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Post by Dastan Cross on Aug 5, 2010 4:00:01 GMT -5
"Now, I think you were just about ready to tell me what your problem is?"
"Look, it's nothing, okay?" Dastan said with a groan. He just wanted out, dammit. Couldn't they talk somewhere else? Like on the Astronomy Tower, where it was more private and he could fucking breathe? And he couldn't handle Astin's closeness at the moment. Not when his mind kept on screaming out the words:
IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.
It was driving him mad. Completely mad. He knew he couldn't go back to pretending he didn't care. He would never do that. But it was too much to think that he, Dastan Cross, could love anyone. Especially when Crabbe's words were also ringing in his head:
You should know you're not good enough for someone like that.
And he wasn't, dammit, but neither was the slag that had just stalked off, her breasts nearly falling out of her...could you even call that clothing? Whatever. He didn't want to think about breasts right now.
"It's just...people like her. They're disgusting, showing off their bodies and begging anyone to take advantage of them. I--look, can we please go somewhere else? I can't...all these people!"
Dastan hid his face again. He hated this. He didn't feel like himself, and he and Astin were drawing a crowd. He was relatively certain that he could get around telling Astin that he loved him (because he absolutely wouldn't do that, not after he had told Astin flat out that they couldn't romantically be involved), but it would take some major convincing on his part, and he'd never be able to lie.
His best bet was to tell Astin the other reason why that slag pissed him off so much. Nevermind that currently, he was most concerned with the kiss. He just had to reveal most of the truth, without revealing all of it. That was the only way to get around having to flat out tell Astin everything. Because he wouldn't do that to the blonde boy he cared so much about.
He knew it would hurt too much, because this still didn't change that Dastan was not good enough for Astin and never would be.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 5, 2010 8:57:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Ignore any typing/spelling/grammar/etc. fail, please, because I haven't slept yet, and it's past 9:30...)
"Look, it's nothing, okay?"
Astin resisted the overwhelming urge to smash someone's head into the wall, whether it be his own or Dastan's; both skulls seemed equally smash-worthy at the time. Whatever was bothering Das was clearly not "nothing," which was what Astin would stop at to get him to spill the beans.
He had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with his little snogging session, but he was probably just being conceited. After all, Dastan had been the one to suggest Astin go talk to her. Sure, he hadn't planned for Astin to kiss her, possibly ever, but that possibility-- probability, even-- had to have occurred at some point in his mind. It wasn't like Astin was entirely celibate. Das said that they wouldn't be together, and Astin was going to try to move on. So it had to have been something else.
Never mind how much Astin secretly hoped that it wasn't. He wanted Das to be jealous; he did. He wanted to know that Das thought what they had was special and that he didn't appreciate Astin cheapening their kisses by making out with some common whore. He just really wanted to know that Dastan had meant it, when he had said that a part of him wanted to be with Astin.
"It's just...people like her. They're disgusting, showing off their bodies and begging anyone to take advantage of them. I--look, can we please go somewhere else? I can't...all these people!"
Astin stared at Dastan for a long time. He doubted he was going to get any sort of useful answer out of his best friend, but if he was going to try, it was a bit cruel to make him bare his soul in front of everyone. Feeling something resembling sympathy, Astin pushed off the wall, regained hold of Dastan's arm, and began pulling him toward the door.
"I hope you have a good reason for this," he muttered, "A damn good reason. Because I don't know if you remember, but you were the one who said I should go talk to her. I mean, it's a giant party, I've been drinking, she's probably been drinking, we're both dressed like cheap penny-whores... what did you expect?"
Astin sighed and pulled Dastan out of the Great Hall. This was going to be a long night.
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Night Grey
First Year
Slytherin
I'm not small. I'm fun sized.
Posts: 59
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Post by Night Grey on Aug 5, 2010 10:22:54 GMT -5
Night sat by the drink table sipping some punch fought back a giggle and a sigh at the same time. She supposed this is what people did at parties. Drama, Drama Everywhere, But not a stage in sight. She then thought about a Shakespeare quote 'The whole world is a stage'. Her eyes looked over all the couples and smiled softly. Some where the picture of romance and other just the drama that seemed to follow teenagers everywhere. Perhaps she was lucky to be alone, no one to worry about upsetting.
She continues to sip her drink before thinking to herself that this was nasty and why was she still drinking the damn stuff? With a small shrug she just kept sipping away.
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Post by Rylee Goldshanks on Aug 5, 2010 17:18:05 GMT -5
Rylee stepped into the Great Hall, her bumble bee costume making her look quite ridiculous. Nevertheless, she rather liked looking ridiculous. It was more enjoyable that way. And balls were all about having fun. weren't they? She rather thought so.
