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| Winter Formal: Next Generation; TNG's Winter Formal Dance Thing | |
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| Ammy | Jan 1 2011, 08:20 PM Post #1 |
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Seeing as how many members enjoyed the now defunct Obsidian: The Next Generation thread, and several who shall not be named are sick of waiting for the TNG Day in the icbox every other month, we decided to start a new one. It's very similar to the last one, only we have a more definitive setting. Obsidian has a winter formal every year before Winter Break, and all the students are invited, even the younger ones if they wish. Or rather if their parents will let them. [align=center]Winter 18th, Year ?? 6:00 p.m.-10:30 p.m.[/align] The schoolhouse has been cleared and the desks put away for the annual winter formal. Parents and faculty join together in planning this event. Decorations are hung from the ceiling, blue and silver snowflakes and a faint blue light replaces the usual dull fluorescent school lights. Along the far edge of the room a snack bar is open, mostly consisting of healthy food in an attempt to get the kids to eat healthily, but of course there is also a selection of sweeter things that are quickly snatched up before the night is over. A large punch bowl sits on the end, brimming with bright red drink. The main floor has enough room for plenty of awkward, elbow's-length apart dancing. A DJ has been hired to play the latest hits from the decade's waifish effeminate pop star and other popular classics. (A few last notes: |
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| Ashleigh825 | Jan 1 2011, 09:10 PM Post #2 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <table border="0"> <tr><td> ![]() <td> ![]() <td> ![]() </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Landon Ackerman<br> Age: 14<br> Parentage: Thomas Ackerman x Carol Ackerman<br> Tag: Open <td> Connor Ackerman<br> Age: 12<br> Parentage: Thomas Ackerman x Carol Ackerman<br> Tag: Open <td> Samuela (Sam) Ackerman<br> Age: 12<br> Parentage: Landon Ackerman x Unknown<br> Tag: Open </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] "You guys had better hurry up or I'm gonna march in there and drag you to the school myself!" Sam shouted from the living room up the stairs. Her stupid cousins always took forever to get ready to go anywhere. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? "Hold your horses, I'm coming! Geeze!" Landon's shout echoed down the stairs. Sam sighed and flopped down on the couch, looking distastefully down at the powder-blue, frilly dress she was wearing. Her Aunt Carol had insisted the two of them go shopping for a dress for this dance. She'd made a big deal of taking her out to get the dress and the shoes and the jewellery and her hair done. No one had ever made such an unnecessary fuss over her before. She knew why, of course. Everyone had been treating her like a charity case lately. She knew her aunt and uncle were just trying to make her feel welcomed here and cheer her up, but it didn't matter. It wasn't going to bring dad back. She didn't even like getting all dressed up, anyway. She just didn't have the heart to tell her aunt so and hurt her feelings after she got so excited over it. Sam was saved from ending up with red, puffy eyes by the stampeding sound of two boys thundering down the stairs. Landon scowled, tugging on his collar. "This stupid tie's gonna choke me," he grumbled. "Why do we have to dress up for this thing, anyway?" "It's a dance, Landon. Everyone dresses up. I dunno, I don't think it's so bad. Look what Sam's wearing. We could have it worse," Connor grinned, nudging his cousin's shoulder slightly. The two of them were only a few weeks apart in age. Sam scowled and roughly batted his arm away. "Can it or you'll be going to this dance with no teeth!" she threatened. Landon snorted, tugging his little brother away from their cousin. She looked small and harmless, but he had been the victim of her swings before and he could vouch for himself that she could break jaws if she wanted to, though he'd never admit that he was afraid of a little girl. "Come on. Let's go now before she goes homicidal on us," he laughed, ushering the younger two out of the door. "We're going now! Bye!" he called to his parents, deliberately getting all three of them out of the door before his mother and father ran in with the camera, demanding an hour-long photo shoot. It was just a school dance, sheesh! What was the big deal? It was still weird having another kid in the house, even if it was his cousin. He had yet to become used to having to walk to school with two people, wait for two people before going out somewhere, eat his meals with another person there. He especially still had to get used to having to share a room with his little brother. His parents had let Sam take Landon's old bedroom much to his dismay and crammed him into Connor's room with him. It was something Landon still hadn't quite forgiven his cousin for, even though he knew it wasn't really her fault. Uncle Landon dying hadn't been her fault. It wasn't her fault no one knew who the heck her mom was and that the only family she had left to stay with was them. Still... he wasn't entirely sure he liked his new living arrangement. Sam fell silent, walking with her head down. She went into those quiet moods sometimes. Landon figured she was just missing her dad and it was probably better to just leave her alone, but Connor always tried to cheer her up, just like he attempted to do so now. "It'll be fun," he assured her. "I'll dance with you if no one else will." Sam snorted. "Thanks, but isn't dancing with your cousin kinda lame?" she asked before noticing a swarm of kids from their school all dressed up and ready to go to the same dance the trio were headed to. Connor just shrugged before noticing the crowd as well. "Come on!" he told her, dragging her towards the group. "You've gotta make friends here sometime." Sam made an uncomfortable grimace but let herself be dragged towards the other children, anyway, as Landon trailed behind, shaking his head. |
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| tearsandroses | Jan 1 2011, 09:48 PM Post #3 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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Nathan Wright, 17, son of Michael and Rosalina Wright Olivia Wright, 16, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright Darcy Wright, 15, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright ![]() Chanel wright, 13, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright tag: Open! "Come on, dad gave me a full inspection before I left the house!" Darcy snapped, rolling her eyes as Nathan told her to pull the hem of her dress down. "I don't want the boys to be looking at your legs all night." "They're not! I made sure I looked decent." the brunette said, running a hand through her hair. God, her brother and her father always treated her like a child. Her father wanted to strangle her poor friend Liam when he found out he was the one who's house she was at every weekend. Thank god he was his friend's son or he might be dead. She wasn't going to let her overprotective brother ruin her good time tonight. She didn't plan on it. Not for a second. Dammit, and he was 3 away from all brothers. Nathan felt so alone compared to his three sisters. sure, Olivia could act like a male at times, but her appearence and taste in males said that she wasn't. He didn't really hang out with anyone except for the Leusaveges daughter Siobhan. His crush who he would never have the guts to ask out. It was embarrassing too. She was so pretty, and so mature and responsible and smart. He'd never be able to ask her out. No matter how much his sister pushed him. This dance was going to be so boring. As Olivia walked with her siblings towards the dance, she glanced at her more modestly dressed sisters. She wasn't dressed like a tramp. No, not at all. but she was dressed a tad more racy than her sisters. Chanel looked like a little angel in her light blue dress, and Darcy looked pretty classy herself. Except for the fishnets. Those should have stayed at home. And then here Olivia was in her saucy dress. But she didn't give it a second thought. She looked great and she wasn't letting anyone else tell her otherwise. Her first dance. This was so exciting for the youngest Wright sibling. Chanel had never been to a dance before so she made sure everything was perfect. She even asked if anything was showing, despite the fact that in the dress she wore nothing would show. Her mother made sure of it. She was excited about seeing everyone else, too. Hopefully this dance would make her feel like a real teenager and not just a kid. ---------------------------------------- Nathan's outfit Olivia's outfit Darcy's outfit Chanelle's outfit |
