 |
|
|
|
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/community.gif) crescentcity
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) ccimods | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Characters: Everyone! Setting: Friday, February 11, 2011 Content: Do we really need to ask? NSFW Summary: It's the Valentine's Day dance! Get grooving! CCI's main hall had been decked out to the nines for the annual Valentine's Day dance. Red, pink, and white streamers and hearts hung from the ceiling. The usual snack table had been set up with a deep red table cloth and lined with trays of snacks and bowls of punch. The lighting was a bit hazy, giving a romantic hue to the room... but not too romantic! Professors were on the alert for inappropriate behavior. Charmed papier-mache hearts floated through the dance, occasionally exploding and sending jets of glitter to the dance floor. The music was loud and energetic and the hall way already flooding with students dressed in their best and dancing. OOC: Plese tag yourselves in! Remember there are chaperons!Tags: !event, apple evans, brian redd, charles oliver, ella parry, francios prideaux, ginger mcavery, gregoire leclair, jennifer parry, jessica sommer, marianne parker, meka palakiko, seraphim donnelly-rosseau, shelby ginnish, simon burford, sol garcia, tatum donnelly, yevgeni de kooning
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
It was another dance, and her step-mom seemed to be catching onto this theme of Tatum actually going to them. She had received her dress almost a week before the actual night of the dance and it had been hanging on it's hanger on the back the door in her room, like a looming pink nightmare. She had been trying to avoid thinking about it, but knew the day to actually wearing it was getting closer and closer. Now fully dressed up, feeling foreign all over except for her feet, Tatum was fidgeting uncomfortably with the top of the dress, giving it a rough pull upward. It kept sliding down, and even with the padded bra she had been sent to go with it, there wasn't much improvement. Between the god awful outfit, Frankie seemed to be in some kind of piss that Tatum just couldn't put her finger on. Asking about it seemed sort of dangerous, and she wasn't sure she wanted to go there. It would be best to salvage what was left of the night. Glancing over at her taller than usual girlfriend, Tatum offered a little smile. "You wanna go smoke or something? It's still pretty early," she suggested, turning to glance at the crowd as she said it. Some people were around, but most were just showing up. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
From: mylollipop |
Date: February 10th, 2011 08:05 pm (UTC) |
| (Link) |
Ginger/Open
|
An hour as a suitable amount of time to be late, Ginger thought. And considering she had to get dolled up for this sort of event, she didn't think there was a need to rush. More importantly, she figured, there was a need to make sure certain other people were going first. After all, she didn't believe in wasted efforts either. And tonight? Was not about having a good dance. No, tonight was about teaching a few queen bees and one asshole that there are some 'bitches' you don't mess with. And to think, she was so nice to this poor souls normally. They weren't even worth her effort most of the time, but she gave them all her attention. Aww. What a shame she had to teach them better. And for now she had three poor unfortunate souls on her list- Michi, Sim and that fucking bitch Frankie. Heh. Revenge was sweet, wasn't it? |
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
When she felt she was finally far enough away from Frankie, Tatum actually stopped running. She had a terrible stitch in her side, and slouched over a bit almost as soon as she stopped, gasping for breath. Between the crying and the running, she was sure anyone who saw her must have thought she had really gone mental or something. She felt exhausted, smoking and getting worked up taking off like that didn't go together. She felt like her lungs were going to burst. She made her way over to the side of the building, hearing the dance going on inside, she leaned up to the wall, closing her eyes. Her cheeks were still soaked with tears, and she probably had mascara running everywhere. Her dress, already nothing to be admired, had fallen again. She gave it a great yank up, and fumbled around until she had another cigarette out. She lit it up with shaking hands, and leaned back more fully on the wall, beginning to cry again. This was officially the worst night of her life to date. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
From: mylollipop |
Date: February 10th, 2011 09:46 pm (UTC) |
| (Link) |
Ginger/Frankie (?)
|
Oh she'd seen Tatum take off in a tear, and Ginger couldn't help but smirk. She'd leave the teary-eyed girl for Amber to handle as she, herself, turned and a bee line for the other girl.
Frankie. By the time Ginger was done with her, she hoped the fucking bitch more than learned her lesson about calling people fat. And if she hadn't? Well Ginger didn't really expect herself to give up torturing the other girl after one go. What fun would that be? And besides, her BGF wasn't here to enjoy this with her. There would have to be repeats, just so he could join in.
"Aww," she said as she came up to Frankie, putting on her best sympathetic expression. "What's the matter? Are you alright? I saw your friend running away, and I just thought...maybe you'd like to...talk?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
From: imperfectly |
Date: February 12th, 2011 04:48 pm (UTC) |
| (Link) |
Sera/Jenny
|
By a little after nine, Sera and Jenny had been dancing for almost an hour and were soon in need of a quick break. Sera had been worried about taking Jenny as her date, worried for Jenny mostly. She knew she wasn't ready to come out yet, and Sera understood that. Dancing worked though, they always danced together, nothing different going on here.
At the end of the next song, Sera grabbed Jenny by the hand, low to her side where no one could see. It wasn't like they had never held hands before but Sera felt more of a need to not be seen now. Like some how everyone would suddenly know if they saw them, no things were different now. "You wanna go get a drink or something?" Sera smiled, still holding Jenny's hands at her side.
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
There were very few ways this night could get any worse than it already had.
Tatum genuinely didn't know why she hadn't gone back to her room, except for the fleeting hope that Frankie might come back for her, and they could make up and forget this whole thing. She didn't think it was going to happen so easily or so soon, but she couldn't help hoping desperately for it.
After managing just barely to free herself from Amber's clutches, she had gone inside for a moment, hoping to see if she could find Sera. When that plan fell through, it was like another hit to the gut, and she sulked her way back out onto the commons again, frowning the whole way.
She didn't know what else to do, and she was at a loss. Without thinking much about it, she crossed the grass, heading over to where she and Frankie had smoked early, standing behind the same shrub and ducking down slightly to get another cigarette. Her one earlier had been spoiled by Amber, and it was either smoke her head off or cry her eyes out at this point, and she didn't think she could handle more crying.
When she was little, her father used to tell her that if she kept crying so much, they'd have to put her on an IV. That memory made her smile a little in spite of herself, as she inhaled deeply, unaware of anyone else around her.
Really, she either wanted to be alone, or be with Frankie. And if the latter wasn't happening, the former would have to do.
But not for long, it would seem.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Hunter had no idea where she had gotten the half-eaten chocolate bar in her fist, but it was Valentines day, and weren't you supposed to eat chocolate? It was after twelve now, and the dance had been long and adventurous, all their planning had paid off, but now it was time to go home. Time to go home and sleep off the flask of Jager she had been nursing from her purse the whole night. Between dancing, cigarettes, and socializing, she couldn't complain. She was one of the last to leave the hall, keeping herself steady until she left the building, not wanting to rouse any suspicion from the chaperones. She had been drinking at school dances too long to get caught up that easily. It wasn't until she was closer to the woods, with half a bar still in hand and most of the flask in her stomach, that her stomach actually began to rebel. Dropping the chocolate, the blonde hunched over slightly to a nearby bush, gagging loudly. |
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
Previous