Alec, however, probably wouldn't. She grinned madly, skipping over to look for him.
She wondered, vaguely, if maybe he wouldn't show up at all. But then, he'd been the one to ask her, right? Well, he hadn't exactly asked her. But still. It had been his idea to go to the ball, and 'we' had been in that statement. One couldn't blame her for taking it the way she had.
Still, it was funny either way. Alec would probably die when he saw her. She couldn't wait.
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Alec Richardson
Third Year
Slytherin
When you close your eyes and look at the world.... what do you see?
Posts: 77
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Post by Alec Richardson on Aug 5, 2010 17:30:36 GMT -5
Alec walked into the Great Hall, looking around. He saw his prefect accompanied by some girl walking his way so he moved, not wanting to start a fight with him tonight. He wondered vaguely what had happened to the guy's gay interest. Whatever, he wasn't going to dwell on that. He needed to find Rylee, provided she was there. He hoped she was. He felt nervous all of a sudden, stupid. No one would get his costume. No one had the extensive knowledge as him when it came to his character.
As he walked over to the punch bowl, he saw a bumblebee girl walking around hurriedly. His stomach and pride both sunk through the floor. Rylee. Oh. My god. Looking away quickly, he moved away from the refreshments and towards the door. This was not happening. He wouldn't be seen in public with her. Not like this. This was too embarrassing. He'd never live it down. He crossed the room, hoping to get out of the front doors before Rylee noticed him go. Sorry, Ry, but I can't do this.
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Night Grey
First Year
Slytherin
I'm not small. I'm fun sized.
Posts: 59
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Post by Night Grey on Aug 5, 2010 21:03:16 GMT -5
Night saw the new boy come in and her urge to know what the new male's costume was began to get the better of her. She walked towards him in a hurry before he could leave. Her cape blew out behind her. She felt the urge to hum the Batman song. She caught up to him and smiled, "Excuse me, not to be a pest but may I ask whom you are playing? the costume is very interesting."
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Post by Rylee Goldshanks on Aug 5, 2010 21:23:27 GMT -5
((OOC: We're in the seventies, guys. Remember. We can play it off as some other Roxas, but video games like KH did not exist in the 1970s. XD))
Rylee's eyes caught sight of Alec and she moved swiftly over to intercept him. She knew he was trying to avoid her. She'd anticipated it. She enjoyed the chase.
"Alec! Darling!" she called, waving at him and pushing through the crowd to stand next to him. She wrapped her arm in his. "And who's this?" she said, looking at Night and smiling.
"Hi, I'm Rylee!" she introduced herself. "I'm Alec's date, although he'll probably duck his head and pretend that I'm nothing more than an embarrassment. He underestimated my abilities to stand out, I'm sure."
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Night Grey
First Year
Slytherin
I'm not small. I'm fun sized.
Posts: 59
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Post by Night Grey on Aug 5, 2010 21:27:37 GMT -5
(OOC: I know hense why I am Robin (the tv show was from the 60's and comics even earlier. Perhaps it should be posted somewhere that it is to be kept form the early 70's and before for costumes. Tis now all fixed.)
Night smiled, "My name is Night. I don't see why he wouldn't claim a beautiful queen bee such as your self" she took a once over look at Rylee and decided she best keep her eyes from wandering.
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Post by Eirwyn Lyla Hall on Aug 5, 2010 21:57:00 GMT -5
Eirwyn had been about to take Griffin up on the offer for a drink when a Slytherin girl appeared.
"Oh hey Griffin, Griffin Sosario. Remember me? I guess you survived your fight with the Willow."
"Uh, ya I did. Being beat up by that tree got me a date." Griffin looked down at her and grinned; the smile Eirwyn had worn all night widened. Normally she would have had a quick response about how she'd simply felt sorry for him, but tonight, she was too content to start petty arguments.
Then yet another girl showed up, taking the first girl's hand. She didn't look too happy with that, and Eir inched closer to Griffin. It looked to her that someone was about ready to hex someone; she'd rather not be on the receiving end of that person's wand.
"You guys look awesome."
Eirwyn giggled nervously. "Thanks. Um, you do too."
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Post by Griffin Sosario on Aug 6, 2010 18:52:46 GMT -5
Griffin stood there awkwardly for a moment, trying to decide something nice to say to these two strange girls to let them know that they were not wanted.
"Thanks. Um, you do too."
"Ya, you guy's costume are really good. Well, enjoy the ball, excuse us."
He gently squeezed Eirwyn's arm and led her away toward the refreshment table. He dipped the ladle in the the large punch bowl filled with some strange red liquid. After filling two cups, he handed one to Eirwyn. While looking around the room, he took a sip and nearly gagged. He swallowed what was in his mouth, but his throat was on fire.
