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| Venom | Mar 10 2009, 12:38 AM Post #121 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 width=469 bgcolor=#5A5757 style="border:0px solid #5A5757;"> <tr> <td background=http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm72/insane-in-shadows/two.png height="332"> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <br> Clearing his throat, Jim stared down at Nyida as he held her hand. His other hand was placed on her waist. He was smiling. "You...look nice, Nyida." He muttered and then, glancing around, he spotted Fredrick enter the floor with Hazel. His smile widened and he nodded in acknowledgment of the older male. Turning back toward Nyida, Jim gripped her hand. "Are...you ready?" He knew that she was nervous; he could see it in her mannerisms. Well, at least that was comforting in an odd way. Jim knew he wasn't the only one that was shaking inside. </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Mar 10 2009, 12:55 AM Post #122 |
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Nyida's cheeks fell in a small blush as her head bowed down a bit. "Thanks Jim." He's really different from the other night in the park. She thought. Wonder which is the 'real' Jim. Straightening her stance, Nyida started to remember what Sasha taught her, her body was completely tense (although this was hard to tell) while her face grew a small grin. "You glanced at Fred, you two have a bet going on?" Yes, this woman and her bets. Nonetheless, something was going on with Fred and Jim. Maybe that's why he pulled her onto the floor so quickly? A shame that would be. A bet was a bet though. She understood the desire to win. "What you two got going on?" Her hand tightened around his a bit, her other on his shoulder. She nodded her final nod, telling him she was fully ready. Even if she was nervous, there wouldn't be a better time than now to make her heart collide into Jim's with a dance. |
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| usagi | Mar 10 2009, 12:56 AM Post #123 |
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| Venom | Mar 10 2009, 01:06 AM Post #124 |
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Tenjukai didn't bother to say a word to Ophelia as they danced. There was really nothing on his mind right now that he could say that wouldn't sound rude. He hated this, he really did. But he wasn't doing it for himself. Glancing over Ophelia, Tenj caught glimpse of Mary again. She was still watching, with that stupid smile on her face. He spun Ophelia and then dipped her. Holding her for a second, he scanned her eyes. This wasn't right. Pulling her back up, he had enough. Stopping, he let go of her hands and stepped back. Figuring it was best to be polite [for once] he gave a small bow of respect towards Ophelia before walking away from her. He needed a drink. |
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| Venom | Mar 10 2009, 01:13 AM Post #125 |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Mar 10 2009, 01:20 AM Post #126 |
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"Yes Abe, you a gentlemen. You signed up for this job when you put your name on that sheet of paper. Also when you showed up to the dance. It is Formal after all. So A-ABE!!!!!!!!" Shrieking Myrta's arms flailed out in shock and the long necklace that hung around her neck came up and wacked Kent in the face. Her cheeks for the first time that night burned with the red hue that stained her cheeks momentarily. Her hands after calming down instantly went to her dress and pulled it down. If not tended to correctly, the dress was too short for Myrta's comfort. "I'd like some warning next time!" She said with a calmer voice. Both hands still pulling on that dress so there wouldn't be any free movies tonight. That'd turn her the color red as if a child got to the markers, and drew on her face. Not what she needed. |
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| cheshire | Mar 10 2009, 01:21 AM Post #127 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 background="http://www.christian-wallpaper.com/backgrounds/pink-floral-background.jpg" style="border:1px dotted#FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] [/align]<BR><BR>This was just awkward. While there was nothing direly wrong with the situation at hand, nor the dance, it was just... strange. Ophelia felt quite odd dancing with another man, one who wasn't Cole to be exact, and while she was certainly quite happy he hadn't chosen to retaliate on her for something she hadn't even done, she couldn't help but want to stop. Of course she didn't. After all, she had promised the entire festival a dance, and by goddess a dance they would get. There was just one tiny problem... Tenjukai seemed to be even less enthused as he had before. He wasn't speaking, wasn't making any noise at all. In fact, the way he moved seemed almost robotic. He was simply following the steps required, doing what he was told to do, and it made her worry a little bit. <BR><BR> Was her company that awful? Had she offended him? She frowned slightly, her mind trailing off to other things. Obviously his pessimism was contagious and now she simply found herself doing just as he was, following the steps, providing the festival with what it wanted. She twisted and turned, stepped and moved, and just as he span and dipped her towards the ground, his attitude had worsened by the time they resurfaced. Their dance stopped, he bowed, and with that he was gone. Honestly she wasn't shocked or surprised at all. Goddess, had he not stopped the dance, she probably would have bowed out eventually as well. It was just too much, and even her ridiculously optimistic nature couldn't dredge his soul back up. Something was wrong with him, something deep.