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| Ashleigh825 | Jan 2 2011, 12:10 AM Post #4 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center> <tr><td> ![]() </tr> <tr> <td> Little Timmy<br> Age: 14<br> Parentage: Lian x Xhu<br> Tag: Quinn Goodrick </tr> </table> [/dohtml] Timmy fidgeted uncomfortably as his mother fiddled with the tie she had forced him to wear that night. "Māmā, nǐ yào qiā sǐ wǒ," he grumbled, trying to wriggle his way out of her grasp. Lian frowned and gave his tie one last sharp yank before sighing and looking up at her son, folding her arms over her chest. "Wǒ yào nǐ hǎokàn de Goodrick Quinn. Wǒ gēn tā mǔqīn de péngyǒu. Wǒ yào quèbǎo nǐ liú xià liánghǎo de yìnxiàng. Tā shì yīgè bùcuò de, kě jìng de nǚhái," Lian protested, her frown of worry still not leaving her face. She had to admit to herself, she was a little nervous about this whole "date" thing. She'd heard horror stories of what innocent "dates" turned into. She wasn't sure if she approved of the concept of allowing teenagers to go out with members of the opposite sex by themselves, but she knew Quinn and she knew her mother, Irene. They were both polite, respectful, modest women. Apparently, Irene had been worried about her daughter making friends with respectable people as well, because the two of them had ended up pairing up their children together for this dance... completely unbeknown to Timmy and Quinn, of course. As far as their children were concerned, their mothers had simply made a mild suggestion to them. The two of them were already friends, after all. It made sense if they had no one else to go to this school dance with. Rúguǒ tā yào kāishǐ màn man duì nǚhái gǎn xìngqù bùjiǔ, wǒ xiǎng quèrèn tā shì zhèngquè de nǚhái shèjiāo, Lian thought to herself. So far, her son hadn't really expressed a great interest in girls, but Lian knew he was getting to that age and it was only a matter of time before she had to deal with such conflict. Timmy screwed up his face in disgust. "Wǒ bù dǎsuàn hé tā jiéhūn huò rènhé dōngxi. Wǒ duì wǒ fēicháng hǎo. Tā shì wǒ de péngyǒu. Zhè shì suǒyǒu de, māmā," he argued with a sigh, shaking his head. It was true; his closest friend on the island was also the most antisocial. Timmy wasn't even sure if Quinn had any friends other than him. He had never seen her hang out with anyone else, anyway. When his mother had suggested he ask her to the dance, he figured why not? Lots of people took their friends to these dances. Plus he'd look like a total loser showing up by himself and he knew if he didn't ask Quinn, she wouldn't go at all. It wasn't like he wanted her to be his girlfriend or anything, but geeze his mom was making a big deal out of this. It was downright embarrassing! "Zhǐshì lǐmào hé zūnzhòng," Lian cautioned her son. "Nǐ shì bù yǔnxǔ qù rènhé dìfāng, dàn tiàowǔ hòu huí jiā. Nǐ kěyǐ péi tā huí jiā, dàn nǐ bùnéng liú xiàlái. Nǐ míngbái ma?" Quan Yin, she was already having a panic attack over this. Her son grinned and flattened his hair. "Shi, mama," he chuckled, which seemed to satisfy his mother. She nodded and brushed off his shoulders with her hands before stepping back, an oddly emotional look in in her eyes. "Hǎo. Qù jiē tā. Wǒ ài nǐ," she told him, giving him a tight hug, which Timmy returned. "Wǒ ài nǐ," he muttered, a little embarrassed before breaking away from her and heading out the door. "Mǔqīn gàosu tā pāizhào!" his mother called after him as he headed down the hall of Bluebird Gateway and left through the front doors of the lobby. Ha! Not likely, Timmy snorted to himself, shaking his head. Translations Māmā, nǐ yào qiā sǐ wǒ. Mom, you're going to strangle me. Wǒ yào nǐ hǎokàn de Goodrick Quinn. Wǒ gēn tā mǔqīn de péngyǒu. Wǒ yào quèbǎo nǐ liú xià liánghǎo de yìnxiàng. Tā shì yīgè bùcuò de, kě jìng de nǚhái. I want you to look nice for Goodrick Quinn. I'm friends with her mother. I want you to leave a good impression. She is a nice, respectable girl. Rúguǒ tā yào kāishǐ màn man duì nǚhái gǎn xìngqù bùjiǔ, wǒ xiǎng quèrèn tā shì zhèngquè de nǚhái shèjiāo. If he's going to start to become interested in girls, I want to make sure he socializes with respectable, modest girls. Wǒ bù dǎsuàn hé tā jiéhūn huò rènhé dōngxi. Wǒ duì wǒ fēicháng hǎo. Tā shì wǒ de péngyǒu. Zhè shì suǒyǒu de, māmā. I'm not going to marry her or anything. I'm just being nice. She's my friend. That's it, Mom. Zhǐshì lǐmào hé zūnzhòng. Nǐ shì bù yǔnxǔ qù rènhé dìfāng, dàn tiàowǔ hòu huí jiā. Nǐ kěyǐ péi tā huí jiā, dàn nǐ bùnéng liú xiàlái. Nǐ míngbái ma? Just be polite and respectful. You are not allowed to go anywhere but home after the dance. You may walk her home, but you can't stay. Do you understand? Shi, mama. Yes, Mom. Hǎo. Qù jiē tā. Wǒ ài nǐ. Good. Go pick her up. I love you. Mǔqīn gàosu tā pāizhào! Tell her mother to take pictures! |
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| Ammy | Jan 2 2011, 12:59 AM Post #5 |
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[align=center] ![]() the b r e n n a n s helena tuddenham & ronan brennan age: 15 | tag: wrights / open aubrey | liam[/align] Liam stretched along the couch, cheek resting flat against the couch. Images of good old Inigo Montoya flashed up on the screen before him, saying something about a six-fingered man and God he had seen this movie so many times he could probably quote it in his sleep. It had been Aubrey’s favourite, he was pretty sure he remembered a time they had just sat and watched it over and over again, the whole day, sitting under a fort of pillow and blankets they had built that morning. He lifted his own hand in the air, wondering what it would be like to have six fingers. Could you use the extra one? Or would it just be dead weight? And—“Where the fuck is Aubrey?” Liam moaned, arms dropping limply to the couch. “Y’should know by now that girl’s take fuckin’ forever ta get ready,” the sound of his father’s voice came from above, like the voice of God from heaven. If God was a stinking Irish bastard, that is. His face swam into view, in one hand he carried a bowl of heavily buttered popcorn, in the other a can of beer. Not exactly the Ten Commandments and Moses’s staff, but it’d do. “Move yer arse so we can sit.” Liam craned his neck up to see his mother stepping in from the kitchen, fresh from work and still in uniform. “Hullo, Mum,” he greeted. Grunting, Liam shifted his position on the couch to make room for the two, grumbling as he did. “Y’know I’m a growin’ boy, I need my leg space.” “Yeah, I’ll give ye leg space—” “Is Aubrey not down yet?” Mum asked, raising her voice above the bickering before it overpowered the whole household. “Yeah, well I’ll be taller than you soon, we’ll see who’s laughing—huh?” Liam twisted his body around to see his mother clearly. He blinked, and shook his head. “Not yet, figure she’s stuffing her bra with tissue paper ‘re something.” He smirked, only to have it smacked away by a quick thwack to the back of his head by his father. “Shit, Da, that hurt.” “... I’ll go check on her.” His mother wasted no time in hurrying up the stairs, shiny police badge still twinkling at her side. Liam sighed, and turned his attention back to the television. Oh, the fire swamp. Perfect. He grinned and leaned back, all there was left to do now was wait. Oh, fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole. This was going to be a disaster. A complete, utter disaster, and there was no stopping it. Taking a shallow breath, Aubrey pressed her hand to her forehead in a sad attempt to collect herself. Why she tortured herself with these dances when every year it was the same song and dance, she couldn’t say. Maybe she thought this year would be different, that another year of experience and wisdom would mean she wouldn’t dissolve into a complete ninny whenever she was forced into a dress and made to look nice. She pressed her hands flat against the desk, taking a slow breath through her nose. Downstairs she could hear the sound of a movie playing; witty repartees were exchanged between the clashes of metal swords. Aubrey shut her eyes, imagining her family with their asses parked on the sofa and staring glassy-eyed ad the screen, watching some mindless, brainless yet nevertheless endlessly amusing action flick. The image was enough to bring a smile to her face, one that quickly faded as she happened to catch a glance at herself in the mirror. “Jesus...” she