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| Gale | Nov 20 2009, 10:31 PM Post #46 |
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[align=right]Tag: Fred and James[/align] Back on the ground, Enfys felt a tad embarrassed. To say the move was unexpected would be an understatement. He had almost tripped, and even now his heart was still beating rapidly out of fright. That was...he had assumed the traditionally female role in a dance, sure, but that was a bit overboard, right? It was like he was being treated as really a girl instead of a boy... 'No, no. I'm being paranoid,' Enfys suppressed his thoughts, opting to smile instead when James excused himself. 'Must be the adrenaline messing with my head, I probably should take a seat, like James recommended.' Waving his friend goodbye for the time being, Enfys walked back to their table, hand over his chest as he tried to slowdown the frantic heartbeats. Obviously, he needed more exercises if he tired out so quickly. As he sat back down, he took a glance towards his brunet friend, wondering what was the matter. He spotted, after a brief scan, the person James was talking to. Ah, no wonder, the single-eyed man must be one of James' friends. His smile bright and warm, Enfys nodded towards the stranger and gave him a friendly wave. |
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| Ricochet | Nov 22 2009, 05:38 AM Post #47 |
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Tag: Aspen Kayla let out an airy chuckle, some of the tension leaving her frame as the woman clapped, seeming pleased at her measly attempts at signing her name. She grinned, though, when Aspen spoke again to say 'hi.' And then her eyes were intently drawn to Aspen's hands, and she carefully watched her sign out her own first name, which was, if she had gotten it right in her own head... "Hi, Aspen. Good to meet you," Kayla said slowly, extending her hand for Aspen to shake. She wondered if Aspen was here alone, was waiting for someone, or had other agendas in mind for this festival day. If not, she would enjoy having Aspen as company at their table, if she was hungry later/wanted to at all. She didn't want to hog up her whole night though, and the poor woman would more than likely be bored to tears with Kayla's anti-social brother and the present quietness at the aforementioned table. Still, she would see how things go for now, and go from there. ~*~*~ Tag: Rose "Hello to you as well, Irene. Your outfit is quite lovely too! I must say it makes you look like a beautiful young woman." Irene blushed, a smile tugging on her lips as she looked away. It was quite a compliment, and she couldn't deny that she liked it, the fact that someone was noticing she wasn't a little kid, anymore, but at the same time it made her a little uncomfortable. So, looking back at Rose, she eagerly changed the subject with the woman's next statement. "Really? Your mother still sends you things?" Irene asked, eyes brightening a little bit, seeming to take an interest in it. She snickered a little bit with the revelation that Rose didn't often wear what her mother sent, and wondered, that if this was an example of the usual things Rose's mother sent to her...wow. Either they must really want her to be all classy-like, or else they have a lot of money. She blinked suddenly and returned her attention to Rose when she spoke again, and smiled. Nodding, she said, "Sure! ... You have anything in mind?" Irene asked, her mind trying to work but not coming up with any ideas right away. |
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| BwavoBunny | Nov 23 2009, 05:11 AM Post #48 |
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Fred Blossom Tag: Jim, Enfys Pausing, Fred tucked his hands in his pockets and watched as the two danced. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, even though they were the only ones dancing. Chuckling softly, he noticed Jim stop dancing and head towards him. Glancing as his partner headed over to a table, Fred untucked his hands and walked towards Jim, stopping in front of him with a grin; he was not unaware of his friend's trailing eyes, but did his best to hide the light blush. His own eye was stealing some looks at Jimbo as well. "Well you clean up pretty nice as well, Jimbo." He really had grown; when had happened anyways? He had never really seen him as a kid, but the sudden realization that his best friend was in fact a handsome young adult now was a bit shocking. His own grin growing to match Jim's he nodded at the other young man's suggestion. "Sure. And maybe you can introduce me to your dance partner?" Raising his eye to look over at the green haired person who had been dancing with his Jimbo, he saw them waving at him. Flashing them a grin, he waved back. Hm, seems friendly enough... ~*~ Rose Thomas Tag: Irene. Clint At Irene's question, Rose rolled her eyes and nodded with an exasperated sigh. "Indeed she does. This is the tamest thing she has sent. Most everything else is just...well they are certainly not something I would buy myself." Memories of long flowing dresses and others that were much shorter floated in her mind's eye. Shaking her head, she focused back on the young girl before her. Smiling playfully, she nodded slowly. "I think I have one idea..." Leaning close to Irene, she whispered into her ear; sure Clint couldn't hear them or had even seemed to notice them yet, but it was the principle of the thing! In her ear, Rose suggested to Irene, that she go and distract Clint, keeping his focus forward. Then Rose would sneak up behind him and place her hands over his eyes, to see if he would guess who it was. Sure it was a simple plan, but it was a generally effective one. Pulling back, she looked at Irene to see if she agreed or had anything else to add to it. Maybe she had something else planned! The girl was a playful rascal, so it was very possible. |