<BR><BR> And after he left, she simply stood there, a sigh escaping her lips. She had never felt so disappointed in herself, so upset. Well, okay, that was a lie; she had felt that way before, she just didn't like to. Still, as she stood in the middle of the dancing throng of people, she couldn't help but review their dance, no, their entire meeting as if to find whatever she had done wrong. When she came up short, she sighed again. This festival wasn't turning out quite how she'd planned. </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| dazzlatte! | Mar 10 2009, 01:30 AM Post #128 |
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"No promises," She said with a gleeful twinkle in her eye, settling her free hand on his shoulder. It was at that point she fully appreciated how much taller he was than her; she easily had to tilt her head to look him in the face, even with the heels. Chimera smiled. "But I'll at least try to be a lady. Just for today." Even if she refrained from sticking her tongue out, the rest of the expression was still there. Feisty, full of spark. And so the dance started, surprisingly upbeat and cheery for something so many couples had flocked on to the floor for. It gave Chimera great comfort. There were too many uncomfortably unpleasant memories of dances in the school gym, with some sob story country song blaring over the speakers... Well, funny memories now, but at the time she usually had the desperate urge to sneak out and engage in something that was less of a total downer. Luckily, now wasn't one of those times. Even when they started moving to the sway of the music, and Chimera was testing the waters and getting used to Fred's lead, she realized, inwardly, that she was more than happy to be here. Even if there had been a few snags along the way; even if the guy she was dancing with now wasn't the one she'd been expecting to dance with when she first arrived. It was lovely, all things considered, so Chimera bore it with a grin and a bounce in her just slightly off-time step. -- Well he didn't exactly look thrilled either. Confused, maybe, yeah okay he was completely confused. Because now it was clear to him that this was Madeline, he couldn't exactly rejoice; for one, she looked so... so young. Spinning head or not. And, another thing, she was staring at him like he'd brought news of a dead puppy or something. Never a good foot to start on. "Ah, hello," Was his meek, simple, ingenius reply. Naturally, this confusion progressed on to doubt - had someone made a mistake? - and then dread - no, he'd made the big mistake here - and then, of course, panic. And terror. Because suddenly as small and harmless as she clearly was, he suddenly flung his hands up over his face like he'd been approached by the biggest, scariest, most horrifying monster of all time. And starting spewing apologies. Good strategy, man. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry, I was -- I don't have an excuse for why I didn't -- Why I'm -- I didn't think you would wait up this long, otherwise I would have -- well it was out of my control, but I would never -- on purpose--" Appease the beast. Appease the beast. Frantically searching for some magic phrase, he instead found that little box on the table again. It had been hand wrapped, neatly, in a gold foil speckled with sparkles, tied together with a big, flopsy purple ribbon. Something which, to be fair, Blaise didn't have much experience with.. and he'd been just seconds away from racing out the door, so of course it would be a little lopsided and off-looking. But the wrapping was pretty. Immediately, he snatched the pack of chocolates up and held it out to her, face having gone from dead-white to bright-red in a matter of seconds. He couldn't seem to look her in the eye, though, ashamed and frantic all at once. "These are yours," He blurted, the original plan of handing it over with charm and wit gone out the window. As usual. Blaise just had no idea how he was supposed to make this up to her... |
