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Closing Time; Late Prom: The last half hour
Topic Started: Apr 18 2010, 07:29 AM (3,492 Views)
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The dance was wrapping up, finally. Principal Kendrick was tired. It was late, almost midnight, and still the kids kept dancing. They seemed to have limitless energy, and, for just a second, Kendrick felt like he could join in with them, be carried away back to when he was young and nimble and had all of his hair. Then someone shrieked, the sound piercing his ears, and he was happily a high school principal once again.

The dance had been a roaring success so far. There had been relatively little trouble: a couple of people had been thrown out, some Juniors had been caught smoking pot, and there had been the... incident, but besides that everyone had had a fairly safe evening. All he could ask for now was for everyone to make it to class on Monday, or at least to only be absent because of hangovers. Kendrick cared about his students, even the ones who gave him trouble, and he didn't want anyone to be hurt. It had been some time since any Bayview student had died on Prom night, and Kendrick hoped the record would hold. Life was too short to end up wrapped around a telephone pole in a rented tuxedo.

"You look exhausted," Mrs. Bishop said, handing him a glass of water.

"Thanks," he replied, "I am. But it should be over soon. Then I'm going to go home and sleep until Monday."

"Me too," Mrs. Bishop commented, and then, checking her watch, added, "Only half an hour more. I'm glad we were able to get the janitors to agree to do cleanup this year."
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Teo lazed back in his chair on one of the centre tables, his jacket draped casually off the back of his chair watching as some of the girls danced on the dance floor. Natasha had gone off to the toilets and this was the first time he had really had a chance to be alone. His table was empty for the moment, most of his football team mates had gone off to dance or were standing and drinking. It wouldn't be long though until someone decided to sit down and talk to him though, or Natasha would come back and drag him out to the dance floor. Teo was a great dancer, but it was good to sit back for a second and think about how good life was without needing to engage in conversation with someone or try and find something out about them.

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((Sarah Atwell continued from I Wish She Was Here))

Sarah came out of the toliets, just freshening up a little. The night so far had been great, dancing away and Chris had been a fantastic date - although hadn't asked her to dance yet which was, in her mind, a little disappointing. How can someone not want this even though she had consistently reminded him that it was just as friends. She hadn't had a chance to talk to Aislyn and the group of girls she was orginally going to go with yet either. They weren't seat at her table and due to the events earlier in the night she simply had not managed to have the time to speak to her. So exiting from the restrooms Sarah glanced around for her friend. If she didn't spot her she would just head on to the dance floor - that was if something good was playing.

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Jason fidgeted nervously with his bow tie. The tux looked good on him and the night had gone pretty smoothly, his arm completely recovered from the outing he had a few weeks ago. The music wasn't *that* bad and the boys had been having a pretty good time out so far. The one big downer of the night was that Erin was nowhere to be seen. He had mentioned she might not attend but Jason thought she would at least make an appearance. Guess it wasn't meant to be. A quick drink of water from the refreshments table Jason looked around for Brook, Nathan or Maf, his usual crew, who were sitting down last time he checked. If he spotted Max out there, or even Ben he'd go talk to them. It was getting to that time of night that either he would need to get hyped up and bust or move or just talk shit with his friends. Hell, it wasn't like any of the girls would be coming to talk to him anyway.
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((Aileen continued from Let The Dance Begin!))

My god... what time is it? These people are full of stamina or something.

Aileen flicked a reddish-brown lock out of her face as she looked at the students milling about with an exhausted expression. It wasn't so bad, actually. In a way, Aileen had fun. She entertained people with that one song, and she even eventually tried her hand at actually dancing. She probably looked like an old lady, judging by her movements, but at least she tried.

She was glad she put effort into finding a prom dress and actually getting ready. At first, she only went in the first place because she felt it was mandatory, especially since everyone made a big deal about it. But, it turned out fun. Most of the songs weren't so bad, either. Heck, she remembered hearing some of them on the radio, when she tuned in for a station. For some reason mostly 80s songs were played at the start, but even that was not a problem. Just like some of them can be corny and some of them can be... that one song, some of them could be decent, or even good. Aileen really had no bias against or for 80s music, really.

And, although she did not really talk to many people beyond that little encounter with... Daniel, was it? Yeah, it was. But, she did not mind not talking to people. Aileen, being... Aileen, was not exactly the social happy-happy let's-make-friends-yay type, at least, not that she knew of.

So, now what, since it was... the last half-hour, she was guessing?

Might as well hang around, and see what's up. Hopefully they won't have a slowdance or one of those cheesy songs about how we're all friends. They probably will, though. I don't know much about school dances, but I already know this much, she thought to herself, continuing to stare at the students from where she was standing.

