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Post by assistant headmistress on Dec 21, 2010 0:01:27 GMT -5
[/size] if you are here, you are on or near a balcony located outside of the Ballroom, but still connected to the school.[/center][/ul] [/b][/code] If you leave the thread, use this: [b]-name- leaves the area.[/b] 2. At the dance, please wear formal clothing. This can be anything from a tux to a simple lolita coordinate, but do your best to avoid jeans and a tee shirt as much as possible. You may link an outfit for your character's post, but only link it once. 3. No alcohol, no murder, no sex, no drugging anyone's drinks. If two characters start to get into an inappropriate situation, the "fade to black" policy comes into effect. As soon as someone feels the need to start gratuitously mentioning private areas, you should either move it from the Ball Room or fade to black. 4. The dance starts at 7:00 sharp on the night before the students go home for Holiday, which happens to be on the 17th this year. It will continue officially until 12:00 am, but it may go later into the night, as this ending time is rather loose. (This is site time, correspinding to the school's time.) 5. The Yule Ball will start in real time on the 21st of December, and will continue for at least two weeks after that, or whenever the moderators feel the thread is winding down. 6. Keep track of your characters. There will be a lot of people posting here, so make sure you know who your character is with and what they are doing. Try to be active and post often. At the same time, don't steamroll people. Make sure that if you are involved with a plot with 2 or more people, you wait for everyone to have a chance to post before you post again. 7. It's okay to fight with another character, but please talk with the member who controls that character fist before starting a fight. 8. Students may come alone or with other student partners, and teachers may come alone or with other teacher partners. Teachers may not go with students, and vice versa. [/ul]
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Post by hecate cassandra castilo on Dec 21, 2010 14:51:55 GMT -5
Hecate enters the area.
The cold air bit into Hecate's exposed arms and cut through her thin, clingy dress, but did nothing ro releive the dizziness and detachment she was feeling. What's wrong with me? the floor of the balconey semed to tilt, the light of the full moon seeming to turn red in her vision. Oh... She grabbed the rail, leaning heavily on it for support. Her fac felt frozen and her body felt like it was burning all at once. I can't breath.... Hecate started to breath from her mouth, trying to get air. Orange and black spots danced in her sight, mixing with the red moonlight.
"Help..." she wimpered before everything went black and she fell forward over the balconey.
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 21, 2010 15:22:10 GMT -5
-Alaric- enters the area
Alaric retreated to balcony to clear his mind of the pretty redhead that he saw earlier. He stepped out and let the cool air chill not just his skin but his mind. Looking up, he noticed the moon was being devoured by the shadow of the earth. He smiled cruelly at the poor stone in the sky. Alaric noticed that he was not alone on the balcony. A young woman with black hair and an equally black dress was swaying slightly near the edge of the railing. That does not look good, Alaric thought. He quickened his pace to make sure she was alright. The young woman started to topple forward over the edge, he hair flying out behind her.
He rushed forward and caught the woman by the shoulder before she fell. She must be unconscious he assumed. Ever so gently, he placed her down on the cold stones, hoping that the cold stones would jolt her awake. They didn't, she remained in her unconscious state. He tapped the sides of her face with no avail. He let out a long sigh, this was troublesome. He went out to breathe and found trouble instead. He picked her up and began to carry her out of the balcony. He remembered that the school doctor, Dr. Ludvig, would be at the punch table. He would give the girl to him and resume his duties.
-Alaric and Hecate- leave the area
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 21, 2010 16:56:54 GMT -5
-Vivian- enters the area
A gash of could winter air caused Vivian to shiver. She fet some what detached from th beautiful ball going on inside. Although she loved dancing she didn't feel like it just now. The cold air suited her mood and the snowflakes slowly starting to fll from heavns filled her heart with melancholy. The words of her father's letter wre engraved in her heart. Do as I say or else I will tell Maria what you have not. The wedding day is on the spring.
