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Post by onora dare anderson on Dec 28, 2010 1:21:43 GMT -5
-Onora- enters the area.Nora was always late to events like this, no matter how hard she tried. She had planned her coordinate ( www.polyvore.com/onora_at_yule_ball/set?id=26435715) days before and aired it out that morning, and as far as she could tell, her dress looked perfect--the heavily ruffled skirt of the jumper overlaid by a gossamer silk one of the same color, both held out by immaculate layers of petticoats to a proper maiden length, both just a shade lighter than her eyes. No, the dress was fine, and so were the accessories, for that matter (though she was more than a little chilly, as she had foolishly forgotten a wrap). It was her stupid hair that had made her late. Too long, too thick, too unruly to hold a proper curl without a fight, it had rejected the valiant efforts of both straightening and curling irons for hours. Once Nora found her hairspray, hidden in the corner of her trunk (was it possible that she'd gone so many weeks without depleting the ozone layer in pursuit of perfect ringlets?) the dance had nearly begun. The fact that it was (mostly) in place now, naturally twirled and flipped at the tips and a few dark-blonde curls pinned artfully back with a matching fog blue corsage, was small comfort to Nora. She had wanted to come--wanted to dress up, really--but she always forgot that parties made her a little nervous, more so because she still didn't know very many people yet. A few groups of people were milling around the table, and Nora didn't know anyone yet, so she mustered up her courage. "Do they decorate it this way every year?" she quietly asked the blonde girl on her left. "I can't believe I'm here sometimes, it's so beautiful..."
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
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A rowan means mystery
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Post by rowan anne hall on Dec 28, 2010 1:25:39 GMT -5
"I like dancing. I've been trained ballet and in the waltz. I did stop a couple years ago so I am a bit rusty." She laughed a bit and smoothed her red hair out. It was true, she was rusty and she had even been caught attempting to practice. A voice behind her caught her attention. The voice was speaking very fast and in a very nervous tone. It sounded like Levi's.
And it was. She turned her head and smiled. She got very happy, she was asked to dance after all. "Of course I will dance with you Levi! I'm really happy you asked me," she exclaimed, her face beaming. Oh, to dance again, her heart gave a little thump in excitement. Levi started to talk again, saying something about leaving. "Don't go silly," she said, grabbing his wrist. "It's terribly improper, and rude, to ask a lady to dance and then talk about leaving!"
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Post by edward adam guildenstern on Dec 28, 2010 23:32:51 GMT -5
Edward noted the boy who had approached Levi from behind. They appeared to know each other, and yet the boy was a bit nervous. Maybe he should learn take lessons in socializing. Edward shook his head sadly. Seeing such well dressed people go to waste depressed him. He stopped then and looked to Ellyllon, who was white as a sheet and radiating discomfort. Was it something to do with me asking to dance with her? Maybe she was wearing the wrong shoes....however, checking without looking rude would be next to impossible. Edward sighed in exasperation.
The cake, half eaten, stared him in the face. Edward took a few bites, then spoke. "Miss Ellyllon, if you don't wish to dance for whatever reason, that's fine. I would enjoy sitting here with you just as much, you see." He took another bite of cake, and gently placed his fork down after he was done. "If you're too nerved, don't feel pressured. These chairs are rather comfortable as well."
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 29, 2010 1:25:11 GMT -5
Alaric was about to reach the tables, but some other boy got there first. A small flame of anger surged in his breast at the unknown young man. He paused, this anger was irrational, he had no reason to be annoyed with this person. Bah..... it just made no sense.
He continued walking down the tables an eventually he came close enough to catch a bit of the conversation. Was the boy asking her to dance? If he was, it was done in a terrible fashion. No sense of delicacy at all. He huffed a bit as he drew closer, the little flame of anger or annoyance grew as if they were fanned. He made his face into a mask of cool indifference, no point on letting his emotion show. Glancing, he turned his attention to the dance floor. A young man in white was dancing with a young lady. He found it a bit hard to look away from them but he tore his eyes from the sight. Wait.... was that Dr. Ludvig and he was dancing with a student? Odd.... I thought we weren't allowed. I guess not. I should dance at least once, make it look like I'm not unapproachable
He might just ask that girl to dance then....
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Post by levi sven crevatin on Dec 29, 2010 1:32:02 GMT -5
Levi was about to turn away from the table when he heard her response. It both shocked him and it also filled him with courage and pride. For once going out on a limb had helped him.
He turns back around still blushing, red all over his face, but with a big grin appearing on his face. "R-really?" Levi interjected," I am flattered you would actually want to dance with someone like me. I can never seem to say what I want."
He was getting dragged away from the table at this point, still ecstatic. He was going to ignore the glaring man, he looked upset that he was talking to Rowan; was it such a crime to talk to one of his friends? Maybe he would talk to him another time. This is the time for dance. "I don't know how to dance, I hope I can keep up with you as well!" he blurted randomly. "I-I I am sorry for being so rude though, I didn't mean to sound that way."
Levi was consumed with joy, but mainly with discontent at about how he asked Rowan to dance. He hates getting so flustered at everything.
