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PARTY!
Nov 19, 2005 15:50:30 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Nov 19, 2005 15:50:30 GMT -8
His eyes raised from off his shoes when she had laid her hand on his shoulder. His body shuddered from the warmth, as if just realizing how cold he had been outside. He smiled, his brain as frozen as his body, not really knowing how to respond. His body quivered, making his response rather comical, as it came out in sputters that only emphasized his nervous nature. "S-S.. Sur-r-e." He chided himself again. Why hadn't he said "I'd love to', or something a little more than what you might say to offered food. Something with maybe a little bit of wit or charm, something more than 'Sure'.. He continued to overanalyze everything, his mind moving at a million miles an hour whenever he spoke, but whenever she did, it stopped dead.
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PARTY!
Nov 19, 2005 16:27:16 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 19, 2005 16:27:16 GMT -8
Jean smiled and laughed warmly. "Good. I look forward to it." With that, she made her way to the other side of the gym, where her friends were calling to her.
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PARTY!
Nov 20, 2005 13:02:32 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Nov 20, 2005 13:02:32 GMT -8
The sink was a bright pink from the mixture of blood and water, the colors swirled and intertwined as they travelled through the pipes. Kris then put back on his gloves, and walked out of the door. The brightness os the hallway dissapaded as he enterd the gym once again. He climbed up the bleachers on the oppisite side of the rest of the group, and made his way to the metal poles keeping the speakers in place, he stood on it and looked all the way across and saw Michael. He was a little upset that he beat him to the highest point in the gym, but out of respect and the fact that maybe he had been wondering where he had been, he made a waving motion with two of his fingers. He then began to bob his head to the music as he walked to the exact middle point of the ceiling, the colorfull lights spreading throughout the room could not reach him, only the darkness. He scanned the room for something...or someone. As the song, "The last Firstborn" by celldweller blared through the speakers beneath him.
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PARTY!
Nov 26, 2005 16:11:58 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 26, 2005 16:11:58 GMT -8
((How is everyone getting onto the ceiling?! Oh yes... and is that song a slow one?))
Jean made it to her group of friends. Their conversation was about nothing, really. She hated that. Her galfriends were sometimes annoying.
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PARTY!
Nov 26, 2005 20:44:01 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Nov 26, 2005 20:44:01 GMT -8
Garret couldn't help but grin his head off. However, seeing Jean coming again he didn't want to look like a fool enraptured in his emotions, so he sort of shimmied off a little, heading to the bathroom.
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PARTY!
Nov 26, 2005 21:16:03 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Nov 26, 2005 21:16:03 GMT -8
(The next couple songs are gonna be slow, I guess, so people can post!)
Kris eyed the floor from his speaker seat. And saw what he was looking for. He snickered to himself as he leaped from the speakers to a basketball hoop, where he stood hanging for a moment. He then let go, and hit the ground hard, he got up dramatically and made his way over to his next objective.
...the newly filled punch bowl.
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PARTY!
Nov 27, 2005 0:23:06 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Nov 27, 2005 0:23:06 GMT -8
Bly was still in his seat where he had been before. He hadn't moved much, still not very comfortable. He had been approached several times by hopeful looking girls, but when he looked away and to the floor their smiles disappeared and they moved on. He wasn't stupid, he knew that it was his own fault that they left, but he couldn't seem to help it. It was like when you dig a hole and you know if you keep digging eventually you can't climb out, but you're still compelled to dig. Something like that. In truth, he was waiting.. But with every moment passed he felt more insecure and more like bolting for the door. He wished he could be more confident, like he had felt before, but it seemed too fleeting. He felt like he was close to finding it, though.. for some reason, he knew.
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PARTY!
Nov 27, 2005 12:08:28 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Nov 27, 2005 12:08:28 GMT -8
Garret washed his hands, something he did that set him apart from most other boys leaving the bathroom. He looked out the door for a moment, seeing no one was heading toward the lavitories. Maybe he could sneak one...Out of a pocket on the inside of his jacket he pulled out a carton of cigarettes. Patting his various pockets however he found that he either lost or dropped his lighter. It struck him that he had left it at home...Muttering a curse, he put the cigarette back into the carton and shoved it back into his jacket.
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Nov 30, 2005 7:12:59 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 30, 2005 7:12:59 GMT -8
((Oooohhh... evil.....))
Jean walks to Bly, her eyes shining. "Hey. You promised me a dance." She offered the boy her hand.
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PARTY!
Nov 30, 2005 8:29:23 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Nov 30, 2005 8:29:23 GMT -8
(( Just wanted to put up his pretense. )) Garret exited the bathroom looking slightly peeved, but not for long. The feeling passed and he began nodding to the rhythm of the song. He couldn't spot where everyone else was, they all seemed to move and everyone else in the room shifting as well. After a while he finally spotted the easiest-to-find-in-a-large-crowd Michael and began weaving and making his way through.
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Nov 30, 2005 14:37:16 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Nov 30, 2005 14:37:16 GMT -8
Kris popped in front of Garret. "Boo." He said, a cup of punch in his hands. He eyed Garret for a moment, taking note of a small rectangular box in his jacket pocket. He really didn't care what Garret was doing, if he complained about his acions, he would probably be jumped. Kris never really feared Garret, but he never liked starting arguments with people that were stronger than him. He would have to talk to Jean about this... But not now, it was a slow dance. Kris turned and threw his cup backwards without looking. A small, "ARGH! What the?!" Could be heard. "Come on Garret, everyone else is over here. And you may wish to hide whats in your left jacket pocket my friend."
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Nov 30, 2005 16:15:57 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Nov 30, 2005 16:15:57 GMT -8
"Hmmm its starting to get late maybe I should get going." Gerled thought to himself since he didn't really feel as if their was anything to do.
He began walking toward the gym doors when they opened and she came into the room.
She was wearing a nice red dress and her hair was up, this particular girls name was Amber, the girl that Gerled had had a crush on from almost the moment he saw her. His friends had always told him that she liked him and tried to persuade him to ask her out but he never did.
Gerled then felt a huge feeling of unease and decided to stay again.
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Dec 1, 2005 6:39:25 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 1, 2005 6:39:25 GMT -8
(Oooooooo! It's a slow dance!)
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Dec 2, 2005 9:02:53 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 2, 2005 9:02:53 GMT -8
Bly looked up once more at Jean, not having moved since last she left. It had seemed ages ago and yet only a moment. A slow dance? Already? He had the terrible sensation of dreading something at the same time he hoped for it. He took her hand hesitantly and stood up, letting himself be led along. " I know how to dance..." He thought silently to himself, "But will I remember how to move my feet??" He felt like his legs had somehow turned ethereal, not all there, fading in and out.
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Dec 3, 2005 19:36:34 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 3, 2005 19:36:34 GMT -8
(Haha, that is so you. +laughs+)
Michael was still up and in the beams of the cieling of the gym. He was leaning back against another pole, with his arms behind his head, relaxing. His mind was in another place, but the music was nice to listen to. On the beams, Michael was hidden quite well as he wore his usual black attire. Just listening to the music, Michael smiled as warm memories fluttered through out his mind like butterflies in a country field in summer.
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