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| Ricochet | Nov 28 2009, 04:32 AM Post #61 |
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Tag: Aspen As her chuckling began to die down, at her poor little brother's expense, she felt a tug on her elbow and looked to see what it was. Oh! Mentally kicking herself and feeling a little stupid, Kayla quickly wrote down another note, and, with a smile, passed it on for Aspen to read. "My brother was just announced as King, apparently, and has to start of the dancing with the girl voted as Goddess. He's quite anti-social, so while I feel for him, I also find it very amusing." She had written, and once Aspen had read it, offered a small shrug. She did feel, just a wee little bit, back for her brother's predicament, but...come on, one little dance never hurt anybody. He would live. Heck, it might even do him some good. |
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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 29 2009, 03:14 AM Post #62 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="CBFCFF" style="border:1px solid #0075FF;"> <tr> <td> <font color=1C75D8> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> Spring 27th, 07</font><br> friday | tag: Wyatt?<br> <font size=3> ------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> Chou was stunned. Absolutely, completely… stunned! The instant her name had been shouted through the microphone, from somewhere in the center of the grand estate’s courtyard, she had literally choked on her punch, eyes going wide with disbelief. <br><br> Though, to be completely honest, now that the initial disbelief and shock was beginning to ebb away, she was feeling terrified at the prospect of being this years goddess. H-H-H-How had that even happened!? Chou’s face turned bright red at the mere thought, and she quickly turned around, facing the table, and closed her eyes tightly. <br><br> I… I must be dreaming! She thought desperately to herself, and then even proceeded to lift and hand up and pinch her cheek. Ouch! … Oh, but no, of course it hurt, and now her cheek was throbbing and red. She swallowed hard, and placed her small cup down on the table before beginning to fumble awkwardly with her fingers, intertwining them and then undoing them, only to repeat the cycle. T-There’s no need to be so scared! She tried to coax herself, grabbing onto the skirts of her dress and twisting it a little in nervous anticipation. <br><br> No matter how she tried to calm herself down, however, her heart wouldn’t stop thumping rapidly within her chest. I… I know Wyatt! The realization had come late, of course (as did most things with the girl), but her eyes widened and she immediately jerked around, her gaze roaming over the crowd and trying to find the man she had met once, at her farm. It was a very short meeting, but he had a similar look to Mr. Clint, the movie star. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/chou_table_thing.jpg" height="258"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ricochet | Nov 29 2009, 04:55 AM Post #63 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#7F4A33 style="border:1px dotted #484034;"> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/2ns7yn5.jpg" height=400> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font color="#F4BA69"> Tag: Chou <br><br> Well. It was time to meet his doom. Normally one to 'grab the bull by the horns,' as the saying goes, he decided to go ahead and get this one over with, no more stalling. Taking a deep breath, he let it out as he swiftly stood and starting walking away from his table...perhaps a little too zealously, as he had not as of yet located his destination, that of Miss Chou. Where -- ah, there she was. Changing his direction slightly, he approched the young lady in the blue and white dress. <br><br> Clearing his throat when he reached her, looking down at her with a gentle but hesitant look in his eyes, and he slowly extended his hand. "I, er...I reckon we gotta start the dancing, Miss Chou." Wyatt said, more of a statement than a question. His other hand was held clenched to his side, for undoubtedly how anxious he was currently feeling. His palms were probably getting a bit on the sweaty side, too...he hoped Miss Chou wouldn't recoil in disgust, for whatever reason it may be. She would have quite a few, he was certain, before the day was over. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| TigerToes | Nov 29 2009, 05:46 AM Post #64 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor=white style="border:1px solid #000000;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] [/align]<div style="width:400px;text-align:justify">· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · <br><br>tag: Kayla <br><br>“Anti-social, huh? Maybe he’ll loosen up if it’s a pretty girl!” Aspen wrote a hasty reply and tucked the notepad into Kayla’s hand. Maybe they could get a better view of the first dance from the front. She scanned the crowd for an empty spot, and found one close to where Wyatt was standing. She hurried to that spot right away, just in time to see him offer a hand towards the Goddess. <br><br>Looking at the girl who was chosen as Goddess, Aspen recognized her as a previous customer at the Café. She couldn’t put a name to the face exactly, but the girl was very sweet and it seemed fitting that she should become this year's Goddess. Aspen became excited for the dance to start. Her head popped up from amongst the crowd, as she stood on tiptoe and waved over to Kayla. Her other hand formed a ‘K’ and she held it up over her head so that Kayla would know where she was. She hadn’t forgotten about her companion from the flower stall, and she hoped that it wouldn’t seem like she had purposely tried to ditch her in the crowd. </td> </tr> </table></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Ricochet | Nov 29 2009, 06:21 AM Post #65 |