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| Ricochet | Nov 23 2009, 05:59 AM Post #49 |
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| TigerToes | Nov 23 2009, 07:00 AM Post #50 |
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| BwavoBunny | Nov 23 2009, 10:09 AM Post #51 |
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Rose Thomas Tag: Clint, Irene, Wyatt Smiling after Irene, Rose waited until she sat down across from Clint before quietly making her way towards them. Glancing at Wyatt, she gave him a small smile, sure he was playing along with them. As she got behind Clint, she heard him say slowly, "Oreo...Cookie." making her wonder what Irene had asked him. Pushing the thought aside for a moment, she locked with Irene for a second, and then clamped her hands over Clint's eyes, doing her best to hold back a large grin. |
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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 23 2009, 07:26 PM Post #52 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="89F157" style="border:1px solid #349207;"> <tr> <td> <font color=297207 size=1> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> [align=center]FLOWER FESTIVAL</font><br> <font face="Bookman Old Style" size=1> Spring 27th, 07 [/align]</font> <font size=3> -------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> Tag: To Everyone! <br><br> Mayor Thomas felt as though he had waited long enough. Having just tallied up the voting for this years Goddess and King, his small chubby form quickly rushed through the crowd of mingling villagers within his courtyard and made his way up to the microphone stand in the center of it all. <br><br> Climbing his way up onto the fountain, and taking the microphone with him, he waved his arms around as he ushered to get everyones attention. <br><br> "Hello Obsidian!" He cried quite happily into the microphone and thrust the envelope up into the air. "Thank you all for coming to the Flower Festival today, to celebrate the prosperity of our island as well as the Harvest Goddess." Glancing in back of him, at the statue of the goddess centered in the fountain, he motioned happily toward her. "As some of you may or may not know, the Flower Festival is to celebrate all she has done for us, and to pray for many more wonderful and prosperous years to come. Saying as much, this morning I will announce this years Goddess and King, who will start off with the very first dance." <br><br> He paused for a moment, to wipe a tear from his eye. "It has been a tradition, passed down upon my families generation, and I hope you appreciate its beauty as much as I." <br><br> With shaky hands, Mayor Thomas unsealed the envelope and pulled out the paper, unfolding it before him. "This years Goddess and King will be... Chou Shikisai and Wyatt Tanner!" <br><br> <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Ricochet | Nov 23 2009, 10:30 PM Post #53 |
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Tag: Aspen Aspen seemed like quite a nice young lady, and Kayla wouldn't mind meeting up with her again at some point. Which, wasn't all too unlikely of thing, considering the little fact of them living on an island, after all. Kayla watched as Aspen got a small notebook out of her purse and went on to write something on it. Taking it, Kayla read it and then, glancing over at her brother's table, she blinked and wrote, "My brother, but his friends are currently keeping him company." She wrote, indicating which table by a nod of her head as she handed the notebook back to its rightful owner. A moment or two later, and she heard a loud call of welcome from over the microphone. Blinking, she looked over towards the mayor, and listened patiently as he continued speaking. She was looking around at everyone presently in attendance, but froze when she heard the names of this years Goddess and King. Kayla heard herself let out a surprised chuckle, quickly sweeping her eyes to the mayor to make sure he wasn't joking, for whatever reason, and then to her brother to confirm she had heard correctly... |
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| Ricochet | Nov 24 2009, 05:42 AM Post #54 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=80% bgcolor=#000000 style="border:3px dotted #2F4F4F;"> <tr> <td> <center><img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l154/Dairi/clintwyatt.jpg"></center><br> <font color="#7E3517"> <br><br> Tag: Rose <br><br> Wyatt sat back with a knowing smile, and merely watched as the events unfolded in the next few moments. Clint had noticed when Irene's gaze flickered to something behind him, and her smile had widened. In the next second his vision was gone, because something, or someone, had stolen it. His body went rigid, and his hands flew up to encircle the wrists to be found at either side of his head. Someone's hands...he suddenly caught the scent of the ocean in the air. That combined with the way Irene had reacted to seeing the person, Clint began to relax, having a good idea of who it was. <br><br> "Is