muttered, pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes, she took another deep breath. From the brief glimpses she had seen, her lip-liner had smeared, her eyeliner was crooked, and her blush had missed her cheek by a mile. She didn’t often put on make-up. Whenever she tried Liam would scoff and say she would start looking like a real girl if she wasn’t careful, and Aubrey would dodge into the bathroom first chance she got to scrub it off. So of course, when make-up counted, she couldn’t apply it worth a damn. No wonder every year she turned up looking like a clown. A soft knock on the door sent the girl flailing everywhere, falling back against the bed and collecting herself. “C-come in,” she muttered, smoothing back her hair. Her mother’s thin frame appeared in the doorway, and Aubrey’s stomach dropped to her feet. Oh, Christ, no. The problem with having a cop for a mum meant she could practically read Aubrey’s mind, so she was wholly doomed. “Back from work already, Mum?” she asked, her lips twisted in a lopsided smile, head tilted to one side. “Just got home.” Her mother’s fingers trailed absently down her long hair. She rested her head against the doorframe a moment, observing her daughter before pushing off the wall and approaching her. “How’s the preparation coming?” Aubrey considered lying and saying she was almost ready and that she was quite proud of the job, but it wasn’t as if her mother wouldn’t see straight through her lies. She averted her eyes, rubbing off some poorly applied mascara. “I look like shit.” A long finger touched her chin, so she was forced to look into her mother’s eyes. She frowned, brow knitting. “Nothing we can’t fix. Come on.” With a pat, Aubrey was ushered towards the vanity table. The young girl avoided her own gaze in the mirror, training her eyes upon the excessive amount of make-up that had been supplied to her. Her mother sorted through the make-up carefully, sometimes Aubrey wondered how Mum was as familiar with beauty products as she was shooting guns; it was a delightful contrast that never failed to fascinate her. Her head was tilted back, her eyes shut by two fingers. She crinkled her nose at the touch of wet cloth on her face, but it wasn’t long until she was allowed to open her eyes and see her face clean and devoid of any poorly applied make-up. “Thank you, Mum,” she muttered, moving to stand only to be forced down again. “Hold on a minute, I have to reapply it.” There was a slight airy tone to her mother’s voice that she didn’t hear as often as she would like, it was when Aubrey could be absolutely sure her mother was pleased with her, rather than just guessing at it as she often did. She leaned down to get on her daughter’s eye level, brandishing a stick of dark red lipstick. “Pout like you’re too pretty for this rubbish.” Aubrey snorted, lips spreading in a wide grin. “Or that,” her mother added with an amused smirk, applying the lipstick with a few deft strokes. She took the eyeliner in hand and pressed the heel of her palm against Aubrey’s forehead. Don’t move. Easier said than done, unfortunately. She hated anything getting near her eye, her whole body would tense and she would draw back, putting on make-up was always an uphill battle. Aubrey focused upon her mother’s eyes, trying to identify at the similarities in their features. She had her mother’s eyes, a sharp brown colour that could glare like nothing you had ever seen, but had less of a spark to it than her father and brother’s blue eyes. Intelligent eyes, Aubrey thought. If eyes could, in fact, appear intelligent. “Do you think anyone will ask me to dance?” she asked quietly. “You’ll have half of Obsidian after you,” her mother replied, still smirking, “and Liam there to beat them off.” Aubrey giggled, careful not to jerk to much lest she get a sharp poke to the eye. She watched as her mother unscrewed the cap on the mascara and began to apply it to her eyelashes. Maybe this would not be so terrible, after all. At long last, she was free. Her mother stood, taking her daughter’s hand and lifting her from her seat. The cherry red dress uncrumpled beneath her and she fluffed it out with a few bats of the hand. Smiling to herself, she titled her head back to look up at her mum. “Well...?” She knew what the answer was, this was her mother for Christ’s sake, but she needed to hear it. “You look absolutely beautiful.” Her hand stroked Aubrey’s cheek gently, as she bent over to kiss the crown of her head. “Now you’d better hurry along, before your brother has an aneurysm.” She patted her cheek once, sending Aubrey off down stairs with her at the rear. They appeared at the bottom of the stairs, bright and ready to go. “Liam! Get your arse movin’, we have to go!” Aubrey shouted, hitting her brother over the head with her purse and stopping at the door. She looked over her shoulder at her brother, smirking cheekily. He cursed and scrambled over the back of the settee, followed slowly by their parents. He was dressed in a crisp red top with a black tie hanging around his neck. Whether or not they had meant to match or not, she couldn’t remember, the number of times it simply happened was too many to count. She grinned at him, ignoring the unhappy pout. “I was the one waitin’ for—fuck, let’s just go.” He shook his head, snorting lightly. Aubrey nodded, scooting to the right to get a better view of their parents. It was odd, what a tall family they were. Her mother being the tallest, though for how long she would hold that title with Liam shooting up was difficult to judge. With her heels on, Aubrey was almost at her father’s eye level, which for a girl wasn’t too shabby. She nodded to Liam, then hugged each of her parents, making sure to squeeze her mother extra tight. The two Brennans emerged into the cool winter evening. Snow lined the pavement and roads, but slick patches of ice had already been absorbed by salt they had applied earlier that morning. Aubrey took a deep breath, linking her arm through Liam’s. “You ready for this shit, dear sister?” She smirked, glancing sidelong at him. “Let’s do this.” They alighted from the porch of their humble home, walking in step towards Mother of Pearl. Aubrey always secretly delighted in how high heels clacked against the pavement, which was likely why she didn’t allow her height to get in her way of wearing them. Besides, she wasn’t quite as tall as the rest of her family. The night was fairly quiet, they didn’t meet many on their way to the dance until they heard a gaggle of familiar voices when they were not too far from the building itself. There were only two families it could be, really. Liam quirked his brow, quickly identifying them as the Wright family. Never takes long for us to run into them, does it? he thought, smiling wryly as he approached from behind. He exchanged glances with Aubrey, smile growing a touch devilish as their footsteps grew softer. Aubrey handed him her purse, rolling her eyes but smiling nevertheless. Silent as the grave, he sprung out at Darcy and drew her back, standing to the side to avoid any unfortunate injuries from the fellow teen. “Give us all your money or the girl gets it,” he said, voice dangerously low. He gripped her shoulder with one hand, the purse in his other hand pressed against Darcy's throat like a deadly weapon. |
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| tearsandroses | Jan 2 2011, 01:35 AM Post #6 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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Nathan Wright, 17, son of Michael and Rosalina Wright Olivia Wright, 16, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright Darcy Wright, 15, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright ![]() Chanel wright, 13, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright tag: The brennans Olivia kneeled down quickly to lace up her boots, and Nathan promised to walk his sisters there since Darcy was a shrimp, Chanel was a bloody 13 year old girl, and then there was Olivia who'd beat the shit out of anyone who came near them and end up in hail. So it was up to him to keep an eye on them. Once she was done the four continued on ahead, the walk being rather silent. With the occasional Nathan nagging Darcy to pull her dress down or something of the sort. But other than that it was just....quiet. That was until Darcy was yanked backwards. She shut her eyes, praying to God whoever it was didn't kill her. But she heard a familiar voice. Lowered, but there was that lilt in his voice that gave him away. "Liam Brennan, if you don't get that thing away from my throat, you'll have to go to the hospital from an unfortunate high heel to the butt accident." she snapped, grabbing his arm and moving it away from her, turning to face him. "You jerk, you scared the crap out of me!" she said with a small chuckle, smacking him in the chest. Nathan turned and kept a close eye on Liam. He didn't like him. He had no problem with Aubrey, but the fact that Darcy was always at their house made him a it suspicious. She always said they had nothing going on, but he was still a boy. And he didn't quite trust boys very much. It was a trait his father passed onto him. He was protective of his sisters. Especially with Darcy. She was so much more playful with boys and hung out around them more than Chanelle or Olivia did. It made both him and his father wary. Olivia couldn't help but roll her eyes at her sister. She never could read that child. She acted the same way around everyone. Male or female. She was the same perky, friendly, spunky Darcy. So she couldn't tell if it was Aubrey or Liam she chose to hang around. Of course her 'Ain't no such thing as just friends' theory never helped with her judgement. Her dad's take on Liam didn't either. But she shoved it aside. It wasn't her job to be overprotective. She chose to leave that to Nathan and her dad. ---------------------------------------- Nathan's outfit Olivia's outfit Darcy's outfit Chanelle's outfit |
