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 Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 9:47 am
Melody had almost forgotten she had signed up for the Museum's date night until the red letter appeared in her mail box. She'd nearly had a heart attack as her mother squealed behind her, having read over her shoulder. By the time she finally left she'd wanted nothing more then to die of embarrassment because her mother wouldn't shut up about it all. By the time she'd arrived, a little after seven because of interfering mothers, she'd calmed down enough to feel a little nervous. She'd signed up not really expecting to end up with a date at the end of this but hoping maybe a little. Not that she knew if she could handle a future job, dating and Senshi business... but one could hope. Nervous hands smoothed down the skirt of her pink dress, the heels of her matching shoes clacking against the floor as she made her way closer to the painting. Hands moved to toy with some of the curled strands of her hair, it having been left down to showcase the curls her mother had forced into her hair, and paused as she found the cherry blossom flower hair clip her father had given her. 'You got this Melody. It can't be harder then fighting the Negaverse.'She'd found the painting easy enough, was rather attached to it upon sight and couldn't help but wonder about the irony. Hoped she hadn't kept her matched waiting too long, if he'd gotten there on time (or early? they did say the doors were going to open for early birds...) The plan was to enjoy the night no matter the outcome. Saint Sergio struggled a bit with the wording :'D but here you go darling
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 4:49 pm
Amal was probably late. He was usually pretty late because he was flying high most hours of the day. The red letter he'd gotten in the mail took him by surprise and he squinted down at it. When did he sign up for this? Green eyes peered at the wording before a should shrugged and the thin boy pulled on a tank top outfit, complete with skinny jeans and chunky boots. From that he threw just a random coat that wasn't even his on and headed out the door when the time came. In a way Amal was very glad he didn't have to deal with make up or his hair. Either way, the stoned secret senshi headed back down to the museum to go meet his date, whoever they were. He couldn't remember what gender he signed up for, but he was assuming they paired him with a girl considering a lot of elder folks were still very traditional. When he got to the painting, he found a very fancy looking girl there and paused before shrugging and moving up to her. "Yo, m'lady. Don't you look all fancy for this shindig. You my date?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 9:59 am
Was she dressed fancy? Brown eyes moved to look down at her attire. Sure it was cute and lacy but was it that fancy? Maybe it was just fancy to him? "I simply chose to dress up, but this is definitely not as fancy as I could have gone." Her mother had been trying to get her into a ball gown in all honesty. She was used to dressing up when going to events. "To answer your question, though, I would assume I am if this is where you were told to go." A sweet smile and a hand was offered to him. "I'm Melody Klein, a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 10:30 pm
He gave her a little grin and then took the offered hand, shook it, and introduced himself. "Amal Ahren." he winked at her and then shoved his hands in his pockets before looking at her again. "Well, Mel, you're definitely a lot more fancily dressed than me, aren't you? Honestly, I forgot I signed up for this. So I'm.. not even sure what we're supposed to be doin' other than talking." Slowly the purple haired man turned to look at the painting and shook his head. He didn't understand art in museums or anything. Video game art, sure, but this? This was odd. Pretty, but odd. "Do you mind if I call you Mel?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 8:45 am
"It's a pleasure to meet you Amal~" She wasn't going to blush at his wink, refused to. Even if she could feel her cheeks trying to heat up. It had been a long time since she hung out with other guys that hadn't been Azzo or Ignacio. Maybe this was a terrible idea. "I suppose I am, but you look good too. So I wouldn't worry too much." A hand moved to smooth down the skirt of her dress some, a semi-nervous action, and she smiled. He'd forgotten huh? She'd kind of done the same, in all honesty. Well until the letter had arrived and reminded her. "I think all it is, is a chance for us to talk and get to know one another? Something like that?" That's usually what these sort of things were for right? Or at least she was assuming that was the case. It worked well enough for her at any rate. "And I really don't mind, it's the usual go to for shortening my name." Catching him turning towards the painting, she couldn't help but look up at it again as well. She had no idea, really, the meaning of the photo but as the senshi of Cherry Blossoms it spoke to her some how. "Museums have the oddest paintings, hm?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 4:01 pm
"Ah, compared to you I might as well be in pauper clothing." He flashed her a grin and watched her smooth her already smooth dress. She looked really nervous. It'd be wrong to off her a hit on the pipe he had stashed away, wouldn't it? Dating proper girls wasn't something Amal often did. "I'd say you could shorten my name, but I mean, it's only four letters. So, where d'you go to school? I'm in my last year of Medowview." He wasn't ashamed to say it. He rather liked his school. He had a pool of friends, he made lots of money. It was pretty great, honestly. Never mind he had to redo his senior year over again. "Also.. you over eighteen?" This was said with a little look, his head canting to one side. Seventeen was okay, but any younger and this date would honestly be a bust. At least on his end. He stretched his arms above his head and just waited fher her answer before looking to the painting again. "...I see a lot of these pink flowers in the video games I play." Dating sims, but close enough to the truth.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 8:15 am
Maybe just a little, not that she'd know what to do with it. But his grin seemed to be helping and she smiled prettily up at him. "Perhaps, but you still look rather good so you really shouldn't compare outfits." She almost teasingly asked him if he wanted to switch attire, so he could have a turn at looking more dressed up but fought the urge. She really didn't know him well enough to be making such jokes like that. "I'm actually not in school anymore." Boy was she flattered that he asked if she was over eighteen. Did she still look young? "I just got my AA from a college in the next city over." A wry smile twitched in place a moment. "And if that doesn't answer the over eighteen question, I'm twenty-two." He was definitely cute though worried a little bit. He had to be at least eighteen to attend this right? Did he get held back a year or something? Not that it was a problem if he had in all honesty. She wouldn't judge. As he turned to the painting, her eyes moved to it as well, arms disappearing behind her back. Both because it was comfortable and also to low-key stretch a little bit. "Cherry blossoms, is what they are." She was sure he knew that though, was she trying to make a fool of herself? Or him? Well, definitely not him. "They're very popular in Asian culture, though I think mostly Japanese culture? They have a very short life span but look so pretty while they live. They're used a lot to represent how short but beautiful life can be." Her tone was fond, fingers moving to toy idly with the small cherry blossom petal that dangled from the end of her necklace.
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