Sighing to herself, she then mumbled "God, I'm pooped".
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On a casual glance about the hall, Ema was more than a little startled to see it so close to closing time, barely 30 minutes left. Not so much that she's unhappy about the night finally coming to a close, more that she's surprised that the time flew by so quickly.. usually time flies when you're having fun, right?

Because fun, it really isn't the word to describe how prom was for her. Sure, Ema was an outsider, she'd transferred to Bayview only a few months prior to the prom, and didn't expect to even have a large group of friends to hang out with.. she'd have been more than happy if she had anyone to spend the time with. But that was too much to ask for, not that, were Ema to look back in hindsight, she'd claim it was anyone's fault but her own. After being cajoled into going alone by her parents, the usual "Go on, it's one night in a lifetime, you can't just not go!" shtick, her instincts had guided her straight to the first corner-with-chair combination she'd spotted, and things hadn't changed much since. In the course of several hours, all that had happened was that Ema had gravitated closer to the food and drinks.

In all fairness, more than a few lone boys had tried to catch her eye, but true to form, Ema had managed to avoid speaking more than a few words to any of them, and had quite certainly managed to ensure they'd turn their attention elsewhere - it's almost hard to believe she does it without trying, repelling single guys usually takes a lot of skill for a pretty girl.

But, blissfully unaware of how fantastically idiotic she'd been the whole night, Ema remained alone, casually sluping from a can of cola, willing the last half-hour to pass quickly, hoping against hope someone doesn't guilt her into doing some embarrassing last dance with someone equally as lonely as herself.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Chris was feeling beat. It had been a long, sweaty night for him, but it was fun. He rolled his shoulders as he sat in his chair, watching the couples slowly file away.

He sighed and leaned back, his thoughts drifting off to Kelly once more, wondering what she was doing....

He snapped himself out of it. He was maybe thinking of this girl a bit too much for his own good. It was fine to be in love, but not to be so in love that you can't stop thinking about her. As he watched a pack of girls in shiny, long dresses move as one giggling, huddled mass (and maybe more than a bit drunk), he started to think of just how nice the evening had been. He had accidentally bumped into an old friend who had been dragged there by her best friend, and she was convinced to dance with him. He was reminded of just what made Latinos so attractive....
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Isaiah sat with a few straddlers at his table, chewing a minty piece of gum in his mouth. His other friends had left with their whores to fornicate in a lustful night of sin.

His eyes scanned the crowd in one last attempt to locate someone with a reserved attitude like himself. He was having no luck until he saw the all to familiar red hair of Ema Ryan. She was sat slurping a can of cola.

Isaiah smiled to himself and stood up. He glided across the dance floor, hoping she wouldn't notice him so he could surprise her. He leant back against her table and smiled.

'Ema, might I say you look mighty fine this evening.'
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Surprised, but pleased, to see a familiar face, Ema did one of those odd almost-waves, and replied with a compliment of her own - odd, perhaps being alone for so many hours had her lonely enough to purposefully be nice - "Not so bad yourself, Isaiah. So what's an upstanding guy like you doing without a date tonight?"

Inwardly, even as she asked her question, Ema wondered whether or not the boy was flattering her, or actually being honest.. sure enough, even with nobody to make an effort for, she had made an effort to look nice for the evening; liberating a long black dress from the attic and combing her hair into something that didn't look like it had been dragged through a hedge backwards hadn't been terribly easy. She'd even attempted to put on some makeup, and was surprised to look in the mirror afterwards and actually like what she saw. All in all, she'd cleaned up pretty well for 'that scruffy looking tomboy'. Of course, she still gave off the same aesthetic, sitting grumpily by herself in a corner, but at least it was a more attractive kind of grumpy for tonight.

So entirely lost in her self-conscious ponderings, Ema's eyes quickly took on that glazed-over not-in-the-real-world look, probably giving the impression she didn't really care how Isaiah responded. Not neccesarily true, but it sure looked like it.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Isaiah smiled as she saw her wave at him. He didn't really know what to expect her reaction would be.

'Not so bad yourself, Isaiah. So what's an upstanding guy like you doing without a date tonight?' she replied. He hadn't expected a compliment. Especially not a double compliment.

Isaiah hadn't made much of an effort to secure a date for the prom for the single reason that he knew the expectation of him when the night drew to a close. He had spent most of the evening dancing with and respectfully declining to take the few attractive girls, who were without dates due to shyness of their suitors, home.

He looked like a playboy, and hard to get, which would no doubt end in more unwanted attention for the rest of the year.

'I could ask you the same question. If I'm honest I couldn't just stand by and let you sit here. Would you like a dance?' he held his hand out open towards her. The gesture gave her little choice, but he wanted to give her something to remember the prom by.