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| BwavoBunny | Jan 2 2011, 03:16 AM Post #7 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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[align=center]![]() Yorrick | Heaven Angel Yales 13 Years old Tag: Open~ All Dolled Up "...you're sure you don't need me to walk you in?" Laughing, Angel shook her head, standing outside the school with her father, "No, Daddy, I will be fine. And it's not because I am embarrassed, but you promised Mama you wouldn't." Heaven, her mother, had only let Yorrick walk their daughter to the dance if he promised to leave as soon as they got there. Seeing her dad shift anxiously, Angel gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Honest, Daddy. Just come get me at 10:30, okay?" "...okay..." he grumbled, easily swayed by his daughter's affections. "...well, jus' watch out the boys. You're beautiful so...well yor Mom had that talk with you..." "...indeeeed she did." And what a terribly awkward talk that was. Waving, Angel watched her dad lumber back home. Once he was out of sight, she glanced at the door to her school anxiously; secretly, she wished her dad had been allowed to come in with her. At least then someone would've danced with me... Gulping, she straightened up, "A-alright, Angel. Here...here we go." Slipping past a large group in front of the door, she kind of wished she could join in the fun...but then kind of didn't. They looked nice...but frankly, she doubted they had anything in common.[/align] [align=center] ![]() Bunny | ??? Nova Hopps 16 years old Tag: Open~ DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love Fashionably late, that was what he had planned on. But looking at the clock, seeing the dance started in five minutes, Nova knew he had to rush just to make that goal. Throwing on his outfit and spritzing on some cologne, he rushed down the stairs. "Bye, Mom! I'm runnin' late!" Hopping over stair railing, he startled Bunny who was coming out of the kitchen. She half glared at her son, grabbing his arm just before he rushed out the door, "You're never runnin' too late to give your Mama a kiss goodbye." Rolling his eyes with a grin, Nova let out an exaggerated sigh, "Oh fiiine. Guess I have to pay the toll." Leaning down, as he was already nearly six feet, he pecked his mother on the cheek. She laughed and pinched his nose, "That's right. It's either this or you start paying rent!" Backing towards the door he winked at her, "And how much would that cost me?" "Oh get out of here, you ruffian. Try not to steal TOO many hearts tonight, honey. We're running out of room." "I'll try, Mama, but no guarentee!" Rushing out, he hopped onto his bike and headed toward the school. Ahh...just in time, he thought as he sailed onto the campus. Slowing his bike to a stop, he parked it near the entrace and locked it to the stair railing. He didn't want to be stranded, not to mention they couldn't afford to buy him another bike. Straightening out his jacket and adjusting his collar, he headed inside. Standing off to the side he scanned the area; maybe the Brennan twins were there already. They were good fun, and the Wrights had to be there. And that's half the school...heh heh.[/align] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Jan 2 2011, 03:23 AM Post #8 |
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[align=center] ニバイ テイジョー 16歳 Teijo Nibai Age 16 Parents: Wes Nibai and Lizzy Goodman Winter 18th, Yr ?? Some time after six... Outfit Tag: OPEN! "Let's boogie" -------------------- Whoever made up "Winter Formal" really, really sucked. Teijo felt so restricted in this monkey suit, constantly pulling at the collar of his shirt. At least Dad didn't stuff a tie on him. God, it was annoying having his parents dress him up like that. What was he, five or something? And they acted like it was a big deal or something. He was just happy he got out in time before Mom busted out the camera. She can get pictures...never! Teijo still expected her to come riding down the street on horseback to get those pics. Horseback...dammit why didn't he think of that?! Eh, he really didn't have enough time to grab a horse. Plus, where would he park it? Although...that would have been a way to attract some ladies. Girls of all ages loved horses. He could have offered free rides. Nope, too late for that now. Why was he even going to this stupid dance anyway? He didn't have a date, and he'd rather be home trying to perfect the song he and his father had been working on. But oh no, why do that? He should be out at school...after hours! He didn't like going there in the daytime, so what made them think it would be better to go at night? Unless, this was their punishment for finding out how much school he had been skipping. In his defense, it was boring. And a lot of kids skipped. So it's not like he was the only rebel in class. And when he did show up, there was always a big scene going on. You don't really miss much. Plus, he always felt outnumbered there. It seemed like everyone but his parents had a million freaking kids. Really you guys, really?! And they all knew each other like some cult. Freaky. Whatever, he might as well just get this over with. Ignore the other guys, and....do something. Maybe chill out with the few friends he did have. If they had the balls to show up tonight. Now if he had a sister, sure he would go to watch over her. Nope, didn't have one. Parents suck. Epically. If all failed, he could sneak into the bathroom, "borrow" the toilet paper, and have some fun for himself. No one's caught him yet! Oh look, the whole gang had arrived. Fun times were sure to be had! Alright, quick check! Smelled good? Sure did! His cologne perfectly masked the smell of the farm. Looked alright? Oh yeah. Underwear? The comfiest pair of boxers ever. Quick check over, the party has started. This won't end well.....[/align] |
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| Ashleigh825 | Jan 2 2011, 05:00 AM Post #9 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center> <tr><td> <td> <td> <td> <td> </tr><tr><td>[align=center]Siobhan<br>Age 17[/align]<td>[align=center]Sibeal<br>Age 16[/align]<td>[align=center]Odette<br>Age 15[/align]<td>[align=center]Margot<br>Age 9[/align]<td>[align=center]Genevieve<br>Age 7[/align]</tr> </table> [/dohtml] [align=center]The Lesauvages Parents: Isolde Lesauvage x Jean-Louis Lesauvage Tag: Wrights, Brennans[/align] Siobhan sighed, rubbing her temples as she squeezed her eyes shut. School dances were always a nightmare. As if just getting all four of her sisters ready for school in the morning on a normal day wasn't difficult enough, now she had them all fussing over their dresses and their makeup and their hair and their shoes... It was a bloody madhouse. Siobhan looked down at her silky baby pink dress, fiddling uncomfortably with the neckline. It was far too low-cut for her taste, but it wasn't really as though she had much there to draw attention to, anyway. She supposed that alone was enough to keep the eyes of the boys in her class from lingering there too long. Well, having no chest was good for something, at least. Giving a light snort of amusement at that notion, she made her way up the stairs, her heels making sharp clicking noises on the dark wood. Her sisters had to be ready by now. It'd been at least four hours since they all started getting ready and Margot