it ol' Mandy Brooks, huh Wyatt?" Clint said, asking his old friend to confirm that it was an overly-hyper chicka from his past. To which Wyatt responded with a grin and a hearty laugh. Getting Rose confused with that girl...impossible. Now that Rose may have gotten her feathers ruffled, he let go of her right wrist, reached around and grabbed a hold of her left arm with his right hand, and swung her around in order to pull her down to sit on his lap. More specifically, she was sideways, sitting on his left leg, with her back to his right arm. <br><br> "Why hello, Miss Rose." Clint greeted her, grinning like a fool. He wanted to give her a peck on the cheek, but as she was undoubtedly already uncomfortable enough as it is, he restrained himself. "And might I add...you're lookin' mighty lovely today." He said by way of complimenting her more formal attire, his smile slipping just a bit as he did take it how pretty she was looking today. Much too pretty, for an' ol' cowboy like him, was his thinking...but that wouldn't stop him from holding onto it, her, as long as he could. <br><br> When the mayor started to speak, drawing the attention of the crowd, Clint released his hold on Rose so that she could actually stand if she so desired. Which she was likely more than ready for. Irene had been giggling behind her hand for most of the above scene, but now had also turned her attention to the mayor. All was well and good, until...... <br><br> "This years Goddess and King will be... Chou Shikisai and Wyatt Tanner!" <br><br> Wyatt's eyes grew wide, and had he been swallowing at just that moment, would have no doubt choked on his own saliva. Him? King? There had to be some kind of mistake... His wide eyes make contact with Clint's for a second or two, then looked over to the mayor. It...was no mistake? His palms suddenly gone slick with sweat, he clenched his hands into fists, and lowered them to his lap, glaring viciously at the table top. Why him? ... <br><br> "Congrats, cowboy." Clint said, amusement clearly coloring his voice, and was grinning as he started to clap for the two. Irene smiled and joined in, as Wyatt's glare was transferred for a moment from the table to Clint, then back to the table. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| BwavoBunny | Nov 25 2009, 03:59 AM Post #55 |
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Rose Thomas Tag: Clint, Wyatt, Irene Feeling Clint's hands grab hold of her wrists and tense up, she braced for him to maybe pull her hands off of his face. However he suddenly relaxed, and so, as a natural reaction she did as well. Until he actually spoke. "Is it ol' Mandy Brooks, huh Wyatt?" Blinking, her brows furrowed. "...Mandy? Who the bloody--" Before she could finish her exclamation, she suddenly found herself pulled forward and suddenly sitting in Clint's lap. Blinking, she felt her face go red, and looked at Clint at a loss for words. Watching his face, her heart beat increased, the smell of his cologne filling her nostrils. It was amazing how the smell of Wildfire still clung to him, even when he had dressed up. Not that it's a bad thing. Hearing his compliment, she couldn't help but look him over quickly, which was hard from her seat. Clearing her throat she replied, "Yes, well you clean up rather nicely yourself, Mr. Clint." Hearing the Mayor speak, Rose turned to look over at him, rather unsure of what was going on. Sitting on the lap of the man she was attracted to certainly didn't help. So when Clint released his grip on her, Rose quickly stood up, knowing her face must be bright red. Glancing at Irene, she wasn't quite sure what to say; it seemed that their little game had back fired some. Taking a seat next to Clint, she turned to face the mayor as he spoke, resting a hand on Clint's leg; didn't want for him to think she was completely put off by his little stunt. "This years Goddess and King will be... Chou Shikisai and Wyatt Tanner!" Hearing this, Rose turned to face Wyatt, who looked shocked and not entirely pleased. Still, he had been voted in to...whatever it was. Rose smiled at him, "Congratulations, Mr. Tanner. Though...you don't seem too pleased about it." |
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| Ricochet | Nov 25 2009, 04:37 AM Post #56 |
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| Marie ♪ | Nov 25 2009, 04:48 AM Post #57 |
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| BwavoBunny | Nov 26 2009, 07:58 AM Post #58 |
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Rose Thomas Tag: Clint, Wyatt, Irene Pleased at having Clint's hand gripping hers, she found a way to entangle her fingers in his. She enjoyed the subtle signs of affection that could be shared with a person, particularly when no one else could see them. Smiling to herself, she listened as Wyatt responded. "They probably won't ask you to dance more than once, Mr. Tanner. And maybe it will not be so bad. With any luck, Chou Shikisai will be pretty and generous. Might even feel the same way about dancing." Smiling pleasantly as she spoke, Rose hoped her words cheered the poor man up some; he looked down right gloomy. Though if she had been in his place, she probably wouldn't feel much differently. |
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| Ricochet | Nov 27 2009, 05:12 AM Post #59 |
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| TigerToes | Nov 27 2009, 06:26 PM Post #60 |
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