"The snow in the air to sing me a lullaby my winter, come hither to me
The dark nights to come so, kiss me for good-bye the grace of the godland is near to you
Show me the flowers invisible Sing me the hymns inaudible The wind is my voice The moon is my heart Come find me, I'm on every hills and fields I'm here... ever your near... Sing for your love, gone so far in the past Pray for the world, that you may rest in peace
The snow in the air to sing me a lullaby the angel of rebirth is here
So let all your pain Sleep within the husha-by The grace of the godland Grace of the godland grace of the godland is near... So close to you"
Her voice was like a flute. She wasn't singing, it was more like a poem recited. It was filled with her melancholy and detachedness. She felt her life was changing. Unknown fears where before her. The wind was in her curls, not destroying them but making them flutter around her face. It's time to give up the lotuses. Reality is here she thougth and a silent tear fell to her face. Oh how she wished it wasn't so.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 21, 2010 19:18:16 GMT -5
OJ enteres the area
OJ walked up behind Vivian, his hands clasped behind his back. She had a very lovely voice, he realized. Even when she wasn't singing, the way her voice rose and fell was gorgeous. But she sounded so sad! OJ couldn't stand it when people were sad around him. He wanted everyone to be happy.
He approached her with a soft smile. "Hey," he greeted. "There's my date. We haven't even had a single dance together and you're eager to leave me. Am I so repulsive?" he asked jokingly. With his thumb, he wiped the tear off her face. Then he pulled her into a tight hug. "I wish you'd tell me what's wrong, Vivi. I might not be able to do anything, but at least you wouldn't be going into this all alone."
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 21, 2010 19:26:52 GMT -5
"OJ" Vivian blushed when he hugged her. "I'm sorry. I needed some fresh air. This corset is killing me." It was partially true. She felt quite restricted both physically and mentally. She hoped he had not heard her recite that poem. It could give him the wrong impression.
"Oh yes we definetly should dance" she said with a smile on her face. "What are they playing rigth now? I'd love a tango."
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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 21, 2010 19:38:44 GMT -5
There she went, smiling again. She couldn't fool him. He laughed at her request for a tango. "They say that's a very passionate dance," he commented as he put his hands around her waist and situated her hands around his shoulders. "A good way to express rage and anger. But I'd rather we stay out here a little bit," he said as he began to rock back and forth with her. They weren't really dancing; OJ was mostly making up the beat and the rhythm as he went along. But it was intimate and friendly. "So," he began. "Have I ever told you about my sister?"
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 22, 2010 1:24:52 GMT -5
Vivian smiled quite mischiefously. This was a rarely seen expression. "I know. I still love it however." It's the only way to show the little passion left in me "I still like waltz too." She followd OJ's movements softly and quietly.
Th mention of his sister made her look to his eyes with suprise. "You haven't." She had never heard he had a sister. "Is she younger or older than you?"
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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 22, 2010 1:34:58 GMT -5
"I don't talk about her much," OJ said as he swayed back and forth with Vivian. "You see, it's kinda difficult to say it to other people. Her name is Caroline, and she's younger than me." He paused to lick his lips, a common vice for whenever he felt nervous or anxious. He tried to smile past it. "She got sick a few years back. Really sick. She's basically lived in the hospital since we found out about it. The doctors are surprised that she's lived as long as she has. They don't think she'll make it to see twenty."
He stopped, think of his sister. "I remember crying to hard when I found out," he admitted with a chuckle. "I didn't want to lose my sister. She's easily the best friend I have. But you know, she's really brave. She knows her days are numbered. But she never once let it get her sad. She's always telling me, 'Andrew, you have to be happy! If everyone were sad about everything, what kind of world would we be living in?'' He smiled down at Vivian. "So I took her advice. I try to be happy, and I try to make everyone else around me happy. Because she's right. If we let everything get us upset without fixing the problem, then we're just cursing ourselves to a life of misery."
OJ wrapped his arms around Vivian again. "That's why I don't want to see you sad, Vivian. I want to see you fight for your right to be happy. Otherwise... you'll never be happy again."
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 22, 2010 1:42:01 GMT -5
Vivian felt pitiful. "OJ... Your sister is very wise. But my days are numbered too and I can't do anything about it. Or I could but it would destroy someone elses happiness." Se thougth of Maria sitting in hr deisigner dresses at hom wishing for her husband to come home. " I can not harm that person. She is far too important to me." She smiled bravely and releazing her other hand made a little piroutte.
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