and Genevieve were still too young to be taking so long getting ready. She knocked on the door of the bedroom she shared with Sibeal and Odette. "Sibeal? Odette? Are you ready?" she called through the door. Some muffled scuffling was heard before Sibeal popped her head out, her makeup all done, her black spaghetti strap dress on and her dark frizzy hair curled into tidy ringlets and elegantly piled on top of her head. "I've been ready forever. It's this idiot who's holding everyone up," she snapped, rolling her eyes and letting her older sister into the room. Odette stood in front of the mirror in her deep purple gown, her hair pulled to the side in a large, lovely bun at the base of her neck and her dramatic makeup all complete. Siobhan lifted a brow. "You look finished to me, Odette," she told her sister calmly. Odette whirled around, panic in her green eyes that were a reflection of their mother's. She'd been the only child out of the five of them to inherit Isolde's eye colour. "I don't know. I don't think my makeup matches this dress right. Maybe I should change. Do you think my hair looks stupid? I was going for an elegant, classy look, but now I think I went too far and I'm just going to look dumb," she babbled nervously as Siobhan gave a slightly amused smile at just how much Odette could resemble their mother at times. "I really really reeeaaally have to look amazing tonight. I decided I'm going to ask Liam to dance with me. I... I'm determined!" Odette finished on a note that would have been strong had her voice not wobbled slightly on the last sentence. Sibeal rolled her eyes. "You do realise he doesn't like you, right?" she told her, blunt and tactless as ever. Odette flushed crimson and scowled. "Shut up! You don't know that!" she retorted, though her previous confidence was now completely gone, leaving no trace of Odette's former resoluteness on her. Siobhan sighed and turned around to face Sibeal, irritated. "Sibeal, really. If you're ready, can you grab Margot and Genevieve and get them downstairs for me? We're running late... as always," she sighed again, crossing her arms. It wasn't that she didn't agree with Sibeal. She did. She didn't understand why Odette was so attracted to a boy who had never given her the time of day. It seemed the entire school could see that Liam Brennan wasn't the least bit interested in Odette Lesauvage... except Odette Lesauvage. Someone needed to let her know this, but did Sibeal really have to be so mean about it? Sibeal rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Yeah, sure. They're probably just playing with dolls in their room or something, anyway," she muttered, walking out of the bedroom as Siobhan closed the door behind her before turning back to her little sister. Odette had turned back to the mirror and was once again fussing with her appearance. When she noticed her sister studying her intently, she turned around. "Sibeal doesn't know that for sure... does she?" she asked, suddenly looking very vulnerable. The tone in her sister's voice made Siobhan's heart crack, though her expression remained cool and neutral. She shrugged and walked over to Odette, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Who really knows what others think of us?" she said levelly in that controlled, low tone that resembled their father's. "I guess it's always kind of a guessing game, isn't it?" she added a little more softly before tucking a stray lock of hair behind her sister's ear. "Sibeal just doesn't want to see you get hurt. I don't, either. She just has a... blunt way of expressing those concerns." "So... should I ask him to dance with me tonight or not?" Odette asked her sister. All the insecurity and fear reflected on her little sister's face made Siobhan's heart hurt. Why was she the only one who seemed to see Odette in this family? Not just notice her presence; really see her? She sighed and sat down on her bed, beckoning for Odette to sit on Sibeal's, which was across from hers. "I can't tell you what you should or shouldn't do, Odette. You need to learn these kinds of lessons yourself, as cheesy as that sounds. Besides, I've never been in your shoes. How am I supposed to know what the best option is? Just... be yourself. Don't try to act like someone you're not to impress somebody, because if they only like the person you're pretending to be, then..." Siobhan shrugged, vaguely wondering if this was how her father felt every day at work. He was probably a lot better at it than she was. "Well, then they don't really like you and that's not fair to either of you, is it?" she finished, hoping that she was making some sort of sense here. When Odette didn't say anything, only stared down at her hands in contemplation, Siobhan cleared her throat and stood up. "Well, I'll leave you with that thought, then. Take a few minutes to think if you want, but we need to get going soon, okay?" "Yeah... thanks," Odette murmured with a weak grin as Siobhan quietly slipped out the door, leaning against it with a heavy sigh of relief. It was draining always having to be the responsible, wise older sister. Sometimes, she wondered what it would be like to not have the responsibility of four younger sisters. She never could decide whether that thought made her more sad or relieved. "Siobhan! Siobhan Siobhan Siobhan!" Genevieve's high-pitch voice rang out as Siobhan felt urgent tugging on her dress. She looked down to see her youngest sister all dressed up and ready to go but pouting, her eyebrows furrowed so low, you could hardly see her warm brown eyes underneath. "I wanna wear makeup, too! You, Sibeal and Odette all get to wear makeup! It's not fair!" she protested, crossing her arms defiantly. Siobhan frowned. "You're too young for makeup, Genie. So is Margot. She's not wearing makeup, either. See?" she pointed out calmly as Margot was dragged out of the younger girls' bedroom by a disgruntled Sibeal. Genevieve was not satisfied with this argument. "I am not too young! I'm a big girl! Daddy said I'm big enough to go to the dance with you so I'm big enough to wear makeup, too!" she argued, her volume rising dangerously. Siobhan could feel a spoiled temper tantrum coming on in her bones, but there was no way she was going to let her seven year old sister parade around in public wearing eyeshadow and lipstick. Siobhan opened her mouth to propose yet another calmly-composed argument when Sibeal tapped her watch with a raised brow, tapping her foot against the ground impatiently. They really did have to go and Siobhan knew this argument would go on forever. Genevieve never liked to hear the word "no." Mostly because she wasn't used to hearing it and as much as Siobhan hated herself for it, she was about to give in to the already spoiled child once again for the sake of keeping every pacified and running on a schedule. "Oh alright. Here," she muttered, rummaging through her purse for a tube of clear lip gloss. "I'll put some lip gloss on you. Hold still," she told her sister, dabbing a small amount on the centre of Genevieve's bottom lip. She quickly closed the little tube of lip gloss and straightened, surveying her minimal work. Genevieve's bottom lip now shone slightly, but otherwise she still looked like a normal seven year old girl. It still seemed to satisfy Genevieve, however, who beamed and ran down the stairs at full speed with a delighted shriek. "Wait 'till I tell Chanel!" she shouted as Odette finally reappeared, looking put-together and sure of herself once more. Siobhan raised an eyebrow. her sister had definitely come to some conclusion, though which one, she couldn't say. She just hoped whatever she'd decided, she wouldn't end up getting hurt. "Good. We can finally get moving," Siobhan said with relief, ushering her other three sisters down the stairs and out the door, locking it firmly behind them since their parents were both working late... again. Why couldn't dad have been home to talk to Odette tonight? He would have done such a good job. I probably messed it all up. She decided that she needed to talk to her dad about Odette. It was getting to be too much for Siobhan to handle by herself. The group of five walked briskly down the path, the two oldest siblings dragging the two youngest siblings in an attempt to get them to the school faster. Siobhan had to suppress a snort of dry amusement at the sight of the Wrights and the Brennans all clumped together on their way to the dance. Why do we always run into those two families in the street? she wondered as Odette and Genevieve immediately left the group to join them. "Chaneeeel! Look! Look! I'm wearing makeup! Siobhan let me wear it because I'm a big girl and Daddy said I'm big enough to go to the dance!" she said proudly, running over to the older girl and pointing to her glossy bottom lip with a wide grin. OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodjuststaycalm... Odette thought to herself, blushing as she approached Liam. "Uh, hi Liam. You look... really nice," she told him with a shy smile, inwardly kicking herself. Oh my Gooood shut up you are so lame! she thought as she glanced over at Darcy, eyeing her with suspicion. It was hard not to think of her as competition when it was a well-known fact that Liam Brennan spent the weekends over at the Wright house to hang out with Darcy. It was also hard not to feel jealous and horribly inadequate next to a tall, slim, pretty girl like Darcy Wright. Glancing at her sister out of the corner of her eye with concern, Siobhan cleared her throat, focusing on the only person who seemed to look just as out-of-place in this gaggle of children as she felt. "Hi Nathan. You look nice," she complimented him, her tone friendly enough, but cool and detached as always. |
