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Post by admin on Feb 12, 2011 19:15:28 GMT -5
[/size] if you are here, you should be one of these people:
rowan hall caitlyn harrison viljo tawast andrew oh charlie watson
[/center][/ul] [/b][/code] If you leave the thread, use this: [b]-name- leaves the area.[/b] 2. 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. 3. Have fun and meet new people! <3[/ul]
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
Posts: 60
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Feb 13, 2011 18:54:58 GMT -5
Caitlyn enters the area.
Caitlyn swept her gaze around, but to no avail. She was the first one to arrive at her table and no one seemed to be on their way to her table. She cautiously sat down, smoothing her homemade jumperskirt as she did so. It was a red tartan jumperskirt with a heart front with delicate white lace trim. A red bow sat at her waist where the heart and the skirt met. The skirt had two small pocket on the front, each adorned with a little ribbon bow. Along the hem of her skirt was an eyelet cotton lace that, if one was observant would notice that the eyelets were little hearts. Under the jumperskirt Caitlyn wore a puff-sleeved blouse. Her outfit was literally topped off with a headbow of the same tartan fabric atop her curly blonde wig.
Caitlyn looked down into her lap and gazed intently at her nails. Her thumb nails were each adorned with a little heart--all in the spirit of Valentine's Day. She wasn't really looking for anyone as a romantic interest (because she already had one) but rather just to meet new people.
With a sigh, she reached into her purse and pulled out a thin volume and opened to the first page and began reading. As such, she waited.
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Feb 14, 2011 0:29:02 GMT -5
Viljo wondered why he was involved in this event. Had he signed up for this? He couldn't remember. In fact, he was certain he hadn't signed up. Maybe the school had signed him up accidently. Or...
"Ricard!" he said out loud as he took his seat at the table. He did this. He was certain of this fact now. His counselor had been trying to convince him to interact more. Of course he would sign him up for speed dating.
There was already a student at the table and, he was unsurprised to discover that she had a book open. "Well, it looks like we already have something in common. Neither of us want to be here today."
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
Posts: 149
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Post by rowan anne hall on Feb 14, 2011 8:50:16 GMT -5
-Rowan- enters the area
Rowan casually walked into the area, even though her heart hammered in her chest. If she was being honest with herself, which she was, she would say she was nervous. She was wearing a deep red jumperskirt with a slim black blouse underneath. She had a black purse with a bow on it where she snuck in her IPod that had a collection of books just waiting for heard to read.
She fiddled with the cuff of her blouse before taking a seat. Her nerves settled once she saw who was there. So far, Viljo and Caitlyn. A smile poked it's way out and on to her mouth.
"Hello Viljo and Caitlyn. " she greeted them with a smile. Sneaking out her IPod, she hid it under the table and flipped to a random story.
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
Posts: 60
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Feb 21, 2011 10:52:13 GMT -5
Caitlyn was deeply enthralled in her book when a boy loudly exclaimed "Ricard!" in obvious annoyance. Caitlyn peeked up to see who it was. The boy spotted her and mentioned how they already have something in common in not wanting to be here today. Caitlyn smiled at the firey personality the boy had as she put away her little book. She sorely wanted to get back to it, but that was going to have to wait. After all, she didn't sign herself up to read.
"I wouldn't say that," Caitlyn said. "I was just reading while I waited for more people. Hi, I'm Caitlyn." Caitlyn offered her hand.
At that moment, Rowan walked into the area, sporting a lovely coordination that almost seemed to counterbalance Cailtyn's brighter outfit with its more serious tones. Rowan greeted the two with a smile, and Caitlyn discovered that the boy's name was Viljo.
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Feb 21, 2011 12:20:44 GMT -5
Viljo took Caitlyn's hand, a bit nervous and unsure what to do with it. He hadn't taken an etiquitte class yet so he only knew what he thought the proper response might be. He lifted Caitlyn's hand carefully and kissed the top of it with his lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Caitlyn. I'm Viljo Tawast."
He released her hand, after holding onto it slightly longer than he should have. He smiled as Rowan entered and greeted him. "Hello, Rowan. You don't seem like your usual self without your archery equipment on you today."
