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Post by violet rose pearson on Dec 25, 2010 20:55:50 GMT -5
"Well thank you, Mr. Vincent," Violet said with a twinge of disappointment in her voice. "If you see Froid, could you let me know. She's pretty easy to spot with her blue hair."
Instead of running off, she grabbed a plate for food and began filling plate with a variety of different foods. She didn't grab much of any one type of food, but the size of her plate quickly filled up. She also slid a roll or two into her back wrapped up carefully in a napkin.
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Post by vincent james snape on Dec 29, 2010 19:58:04 GMT -5
Vincent nodded. "Of course," he said quietly. The punch had been quickly mopped up by now, and looking up at Andrew, he extended a hand for the other mop. "I can take that, Andrew," he said with a slight, nervous smile. "You go enjoy the rest of the ball."
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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 31, 2010 11:32:08 GMT -5
OJ, too, had been caught up in mopping the spot where the punch had fallen. He, along with Mr. Vincent, had destroyed any remaining speck of punch. Still, the act of cleaning had put him in a sort of stupor. So when Mr. Vincent requested the mop, OJ stood straight slowly and blinked stupidly at the gardener for a bit before realizing what was being requested from him.
"Oh, sorry!" he thrust the mop into the gardener's hands. "Thanks for the help, Mr. Vincent. Don't spend too long straightening up, okay? We want you to enjoy this dance, too," he said with a distracted smile.
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Post by vincent james snape on Dec 31, 2010 14:36:48 GMT -5
"No problem. I don't mind. Have fun," he said with a little nod as he set the dripping mops in the bucket and made a quick escape from the area.
Vincent leaves the area
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 31, 2010 14:46:11 GMT -5
Junko watched the gardener go with narrowed eyes before flashing a glare at where the puddle of punch used to be. It was wet, but there wasn't a single trace of red liquid anymore. Moving rigidly, Junko picked up the punch bowl, which had just sat forgotten and dejected on the floor, and placed it underneath the table. The kitchen would send out another punch bowl soon enough, and they could pick up the old one when they stopped by. The event had gone and past. No one would care anymore.
She relaxed, swinging out her shoulders. "I knew I should've stayed in bed," she muttered to herself. When the kitchen brought out the new bowl, she would have to go back to guarding it. This is why she hated school dances. There was nothing fun for her to do at all.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 31, 2010 14:51:49 GMT -5
OJ felt his body grow more and more tense as each second passed. Mr. Vincent was gone. His date, Vivian, was nowhere to be seen. The crowd had dispersed, leaving him essentially alone with Miss Junko. She was so gorgeous in her black cocktail dress. The fabric hugged her every curve. The sight of her made him both embarrassed and weak in the knees. Their other night together was still in his mind. No doubt she was angry at him, still. She was angry, right? OJ could never really be so sure. The woman was sort of hard to read sometimes.
Still, this was a golden opportunity. He slowly approached Miss Junko as she put the punch bowl under the table. Smiling nervously, he tapped her on the shoulder. "M-Miss Junko? M-m-may I have this next dance?"
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 31, 2010 22:08:48 GMT -5
Junko blinked, surprised. Andrew was asking for a dance with her? Didn't he realize how dangerous that was? Her eyes flickered back and forth. No, there were far too many people here at the ball. Maybe at any other school, where the teachers were forty years older than their students, dancing together would have been acceptable. But here, teachers were hardly older than the pupils that they taught. Surely there was a strong stigma against teachers and students consorting too much.
Junko was not dumb or oblivious enough to not notice the way Andrew behaved around her. He got all funny when she was around. He did not keep it his infatuation secret from anyone. Surely some people may have noticed it. Maybe others would have put two and two together. If she were to dance with him, then everyone would get suspicious.
No, her job and her money were more important than a fling with a teenager.
She smiled softly at the boy. "I'm sorry, Andrew," she replied quietly. "I think it's for the best if we don't..." Surprisingly, the words hurt to say. She tucked her face out of sight and pulled out her compact. She made a big deal about fixing her blond mane in the mirror. She was probably breaking his heart, she realized. She had to soften the blow somehow. "These types parties are lame, anyway," she said with light annoyance. "I'm going to skip out and go to bed early."
With a snap, the compact mirror shut tightly in her hands. "You should go to bed soon, too, Andrew. Don't let these types of parties distract you from your studies."
Turning on her heels, Junko left the ballroom. She didn't look back. Yes, punch guarding duties or not, she was going to go back into her room, change into her pajamas, and try to find some wine to enjoy in privacy. And if Andrew wanted to come visit her in the night again, she wouldn't dare say no...
Junko has left the area
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