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| BwavoBunny | Jan 2 2011, 06:05 AM Post #10 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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[align=center]||The Allens 1/2|| || ![]() Clint | Rose {{Harold & Jake}} 16 Years Old TAG: SIBLING HORDE || AUBREY || TEIJO "I can't believe Dad made me wear this..." Jake grumbled as he tugged at his collar. "Lookit me! S'like I'm his lil' clone! It ain't right." His brother Harold tried not to smile, knowing it would probably end in him getting hit. "Well, next time we go to a formal dance, actually have formal wear." "Ya know I ain't got any of that; what is so wrong with jeans anywyas?" "Nothin...if you're jus' at home or ridin' a horse." "Well in this gitup I LOOK like I'm about ta ride a horse!" Scowling, he tugged at the collar again. He would get this weird choker thing off if it was the last thing he did. He might've gotten away with jeans and a regular shirt too, if his mom hadn't seen him. She's got a sixth sense, I'm sure. Harold just rolled his eyes, deciding it would be a bad idea to mention that he rode horses on a daily basis. When Jake got into one of his foul moods, it was best to just stay out of his way. Besides, Harold had much more important things to worry about; such as what he would say to Aubrey when he got there. And if he could form some words that didn't sound stupid, make sure they weren't something that would get him beat up by Liam. Talking to her on a day to day basis was pretty painless, but he expected her to be in a dress...with make up. How is a guy suppose to prepare for that?! As they reached the school, they spotted a herd of people; the Wrights, the Lesauvages, and the Brennans. Jake nudged his brother and smirked, "When Cliff and Maria get here, we'll be able to start our own country." Tilting his hat back he swaggered over with Harold following him in embarrassment. Reaching the group, Jake wrapped an arm around Aubrey and Odette, "Howdy, ladies, Liam, Nathan!" Looking around at them, he grinned, "I gotta say, ladies, ya'll look smashing, absolutely gorgeous, the angels are jealous of you tonight, surely--" "I think they get it Jake," Harold interupted his brother, hands in his pockets. He didn't really care for the way he had his arm around Aubrey. Shrugging, Jake winked at Odette, "Doesn't hurt ta call a lady purdy now and 'gain brother." Pulling back he spotted his friend, Teijo. Tipping his hat to the group he smirked, "Well, enjoy ya'lls evenin!" As Jake walked off, Harold sighed some, glancing at Aubrey, "...sorry 'bout him. He's a little...eh...well ya know how he is..." His voice trailed off as he actually looked at her; she stole his breath away. She beautiful already, so the make up she wore only enhanced that beauty. Oh gawds, I have nooo chance... Rubbing his hands together, he grinned nervously, "Ah...Aubrey you look um...really great, tonight..." He thought about using one of Jake's many lines, but decided that would just about as well as it ended for his brother. Joining Teijo, Jake smirked, "Well don't cha clean up nice," taking his hat off he scratched his head, "I thought you weren't comin tonight. Did a pretty lil' thing change your mind?" Grinning, he glanced back at the large crowd of siblings. In such a small town, it made sense that all the big families would know each other. Still didn't make it any less weird sometimes though.[/align] |
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| tearsandroses | Jan 2 2011, 07:16 AM Post #11 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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![]() Olivia Wright, 16, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright Olivia looked towards all the other kids. Geez, when the hell did this street become so popular? she thought, looking at her nails, admiring the silver polish she put on them before rolling her eyes at both her brother's little crush who probably had no idea she just gave him a reason to blush like a schoolgirl, and then at the Odette chick who had a ridiculous crush on mister Brennan. She honestly had no clue WHY all these little schoolgirls had crushes on him. He wasn't that cute. And some girls seemed to assume he was dating her sister. She couldn't really blame them, though. Considering she hung out with the Brennan twins all the time. But boys and girls always hung out, didn't they? She sighed and shook her head, hoping Nathan didn't melt when Siobhan told him he looked nice. The girl was pretty. She was fairly mature. She seemed...less annoying than some of the girls in the school. Her brother had a crush on her for as long as she could remember. It was...actually kind of cute now that she thought about it. Mainly how oblivious this chick was to it. Flustered, stuttering, blushing? Dear god, it made her wonder how much longer she'd be clueless. If it went on any longer she'd tell her herself. ....Oh, NOW this was getting interesting. Just as she was about ready to take off, the Allen brothers showed up. Not so much the ginger. She couldn't care less about him. It was mister Jake Allen that caught her eye. What a badass he was. She loved guys like him. And he was looking hot. And her being the possessive girl she was felt a small twing of jealousy in her when he threw an arm around both Aubrey and odette. Luckily, it dind't last long when he started to take off. She turned and quickly ran her tongue over her bottom lip as she turned to her siblings, shrugging a shoulder with a smirk. "Later." she said before catching up with him. She glanced at the guy he was talking to, and rolled her eyes a bit before throwing an arm around Jake's shoulder. Thank god for being tall. "Well howdy there, cowboy. Aren't you looking fine tonight?" she teased looking at him, pretty much ignoring the other guy. |
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| Ammy | Jan 2 2011, 04:20 PM Post #12 |
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[align=center] ![]() the b r e n n a n s helena tuddenham & ronan brennan age: 15 | tag: darcy / odette/ harold aubrey | liam[/align] Aubrey lay in wait, fully prepared to have to drag her injured twin home when Darcy inevitably castrated him for a stunt like that. At least he had the good sense to step to the side. she thought with a frown, pausing in their trek to the school so Liam could have his fun. “Ah, shit, you spoil the fun in everything, Darcy,” he moaned, pulling back, laughing as he was hit in the side. “Besides, you’d have a hard time reachin’ my ass from there.” He handed Aubrey back her purse, falling in step with her once again. They were both determined to reach this thing on time; he never put much stock in that fashionably late mess, though that may have been his mother’s doing. Happily ignoring the unamused looks from the older Wrights, he quirked his brow and shoved his hands into his pockets. “So how’re you all?” he asked. “Lookin’ fancy tonight, eh? Like we’re from some fancy tv show or some shit.” He had to wonder if they had these dances when his parents were younger, even with the generational boost the island was still kind of small, so he doubted it. A piercing screech in the night tore the young Brennan’s attention from the Wrights, to the little brown blur charging down the street towards them. For a moment he thought someone was just a tad too excited about some fashion magazine, only to remember that was one of the Wrights. And here they were, the Lesauvages. It was only natural they would meet them. The Wrights and the Lesauvages always seemed to be drawn