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Tag: Aspen Kayla chuckled as she read the note, finding Aspen's enthusiasm endearing, and amusing, apparently. However, when she looked up from the notebook, the girl was gone. Blinking a few times to ensure herself that the space where the redhead had been just moments ago was actually empty, Kayla then began to search the crowd for the rightful owner of the notebook. The 'K' sign had caught her eye, so, with a grin, Kayla weaved her way through the crowd forming to get on over to stand next to Aspen. When she reached the girl, she put the notebook into her hands, and nodded at her, still grinning. Her grin fading into a smile, she turned to watch the proceedings, actually interested to see how her little brother would fare in the following dance. |
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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 29 2009, 04:42 PM Post #66 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="CBFCFF" style="border:1px solid #0075FF;"> <tr> <td> <font color=1C75D8> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> Spring 27th, 07</font><br> friday | tag: Wyatt?<br> <font size=3> ------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> For the longest moment, she didn’t recognize him. Even as he had turned and started walking in her direction. In fact, her bright eyed gaze rested on him for only a couple of seconds, and then continued to scan the crowd as she worried her bottom lip. She had spotted Clint, with some friends, but she saw no sign of Wyatt. Or, at least, what she remembered him to look like. Had he… not come? The thought made her bite down hard on her lip. What if her partner wasn’t here, and she would have to dance alone! She didn’t know how to dance, at all, and… <br><br> Her thoughts trailed off when a dark shadow was cast over her and someone cleared their throat rather loudly. Hesitantly, she glanced up, and stared at the man blankly for quite a few minutes, even after he started to talk, telling her they should start the dance. <br><br> “Oh…,” She first began, still obviously confused. But then her eyes widened, and widened further after that. “O-Oh!” She suddenly exclaimed in a light breath, and then her cheeks turned bright red. “M-Mister Tanner! I-I didn’t recognize you!” <br><br> Oh dear, she felt so stupid! </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/chou_table_thing.jpg" height="258"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ricochet | Nov 29 2009, 11:21 PM Post #67 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#7F4A33 style="border:1px dotted #484034;"> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/2ns7yn5.jpg" height=400> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font color="#F4BA69"> “M-Mister Tanner! I-I didn’t recognize you!” <br><br> A slow spreading smile appeared on his lips, followed by a soft chuckle. Her face had turned a bright red, it was pretty obvious she was just as uncomfortable as he. So, how could he possibly be angered with the girl for not remembering him? Too, they had only met once, that he could remember. His smile remained in place, as did his hand held out to her, as he said, <br><br> "Don't worry 'bout it, miss Chou. It's all right," he said with a shrug, then added, as an after thought, "Maybe it's the clothes...I ain't used to wearing this fancy'a duds much, anyhow." And with his other hand, he tugged lightly on his collar as he turned his head, then looked back at Chou with a shrug. "But you, uh...you look nice. Is it a new dress?" Wyatt asked, very intelligently-like. And honestly didn't know why, how, or where the question had come from, but maybe it could lead to a conversation of sorts that could help keep miss Chou a little more calm, at least... </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 29 2009, 11:35 PM Post #68 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="CBFCFF" style="border:1px solid #0075FF;"> <tr> <td> <font color=1C75D8> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> Spring 27th, 07</font><br> friday | tag: Wyatt<br> <font size=3> ------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> She only belatedly realized that he had been holding his hand out, expectantly, toward her. Nibbling on her bottom lip out of bad habit, Chou hesitantly placed her small hand within his large one, her heart going crazy within her chest. I-It’s all right, she tried to reassure herself, and offered a wobbly smile up at Wyatt as she tilted her head up to stare at him. <br><br> Though, if one thought her face couldn’t become anymore colorful than it had now, they were to be proven wrong. When Wyatt commented on her dress, telling her she looked nice, her face heated even further and she felt herself tremble with nervousness and embarrassment and, well, all things imaginable! She was sure she was about to go insane right about now! <br><br> S-She had never been v-voted anything before, in her life. Back in Hougeki, she had lived a quiet little life, blending in to the background as much as possible. Even here, in Obsidian, she had tried her best to live a peaceful and calm life, except for the occasional “daredevil” outings where she’d visit the market or café in search of… well… to be shamefully honest… friends. I-It was a goal