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
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Post by rowan anne hall on Dec 30, 2010 1:42:32 GMT -5
She had grabbed his hand and began to lead him away from the tables. "It is fine. I know how to do the waltz at least. I can lead if you would like." She paused only a few feet away. She didn't want to start to dance in the middle of the song so she would wait. Rowan, gently tugging Levi along, went to go stand at the edge of the dance floor.
-Rowan and Levi- leave the area
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ellyllon mary arthur
Third Year Moderator
seventeen years old
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
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Post by ellyllon mary arthur on Dec 31, 2010 0:38:25 GMT -5
[/i] did this have to happen when she was wearing her nicest clothes- and at the Yule Ball as well? As another wave of pain and nausea hit Ellyllon full force, she clutched her stomach and bent over. A whimper threatened to escape her lips but she bit her tongue, furiously holding it back. Elly forced herself to stand straight, and she hoped Edward hadn't noticed. Trying to be casual, she lifted her cup of punch to her lips, holding back a scream. She did not notice the girl who had approached her, and nor did she hear her question. Pain was thumping loudly in her ears, blocking off all sounds. Her eyes were watering, her lips trembling as she set her punch down upon the table once more, slopping the pink liquid down the side of the cup which held it. Ellyllon felt suffocated in this dark, musty environment. Her breathing quickened; she was hyperventilating, wheezing to keep herself from crying out. Her arms clenched herself, trying to hold in the pain that was eating her nerves, slashing her lower half with sharp, dirty claws. Feeling bile climb into the back of her throat, Ellyllon could take it no longer. She struggled to her feet, pushing her chair over as she did. There was no time to right it; she felt as if she would explode if she did not get some kind of fresh air soon. "Excuse me," Ellyllon gasped, her words a mess of pain and desperation, her face white as a sheet. She and stumbled from the tables, her breathing heavy and her knees quivering. She rushed from the place as fast as she could, feeling as though she might throw up if she did not get some air. Ellyllon leaves the area.[/ul]
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Post by edward adam guildenstern on Dec 31, 2010 0:59:45 GMT -5
Edward was snapped from his silent contemplation by a sudden movement. He looked up to see Ellyllon who had fallen sick, or so he assumed, because she looked positively green in the face and about to throw up. Was there something in the punch for real? Well, if there was, everyone would be getting sick. A girl had approached Ellyllon, however Ellyllon had been in such a rush to get, well, somewhere that she had blatantly ignored her. Edward made a mental note to scold her later about it. He looked over to the spurned girl. "I'm sorry, Miss." He made sure to note what she looked like for a future occasion. "She seems to be ill. I apologize." Edward bowed slightly when he stood up.
Ellyllon didn't seem to be headed to the washrooms. Instead, she seemed to be rushing to the balcony. He made a move to nod to Rowan and Levi, but they had left already without him noticing. Perhaps they were going to dance? Edward shook his head, and headed after Ellyllon. He hoped to find one of the doctors on the way, but he doubted he would be able to. Instead, he walked off in the direction of the balcony. He supposed, if he needed to, the doctors would probably be near the banquet anyway.
Edward leaves the area.
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Post by elenora lucrezia biancardi on Jan 1, 2011 23:03:07 GMT -5
Elenora enters the area.
Leave it to the English to ban alcohol at a formal dance, Elenora thought with disgust. Although, it probably wouldn’t do half the girls here too much good. She watched from the tables as her classmates ran left and right, fainting and apparently having anxiety attacks from the looks of it. It almost wasn’t worth it to nurse the glass of water she’d gotten from the banquet before tripping over someone. It certainly wasn’t strong enough for someone used to wine at dinner and after. Elenora’s eyes slid to the droplets of condensation form around the glass and slide down to the tablecloth.
A frown formed at the corners of the girl’s lips. Part of her was completely aghast at the behavior she was witnessing from her classmates. Yet another part of her was somewhat annoyed at everyone else, including the teachers, running around and lending to the chaos even while they tried to keep order.
Still, another part of Elenora was annoyed that she still hadn’t made a single friend at the Academy to keep her company in an event like this. After being trained not to cause a scene, Elenora’s expressions didn’t betray the annoyance and frustration she felt. But, someone might be able to notice the strain at her jaw line and at her neck. She watched a handful of people leave the tables for elsewhere, and took another sip of her water.
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Post by onora dare anderson on Jan 2, 2011 0:17:44 GMT -5
Onora watched another person arrive at the table out of the corner of her eye. Dark-haired and striking, the other girl seemed a little bit imposing and almost irritated with the proceedings as she nursed a sweating glass of water. Onora hadn't really registered exactly what had happened at the tables--she could tell that someone was ill, but was too distracted by all of the Yule Ball goings-on to analyze it further. Beautifully dressed boys and girls cavorting through a Victorian ballroom? It barely seemed real.
She looked again at the new addition to the table, who was glaring at something Onora couldn't see as she sipped. It wasn't the friendliest expression at all, but Onora reasoned that she could just be uneasy being by herself--much as Onora herself was, in fact. "Hi," she said. A brilliant conversation-starter. The Yule Ball was a wonderful time to act like a dork. "Your dress is really beautiful," she offered, smiling slightly.
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