodded sharply and prepared to lean. It might have been a horrible mistake to agree to even try, but the boil was determined not to mess this up.
Ol-j-man
most anticlimactic tag ever LET'S DO THIS THING <3
Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 7:49 pm
It didn't matter because they might have been awkward on the outside but inside? She felt very princessy.
Piper called it a good night.
And probably pestered Brenley with all sorts of questions later about it.