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| usagi | Mar 10 2009, 01:43 AM Post #129 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#00001C style="border:1px solid #00001C;"> <tr> <td background=http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/cole.png height=300> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font face="BlackChancery,Baskerville Old Face" color=908EB1 size=2> It seemed to last forever, and felt like an old memory coming up to dance before his eyes. As Cole stood there beside the brunette he had met once, and escorted home, the glade slowly began to transform before his eyes into a ballroom. With the bright chandeliers hanging from the high rise ceiling, a winding staircase that led up to the second floor, and a room full of elegantly dressed men and women. <br><br> He stood at the sidelines, a glass of champagne in hand as he watched the dancers on the floor twirl and dib and bow, while gentle whispers spread like wildfire all around him, sneering gazes narrowing on him, snickers reaching his ears as people walked by him. He remained calm and collected, smiling as he normally did as he listened to the conversation of whoever had dared invite him to such a function. <br><br> The dance floor was never a place for him. Even in his current position in society, there were certain boundaries he would never be able to pass. He was the black sheep in the party, the one with dark rooms and a forbidden past. No mother would dare allow their prim and proper miss to come within fifty feet of him. The women who dared to play with him in the shadows now pretended he did not exist in their life as they danced merrily with their husbands or lovers, accepting them a way they would never accept him. <br><br> With somewhat of a start, Cole came out of his memories as he saw the dark man abruptly end the dance with Ophelia and walk off. In the back of his mind, he had been watching the dance through a haze, and knew that it hadn’t gone well. He had to take a minute to remind himself that this wasn’t London, and the same rules did not apply, once he realized his feet were refusing to step forward and enter the circle Ophelia stood. <br><br> He had no words to say, but he found himself standing behind her. Reaching forward, he slid his hands down her arms, leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Dance with me, Ophelia. Dance with me.” Odd how his voice almost sounded desperate to his own ears. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| cheshire | Mar 10 2009, 02:01 AM Post #130 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 background="http://www.christian-wallpaper.com/backgrounds/pink-floral-background.jpg" style="border:1px dotted#FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] [/align]<BR><BR>Devastation was an appropriate adjective to describe how she felt right then. Yeah, it worked. And it spread throughout her body like wildfire, consuming her each and every limb, muscle, blood vessel; it literally ate everything. For a second she too drifted off into her own thoughts which rushed around in her head and nearly dismantled her then and there. She was upset, yet, but at what? Perhaps it was the rejection she had just been subjected to. It reminded her of something, though she was barely registering what. Then like a brick falling from the sky, it hit her. The way he'd glanced her over when they'd met, the way he seemed so uninterested in everything, the way her dance had not been enough to satisfy him... He reminded her of the way her parents had treated her when she was younger. <BR><BR> They were constantly unimpressed, just in general with everything she did. They had treated her better than Odetta, sure, but she still knew how things were. She was a mere object to them, something to better their time and money with, and had used her as such. She was simply a means of getting by, and she saw that now in Tenjukai. Instead of feeling angry, however, she felt downtrodden. That feeling of uselessness was something she'd hoped to lose once she ran away, and she had never truly expected to feel it again. She was free, after all, to run and dance and laugh and love. She had no ties, no memories of her past that she didn't want. Now, however, it all came rushing back. And like the devastation had nearly done before, it consumed her. She felt lost, like a child in the middle of a crowd without her parents. Their lack of love had upset her before, and just as she felt she had overcome it, it was coming back.<BR><BR> And honestly? She nearly let it. She felt herself spiraling, falling into that trap they had set in her mind all those years back. She could hear their words again... over and over. You are worthless, you can't do anything right. No one hear loves you, and no one anywhere else ever will. Just give up, allow us free will of your life, and we can promise you what you want. Ophelia glanced down. Were they right?<BR><BR> As if clockwork, however, her answer came. Arms embraced her own and a body was behind hers. She knew who it was, and she leaned back into him immediately. Her thoughts still circulated, still bit at her every movement, but she wanted this time with Cole. He cared for her, he had proved that, which meant that her parents had been wrong. She could do it, did do it, and they needn't haunt her life anymore. Nodding her head slowly at his words, she turned to face him and smiled a little. She couldn't stop herself from reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly. "Thank you." </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| usagi | Mar 10 2009, 02:15 AM Post #131 |