of hers, in all truth; one she had had for a very long time. Maybe it seemed silly, but, well… it meant a lot to her—to have friends. Maybe because she was so used to being alone. Or maybe because she missed the friendship of her parents. She wasn’t sure, but… <br><br> “Y-You look nice, too.” She answered shyly, her eyes leaving his face for a moment to trail down his attire. Shaking a little, her gaze darted back up to his and offered him a nervous smile. “Very dressed up.” </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/chou_table_thing.jpg" height="258"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ricochet | Nov 29 2009, 11:54 PM Post #69 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#7F4A33 style="border:1px dotted #484034;"> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/2ns7yn5.jpg" height=400> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font color="#F4BA69"> Tag: Chou <br><br> Wyatt gently closed his hand around hers, her hand practically disappearing under his fingers. Slowly and gently, he pulled her up to her feet. At her compliment, his smile returned and he closed his eyes for a brief moment. Opening them again, he nodded down to her, <br><br> "Thanks," It had appeared as though he were going to say more, but suddenly had stopped himself. Eyes narrowing a little as he looked down at Chou, he had noticed something. "You're shaking...are you cold?" He asked, seeming to be concerned. And really he was, didn't want her to get sick...perhaps they should decline the dance, if she wasn't feeling well. Yeah, that'd be nice. But the hope that had been rising in him, was quickly trodden down, as he realized that was not very practical thinking, er, hoping. <br><br> "I'll do m'best to avoid yer toes, but 'm sorry in advance for if I step on 'em. I ain't dance in a long time," Wyatt confessed, a sheepish smile now adorning his facial features. He again found himself hoping it would be a short dance to start. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 30 2009, 12:04 AM Post #70 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="CBFCFF" style="border:1px solid #0075FF;"> <tr> <td> <font color=1C75D8> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> Spring 27th, 07</font><br> friday | tag: Wyatt<br> <font size=3> ------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> “You’re shaking… are you cold?” <br><br> She almost tripped, when he asked her that. Chou appreciated the concern she heard in his voice, but the embarrassment was killing her, especially with him pointing out that he could see just how embarrassed she truly was! She was far too mortified to say anything, so she merely shook her head rapidly from side to side as her answer, his gaze jerking down to stare at the floor or at his collar, unsure where, exactly, to rest. <br><br> S-She had never danced before, in all of her life. Chou almost burst out laughing, but instead almost came to tears, as she thought about how she had nothing to worry about! She would be lucky, if she didn’t make them a complete fool tonight. She didn’t even know how to start, so she decided to stay pretty motionless for the moment, until he began to… well, do something. Hopefully, she could follow well enough. <br><br> But, knowing her luck, she’d probably trip over her own two feet, and bring him down with her. Oh, poor Mr. Tanner! While she had to watch out for his boots, he had to watch out for the ground! <br><br> “I-I’m ready,” She managed to stutter out stupidly, her gaze remaining on the funny little thing on his suit. He looked even more cowboy-ish than Mr. Clint! </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/chou_table_thing.jpg" height="258"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ricochet | Nov 30 2009, 12:22 AM Post #71 |
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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 30 2009, 12:39 AM Post #72 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="CBFCFF" style="border:1px solid #0075FF;"> <tr> <td> <font color=1C75D8> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> Spring 27th, 07</font><br> friday | tag: Wyatt<br> <font size=3> ------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> Chou tried to focus on his jacket design, feeling more awkward and nervous by the moment. W-Was it really all right to be so nervous? Shouldn’t she get her head on her shoulders, and be calm? But then, since when was she ever calm? Still, what if people were watching? T-They were having the first dance, after all! W-Were they expected to do a grand, beautiful dance around the ball…er… wherever they were? <br><br> When he asked if she was uncomfortable with his hand just above her waist, she bit her lip and shook her head again, still staring intently at his…jacket. Swallowing hard, she tried to summon the courage she needed and started to glance up at him. <br><br> “You know the waltz?” He asked her. <br><br> Her grip in his tightened for only a moment, and she suddenly felt really stupid. No, she didn’t know the waltz. She didn’t even know what a waltz was. Trying to summon her nerves, she finished glancing up at him and took in a deep breath, readying herself. “I’ll… I’ll follow your lead,” she told him with more confidence than she felt. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/chou_table_thing.jpg" height="258"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| TigerToes | Nov 30 2009, 12:59 AM Post #73 |
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| Ricochet | Nov 30 2009, 02:11 AM Post #74 |
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