"Um, Eir, does your punch taste kinda funny?"
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Post by Eirwyn Lyla Hall on Aug 6, 2010 20:14:06 GMT -5
"Um, Eir, does your punch taste kinda funny?"
Eirwyn took a sip from her cup and promptly made a face at the vaguely familiar, unpleasant burn while the liquid slid down her throat. That fire and the burning trail it blazed, it must have been...
"Firewhiskey," she stated with a displeased cough, "Someone spiked the punch." She set her cup down; there was no way she'd be drinking anymore of it that night. She'd rather pass out from dehydration than drink something so detestable.
Clasping her gloved hands in front of her awkwardly, Eirwyn cast a look toward Griffin. "I suggest you not drink any more," she said.
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Post by Griffin Sosario on Aug 6, 2010 22:58:57 GMT -5
"Firewhiskey, Someone spiked the punch. I suggest you not drink any more."
Griffin looked down at his drink, and though he kind of wanted to drink it, set it back down for Eirwyn. He had just gotten back on her good side, and he didn't want to screw it up now.
"Who on earth would do a thing like that? Anyway, do you wanna dance?"
He held out his arm in, what he hoped was a gentlemanly genture.
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Post by Xing Yan on Aug 7, 2010 5:41:27 GMT -5
Xing walked into the ball, dressed in his usual clothes. He stopped, startled at the sight before him. Where were all the tables? The chairs? Why was there music? Why were there people dressed so strangely? Xing was too stunned to move. You know that feeling how you're late for class, and you come in and everyone is staring at you? That's what Xing felt at that moment. He felt like everyone was staring at him like he was the weirdo. The door slammed behind him, but not loud enough over the drowning music. It was stuffy in there and Xing was having trouble breathing from the shock. He wanted to scream, to shout out why it was so noisy in here. But he couldn't. Why would he? He was too shy to.
At last, after a long time of blocking the doorway, he started recognising people. Or at least, one person. He saw Rose, sitting on her own, in a chair that was far too large for a single person. He walked over, slightly slouched, conscious about all the other people around him. He still felt like they were staring, probably thinking who in Hogwarts he was. He waved to Rose, squeezing next to her on the seat. "Hey!" Hoping he was heard over the noise. There were so many people in that place.
He noticed some were dancing in the middle whilst some huddled in corners, talking. Some people even looked... Drunk. Xing got worried, there was alcohol? They weren't even old enough for it. He made a mental note to not go anywhere near the people who were swaying on their feet.
He smiled at Rose. "How are you?" He asked, raising his voice a tad bit higher than last time. "Do you know what this is? I'm a bit lost." Xing was clearly too innocent. He didn't even know what a ball was.
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Post by Sophia Marianne on Aug 7, 2010 5:52:20 GMT -5
Sophia noticed she was late as soon as she set foot in the Great Hall. There were heaps of people already. She was late because her bride dress took far too long to put on. It was bulky and the room was hot. She was sweating already. She noticed a pair leave. The girl was quite pretty except her face looked... Masculine. Weird. Maybe she wasn't a girl after all.
Sophia hoped her bride costume was original. She could see princesses nearly everywhere. There was a bee. She thought that was cute. There was also a knight. The next person she saw made her giggle. He was a very cute asian, but he wasn't dressed up at all! She covered her mouth with one hand, giggling into it. She wouldn't have been heard over the sound of the music. The music sounded nice and soothing. She wandered towards a seat, sitting onto it before her dress dragged her down.
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Viola Stratford
First Year
Slytherin
Never was a girl with a wicked mind~
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Post by Viola Stratford on Aug 8, 2010 20:51:49 GMT -5
Viola tried to jerk her hand away from Elena. But, like at the duel club when she had taken Elena’s hand, she didn’t release her. It made her angry. All she wanted was for things to go back the way they were before they were complicated. She wanted to jinx her. No, she wanted more than that, she wanted to curse her. She wanted to kiss her. The thought made her blush, so she passed it off as anger. But… If looks could kill, Elena would have a dozen daggers in her face.
She attempted to regain her composure, she was supposed to be the cold, indifferent one now. Like she used to be, before Elena. “She’s right, you do look great.” She forced a large fake smile onto her face. That is, until she caught sight of herself in the mirror. It was quite alarming with the smile, and the blush, and the clothes. She stopped smiling.
"Someone spiked the punch." "Who on earth would do a thing like that?”
It was a good thing she was already blushing, she choked on her spiked punch and feigned ignorance. “Oh, is that what that is? I had no idea.”
She squeezed Elena’s hand, hard enough to feel a joint pop, and pulled her away as the other two left to dance. “What the hell is the matter with you, Elena? We’re supposed to be getting past all this ridiculousness!”
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