"So, how are the two of you doing today?" He wondered if this became the first question in this strange event.
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
Posts: 149
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Post by rowan anne hall on Feb 21, 2011 16:37:44 GMT -5
She laughed heartily. "One must leave the weapons at home if she wishes to join polite society eh?" she chuckled. Her fingers weren't twitching or itching so it was a good sign. She smiled, nearly smirking as she saw Viljo kiss Caitlyn's hand, it was cute. Perhaps sparks would fly later?
"I am doing just fine and dandy. Shall we get something to nibble on while we wait for the others?"
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
Posts: 60
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Feb 21, 2011 22:25:08 GMT -5
Caitlyn had extended her hand for a shake and instead got something else entirely.
Caitlyn felt her cheeks become warm from Viljo's tender gesture. His soft grip on her hand lingered for a moment after he kissed her hand, and his touch lingered even longer than his hold. "A pleasure," Caitlyn said with a small intake of breath.
Viljo greeted Rowan upon her arrival and then addressed the two girls with a general question. Caitlyn smiled at Rowan's wit before answering the question herself. "I'm doing very well. I look forward to what this event has to offer." I very much look forward to today, Caitlyn thought inwardly, blushing again.
Rowan, too, answered the question, and asked if anyone wanted to eat anything. "No, thank you Rowan," Caitlyn said pleasantly. "I don't have much of an appetite, but don't hesitate to help yourself."
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Post by charles william watson on Feb 22, 2011 7:38:17 GMT -5
Charlie enters the area
Charlie looked around for the table to which he was assigned. He wasn't excited about this event. His father would have detested this sort of petty event. What made him decide to sign up? He thought that it was upon the suggestion of a teacher. I'm sure it was. The teacher had told him that it was a "formal" event, a suit-and-tie or tuxedo night.
Charlie never lacked any of those. Tonight, he was wearing a black three-piece Vivienne Westwood tuxedo suit, tailored and altered to fit him to a "T", with a deep red Italian silk bow tie and matching red handkerchief folded away on his left breast pocket. He had forgotten his hair, and but it was good today and it sat in neat curls around his face and one his head. But still, Charlie was uncomfortable. He hadn't worn anything half as formal since Christmas 2009 for a formal concert and dinner party his father had organised. As his eye scanned the room, he felt his heart sink further - his outfit seemed far too stiff and formal compared to all the others. And his clothes, without even trying, were far too pompous.
But what really confused him was the concept of a "group date". He had no idea what it was. Charlies fingers fidgeted restlessly and he gulped as his nervous, darting eyes spotted his table. Reluctantly, he made his way over to it.
As he drew nearer to the table, he could hear a conversation beginning between the three students already seated. He tried inconspicuously to sit down on an empty seat but with little success, for as he pulled out his chair he tripped over and stumbled forward a little. He cursed himself silently. After regaining his composure and hoping he hadn't caused a ruckus, he proceeded to sit down. Giving a curt nod to the others on the table without eye contact, he said quietly "Erm, good evening."
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Feb 22, 2011 9:16:42 GMT -5
Caitlyn held onto his hand for a bit longer after he had taken it. Viljo also noticed the slight color that had added to her face. He let his finger drift as it was pulled back, almost caressing Caitlyn's hand as she pulled away. Had he embarrassed her? He was so very confused.
He brushed the ruffles of the frontage of his blouse. He had opted today to go with more of a ouji style outfit and had picked a style that looked more like a riding outfit that his typical kodona style. He wore a soldid black velvet riding vest that he clipped his silver pocket watch to. The blouse underneath was a white ruffled number that he had fastened a simple bowtie to the collar of. He still wore bloomers, black as well like the vest, but the bottoms were covered in a pair of riding boots. His eye patch for today was a simple one, large enough to hide the scars, but of nothing more than a bit of lace. To top off the outfit, he added a riding hat.
When Rowan asked if either of them wanted something to eat, he considered going with her. It would give him a moment to flee from this event. However, this departure would be a temporary one at best. He looked at her as he considered this and finally shook his head. "I'm too nervous for food, thank you though." He smiled brightly in Rowan's direction.
Then, a new comer arrived. "Hello there," he said extending his hand. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Viljo Tawast."
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