to them in the street. Liam liked to pretend it was their dashing good looks, but it was more likely the fact that they made it so they were seen. He pivoted, walking backwards to see the rest of the clan. Mary mother of Jesus, he thought with a snort, that is a lot of oestrogen. He had to ponder what it was like having that many bloody siblings, him only having the one. Big families seemed to be the norm here, to the point where he felt like having just Aubrey was almost an anomaly, but wasn’t the two kids the norm or some shit? The perfect family, a mum and a da, then 2.5 kids and a dog. They were missing the dog, unless maybe Uncle Pat was the dog. He snorted again, making a note to keep that particular thought to himself, lest he be strung up by his lovely uncle. “Evenin’, ladies,” he greeted them with an all-encompassing wave and a wide grin. Aubrey’s little chin pop and half-smile was a lot less enthusiastic, but it would do. Being around a bunch of girls set her on edge at times, and he could see why. Anymore and they’d start looking over knitting patterns and be on the same cycle. That’s what other girls did, right? He quirked his brow towards Odette, nodding to her. “Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself.” Obligatory compliments exchanged, he continued his way to the school. His mum would be so proud. I’m here too, Odette, Aubrey thought bitterly, brow furrowing over her brown eyes. What the hell was it about crushes that made a person lose everything about themselves? When Liam had them he was practically polite around them, and nary a curse formed upon his lips. That wasn’t Liam. It was painfully obvious to Aubrey that Odette liked her twin. Come to think of it, Liam might have been aware too, but he was used to girls liking him. ‘It’s the accent’ he would say ‘I get all the ladies’ and then would waggle his eyebrows and she would hit him and the conversation was over. She didn’t have long to contemplate the complexities of schoolgirl affections, however, as suddenly an arm was draped around her and she was tugged towards a warm body. Aubrey stiffened, eyes going wide, she immediately looked to Liam as if to check it wasn’t him. It wasn’t. Oh Jesus Christ who was touching her? A deep-throated southern drawl was her first clue, and when she finally dared to look she saw a brimmed cowboy hat, she knew. Has to be the Allens. There weren’t many families who would shamelessly wear the timeless expression of the old West proudly upon their heads. Aubrey’s arms locked by her sides, sneakily nudging out of Jake’s grip and standing by her twin. “Thank you,” she muttered lowly, rubbing her arm and glancing away. She looked back again a moment later, eyes first being drawn to a head of bright red hair before settling upon the gangling boy it belonged to. Aubrey smiled to him briefly. Harold seemed a little more low-key than his brother, which was good news in her book. Having Jake around was like having two Liam’s, and as much as she loved her brother.... no. Just no. “Believe me, I know the feeling,” she replied with a sidelong glance at Liam. Her twin caught it and grinned back at her. Her smile grew a little more genuine at the ginger’s compliment, especially as it involved less unannounced groping. “Oh, do I? This is just... something I threw together at the last minute.” Lies. She had spent hours with Darcy on the Mainland trying to find a dress that would fit her petite bust and tiny waist. Thanks a lot, Mum. Thanks a lot. Deciding she wasn’t made for the spotlight, Aubrey gestured vaguely to his suit. “You look nice, too. Like you’re ready to walk down the red carpet.” Liam cut his way between them, determined to play the cock block. That was his job, right? He looked around at the gaggle of families gathered around the island, locking eyes with Aubrey for a brief moment. “What say we go in, aye? It’s gettin’ fuckin’ cold out here.” His twin nodded in agreement, looking down at her bare shoulders and longing for a nice woollen cardigan, like the ones her grandmum sent every Christmas. They made for the building; Aubrey glanced back towards Harold and Darcy. “You comin’?” she asked, slowing down so they could all walk in together, feeling Liam do the same beside her. |
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| tearsandroses | Jan 2 2011, 06:01 PM Post #13 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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Nathan Wright, 17, son of Michael and Rosalina Wright Darcy Wright, 15, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright ![]() Chanel wright, 13, daughter of Michael and Rosalina Wright tag:The brennans/Lesauveges The brunette smirked as she crossed her arms, tossing her hair out of her face, as she looked at the Brennans. "I do not. Don't even start with thaty crap, Mister Brennan." she smirked before she rolled her eyes and smacked him in the shoulder again. "Well Aubrey and I were at the Mainland forever until we both found a dress. You look pretty fancy yourself." she mentioned before smiling at Aubrey. "You do too, Aubrey. You look really pretty in that red dress. I'm glad I talked you into it." she said with a smile. Then she heard a cry coming from another direction, seeing it was one of the Lesauveges. The youngest, if she wasn't mistaken. That was the one Chanel thought was the cutest thing in the world. She smiled a bit at the little girl before looking at the other four. Odette went straight for Liam, of course. And what was that look she got? Darcy simply gave her a smile before looking at Aubrey to make sure she didn't kill Odette. She knew Aurey didn't like Odette's little crush on her brother. She probably wouldn't like it either if someone had a crush on one of her siblings. But she kind of understood considering Odette went all gaga over Liam who was a lot like a brother to her. Nathan continued to keep his eye on his sister and Liam to make sure he didn't try anything like his dad said to. Then he heard the familiar screech of Genie Lesauvage. He knew them all by name thanks to Siobhan. They talked about their siblings quite often, since she seemed to be able to control her siblings better than he could. And plus it made for a conversation with her. Then when they finally made it by them, she told him he looked nice and he became a flusdtered schoolboy mess. "I, uh, t-thanks...Y-You look pretty, Siobhan." he said with a smile. He could see Darcy facepalm, and Olivia took off as soon as the Allen boy started to leave. Damn, if she came home with her dress on backwards, his dad would never let him hear the end of it. Then he turned his attention to the redheaded Allen. "Nice suit, Harold." he said with a small grin. Darcy cast a wary look to Liam. Dear god, she hoped he didn't kick Harold's ass. Aubrey and Liam were both protective of each other. She admired it and could understand why. He acted a bit like a schoolboy around Aubrey. When the two started walking away Darcy looked at Harold with a grin. "Let's get going before we get left behind." she said with a chuckle before catching up with the Brennans, throwing a friendly arm around both of their shoulders. "This oughtta be fun." she added with a grin. Chanel looked over at Genie and smiled at the little 7 year old, looking at her bottom lip she pointed to so enthusiastically. "I see that. You look like such a boig girl, Genie." she said with a smile. "Are you excited for the dance?" she asked. She loved kids. And Genie was absolutely precious. A bit loud, sure, and maybe a bit fussy, but she was a sweetheart nonetheless. She was only seven so the fussy part was no surprise. But she was a good little girl, and she looked up to her which was a first. She was the youngest in the famiuly so she was excited about being able to be the one looked up to. Very cool indeed. Maybe her mom would have another kid so she could be the older sister and not the baby of the family... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ![]() Matthew Shall, 15, son of Madison and Jason Shall ![]() Rikki Shall, 15, daughter of Madison and Jason Shall Rikki and Matthew walked into the school together, Rikki smoothening out her dress to make sure she looked nice enough. Rikki was certainly nothing like her mother. She hated sports, she was much more well-kept, and while she had her stubbornness, she preferred talking things out than swinging her fists like her mother did. She was just more...feminine. Matthew was a lot like his mom. Rebellious, friendly, tough, brave, and loyal. Of course he looked nothing like her. He was the spitting image of his father. And he had his father's muscles too. Paired with his mother's fierce violent streak it didn't make for a very good match. "Alright, ready for this, sis?" he asked, looking towards her. Having to check her makeup one quick last time, she shut the mirror and grinned at him. "Never been more ready in my life." she said with a grin, walking in. ....Wow, what a let down. There was hardly anyone here. Rikki frowned at the sight, but smiled again when she spotted Landon and Conner. She grabbed her brother's wrist and dragged them over. "Hey guys. Can't believe this place is as dead as it is. Hardly anyone's here." she said, lifting a brow. "Must be because we're here a bit early, eh?" She knew the kids. She knew her mom was real close with their dad. She was okay with him, but never talked to them much. There was something else her mom hadn't been telling her about that, too. What it was she had yet to figure out. ------------------------------------------- Rikki Matthew |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Jan 2 2011, 08:29 PM Post #14 |