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| Venom | Mar 10 2009, 02:21 AM Post #132 |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Mar 10 2009, 02:46 AM Post #133 |
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Nyida could only guess that the bet was the two wanted to See who could dance best. With this, she would do her best. Her feet followed Jim's, her body still tense, her mind slowly starting to not concentrate so much on her movement like a robot. She started to flow with the classical music, the bottom of her dress following suit. "I won't step on your feet, Promise." Laughing a little, Nyida could feel her cheeks turn a little red. His whisper was completely adorable! She wanted to capture it on tape. "Sad news is, you might find I'm stepping on yours." Another laugh released, and without noticiing it she started to relax, and enjoy the entire dance, the concentration completely leaving, and her steps being instinct instead of force. |
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| Ricochet | Mar 10 2009, 02:48 AM Post #134 |
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"Yay, thank you!" Trey smiled up at the woman, and happily allow his hand to be taken as they walked towards the table with the goodies on it. "Sugar cookies are my favorite, I hope they have some!" He cooed, smiling widely all the while. And then, he, too, paused upon hearing the delcaration that the King and Goddess were there. Trey followed Rose's gaze over to the couple dancing alone in the middle of the glade. Upon hearing her comment, Trey looked up at her suspiciously, and, blinking, he asked in a small and hesitant tone, "You don't wanna dance...do you?" He asked, hesitant because he had no idea how to dance properly. In fact, he had never really 'danced' before in his life. And, right now, his interest lay more in the things on the table they were heading towards...but he had always been taught to put others before himself, and that's mainly why he asked. - And again, at Noemi's words of praise, Ulysses felt heat rise to his face. Smiling slightly, he turned his head to the side, in an effort to hide the blush he knew must be appearing on his face about now. In the next moment or two he heard the proclamation from the mayor, or who he assumed was the mayor, that the King and Goddess had arrived. And knew that now the dancing would be starting. Turning to Noemi, he swept into a bow and held out a hand to her. "Would you do me the honor of claiming your hand for a dance this evening, Miss Rivera?" He asked, raising his head slightly to give her what he hoped was a charming smile. He had noticed her discomfort a moment earlier and hoped, with the occupation of dancing, she might be set to ease, at least some what. ------------ "Thank you very much," Kayla smiled genuinely to Chou, taking the glass the young woman held out to her. Kayla also heard the announcement, and looked over to see the two dancing, and nearly dropped her plate when she realized that the man - he must have been voted King, she realized - was none other than Tenjukai, who worked with her brother at their ranch. He looked different, in those clothes, and she almost hadn't recognized him. Blinking, she then returned her attention to Chou at the woman's gasp. "Oh, you two must want to join them," She said, her smile sheepish and her voice slightly amused. She moved to get out of their way. "Thank you for the drink," With a small nod, she went over to sit at an empty table, finally able to put down her paper plate and glass of wine. |
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| BwavoBunny | Mar 10 2009, 02:51 AM Post #135 |
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Fred enjoyed the cheerful music as he and Hazel seemed to bound around the dance floor. She seemed to enjoy quite a bit as well and her smiles were infectious. As they both got a feel for the other's moves, Fred decided to try something a bit different. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, "Hold on tight." Placing both his hands on her waist, he bent his knees, and then suddenly whisked her up into the air, spinning as he did so. Grinning up at her, his eye sparkled; he had forgotten how much fun dancing could be, and was thankful that she was so light. After a full spin, he lowered Hazel to the ground and started back to the cheerful steps they had been doing before. If she liked that, he might try some more. Stealing a glance at Jim, he wondered how he was doing. Hopefully he was having as much fun as Fred was. ~*~ Rose chuckled at Trey's comment. "I'm afraid I'm not a very good dancer, so unless you want to, I think I'll keep post at the dessert table." As they reached the table, her eyes trailed it looking for sugar cookies. Upon finding some not too far away, she picked up a plate and reached out to pile them on the plate, "Mr. Trey, how many would you like?" She smiled softly at him. |
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