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[align=center] ニバイ テイジョー 16歳 Teijo Nibai Age 16 Parents: Wes Nibai and Lizzy Goodman Winter 18th, Yr ?? Some time after six... Outfit Tag: Jake Allen // Open...ish "Strange circumstances" ----------------------------- Look at it all, one big mosh pit of dresses and suits. At least Teijo didn't feel ridiculous anymore. But jeez, didn't they all look dapper? It's just a stupid dance, no need to look like a Hollywood star on the red carpet. Unless, most of the girls dressed like that to impress Liam Brennan. Silly girls, didn't they know? There were plenty of other guys to drool over. Like Teijo. Hopefully, Liam was just a phase then everyone would go back to crushing on regular people. Besides, wasn't Liam dating one of the Wrights or something? Stupid gossip. He didn't care enough follow it. Much more fun to be out riding horses or being the town's delinquent. That's right, much more fun. And the tides just kept on bringing in more junk. The Lesauveges had finally met an appearance. Great, now that everyone was here, they could start up a two team match of football or something. No, dodge ball! It would take forever to take everyone out. Thank god for the throwing arm. Ah, look who's here! The Allen brothers had shown mugs. Cool, no he wouldn't be totally bored. Jake, his best buddy ever. Sure he got along with Harold as well, but he and Jake were closer. Probably came to flirt or something. Teijo crossed his arms over his chest, watching with an amused expression as Jake made himself known to the crowd. Always the charmer, he was. Complimenting the ladies right off the bat, classic. But he knew a friend when he saw one, because Jake headed his way, a smirk across his face. Oh boy, here it comes. "Well don't cha clean up nice,". Did he? Maybe Mom scrubbed him down too hard. He did feel like a small layer of dirt was missing. I thought you weren't comin tonight. Did a pretty lil' thing change your mind?" "The prettiest gal in the world," Teijo replied in a singsong voice. "My mom" he continued, his face dropping. Who else was here against their will? Please raise your hand now. "But hey, man. You look good, too. Going to a rodeo after this?" he joked, nudging the other boy with his elbow. Someone wasn't as fortunate to have parents with some sort of formal wear. Teijo was pretty sure his dad had worn this getup back in the day. And now his son was wearing it too. Talk about inheritance! And suddenly, the whole good natured mood came crashing down. Olivia Wright, oh goody! If anyone was going to act like that, it would be her. How did Jake put up with her? Teijo could barley stand to look at her. Probably one of the reasons he generally stayed away from the Wrights. Small chance of him running into this chick. It's a small world after all.[/align] |
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| Ricochet | Jan 3 2011, 12:18 AM Post #15 |
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[align=center]||The Allens 1/2 || | ![]() Clint & Rose [ Cliff - Maria] 16 Years Old - 14 Years Old Tag: Open~[/align] Maria hurried along the empty street up to the school house, her fingers woven tightly into the fabric of her dress. She had her hair down today, well this evening, and had her best hat on for this more formal of occasions. No it didn't entirely fit the outfit she had chosen, but what did she care? If she was going to this thing and her big brother Jake was allowed to wear a hat, she sure as heck was going to! Clomping her white boot down as she turned to see how her brother Cliff was lagging, she dropped her hands only to bring them up to cup her mouth as she yelled out to him, "Come along, Cliff, or we will be late!" "It ain't a matter of bein' late, sis." Cliff called back as he came to a huffing, puffing stop beside her. "'S a matter of how late." "Well, it's not my fault that papa chose then to give me more pointers on my roping skills!" Maria defended hotly, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at one of her three older brothers. Having three of them, you bet she had to fight to get her place in the line, and fight she did. ... Of course, papa had also given her explicit instructions to look out for and keep her older brothers in line! He's said she was the only one that could, and she was up for the challenge ~ ...mostly. Jake was the handful on that one. What she didn't know was that Clint had also taken Cliff himself aside for a moment and requested he look out for Maria's sake, not that he distrusted any of them (except maybe for Jake) but still, anything could happen and he wanted to make sure his little girl was kept safe. Cliff gave his word, something he took very seriously. "C'mon, sis, let's just get inside." Cliff said, starting to steer his sister towards the school again when they heard... "Cliff, Maria! Wait up!!" [align=center] //The Tanners// ![]() Wyatt & ??? [ Ira Mae - Earl] 13 Years Old - 10 Years old Tag: Open![/align] "Whew, I'm sure glad we out-run that skunk!" Ira Mae said with a good laugh, doubling over as she tried to catch her breath. Holding onto his hat with one hand, little Earl finally caught up with his big sister, eying her then stopping next to her and sniffing around. "I ain't so sure - ya still smell like a skunk t' me!" He cried out with a laugh, Ira Mae growling at him and feigning to strike out, but she only hit into the air. "I told ya, it's called perfume!" She said, emphasizing this with a stomp of her foot. "Yeah, 'Ode de skunk.'" Earl commented with a grin, gaining a laugh from the Allen siblings. Before Miss Tanner could explode on her brother, Cliff thought this was a good time to break things up. "All right, you two!" Cliff called, earning the attention of them both. "Hey, I thought your pa didn't want y'all comin'." At this, Ira turned back to him, walking up with her hand son her hips. "Daddy says we can come if we're only 'round you guys. ... But, this place is small, so~ That's anywhere!" Ira Mae proclaimed with a smile; it was actually pretty weird for her to be wearing a dress...she was far more used to her jeans and T-shirt, but. Mother said this looked much nicer, and had even loaned her a squirt of perfume. At an event like this, she supposed such girl-y things were all right. Smiling at the Allen siblings, Ira Mae walked right up to the door and then stopped. Turning to look over her shoulder, her braided hair flopping, she asked, "Ain't ya gonna open it for us?" and here gave Maria a wink that made the older girl half-roll her eyes. "Oh - yeah!" Cliff hurried forward and opened the door, sweeping his hand for them to go forward with a grin. "Ladies first." Nodding, Ira Mae smiled and walked inside, Maria closely following her. ... As it turned out, in smaller setting Maria could be a little spitfire, but it a setting like this, with a crowd. ... She froze up. Scurrying off to the side, she decided to stand and watch for a bit. Earl stopped at the door and stared up displeasedly at Cliff. "What is it? You can go on in." Cliff said, wondering why Earl was looking at him like that. "You said, 'ladies first,' and I ain't no lady." Earl replied with a frown. Laughing, Cliff amended his statement. "Sorry, now it's the cowboys turn." This earning him a big smile, Earl went on inside. Cliff shook his head with a grin and followed him, looking around to see who was here, at once spotting Jake and Harold in their separate groups. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he decided to hang back and keep a watch over Maria while the Tanner siblings both went to check out the food tables. |
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