If circumstances had been different, he would have considered their relationship going a lot further.
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((OoC)) : Hey guys, sorry for not replying, but if you could both please keep to post order (to an extent) it would be nice. Appreciated! That being said I unfortunately need to veto my post (since nothing is happening to any of my characters yet and I've got a tonne of work to do at present), so feel free to continue once Kami responds :P.
Edited by Fanatic, Apr 27 2010, 05:22 AM.
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((Sorry for the delay!))

Well then.

Things seemed to have quieted down significantly.

Seriously, it was almost as if it was a graveyard or something. Heck, any minute now she was expecting to hear "Thriller", and see a bunch of zombies come out and start dancing. Unfortunately, this was Bayview 2008 prom, not a Michael Jackson video.

Maybe I should have saved that song for times like this, she thought to herself, sighing. So, even at the last half hour (she was guessing), they were giving up and going home, to do god know what. To be honest, she didn't want to think about what some of her classmates were doing right now. If she ever found out, she would try to remove the mental images as quickly as possible. How, she would not know, but she would rather not have to deal with it.

Then again, she reminded herself, it was late. Why they decided to keep it this late, no one knew. But, it was late, and everyone was off attending their after-parties or whatever.

So, again, now what? She should still hang around, but she kind of wanted to do something else. Well, from where she was standing, Kendrick and Bishop were talking about... something, and she could also see a red-haired girl and one of the male students talking about something she didn't know what.

Was it time to go already? It was still only the last part, after all. Maybe there was something she could do.

At this point, she placed herself in a seat, not too far away from the red-head and her apparent suitor (again, only her guess). She really did not know either of them too well, it would seem.

Someone do something! Interesting!
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Would you like a dance?

An honest answer, of course, would be a flat no. Dancing never appealed to Ema, yet another contributing factor to why she wondered why she'd even showed up to the prom. Not only that, the music playing was horrendous, even by the standard of other modern music. Perhaps if she actually knew how to dance, or something that didn't make her ears bleed (metaphorically) came on, she'd consider it. Otherwise..

"No thanks, I'm appalling. I'd just make us both look like idiots, y'know?" is how she actually answers. Still a no, but at least it doesn't sound as mean as a one word rejection. With that, the girl takes another long swig of her drink, taking her time to savour before swallowing - the awkwardness is written all over her face. "Besides, this song's awful. Why don't we just chill?"

Meanwhile, inwardly, all Ema was thinking was a desperate plea, 'Come on, just twenty-five more minutes, and I can go home already... twenty-five more minutes without being forced to dance, preferably.'. It wasn't even that she didn't like Isaiah, or that she had some weird aversion to fun, just a distaste for the whole 'school dance' thing in general. As she beckoned the boy to join her in sitting out, Ema made a mental note to never let her parents convince her to do anything like this, ever again. Five hours of mind-numbing boredom - not to mention the (mostly) badly chosen music - wasn't something she planned on doing again.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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((OOC There is no posting order in prom.))
((Alex Jackson continued from The Dance Must Go On))

Alex flopped gracelessly into the chair and gazed around the emptying prom hall. She was glad she’d gone against her Mom’s wishes and opted for the flats. Her feet were just now starting to bother her, and she only imagine what her feet would be like in heels. Of course if she hadn’t spent the better part of the last hour on the dance floor, it’d probably be a different story. She noticed Ema and Isaiah had seemed have hit it off. Surprisingly, she didn’t know either one of them particularly well, which was unusual for her. ‘Not much you can do about it now,’ she told herself. Everyone else, herself and Jason included, had staked out their own tables and broken into smaller groups.

"So what should we do next," she asked turning to Jason. "My brother mentioned something about bowling, which could be fun, unless you have different plans."

((Alex Jackson continued in No Tap. But We're Okay With That))
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((Gloria continued from The Dance Must Go On!))

Finally, it was over--or nearly. Gloria checked the time, sighing a little when she saw there was still about a half hour to go. Knowing her mother, and her nagging at Gloria to make more friends, get out more, meet people...she wouldn't show up until the Prom officially ended. No sooner.

That or she'd wait another half hour before coming to pick her up, thinking her daughter had found someone and was chatting them up. Unlikely. Overall, Gloria thought to herself, this entire evening had been lonely. Just standing against walls and in corners for half the time she was there, venturing out to awkwardly twist her body around in an imitation of dancing whenever a song she liked came on..."I don't know why people say Prom is the best thing to happen to a girl in high school," she mumbled quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Blushing faintly, she checked to see if anyone had heard that. Maybe there was some sort of "Prom Mafia" or something who'd shank her for suggesting a such thing.

She didn't see anyone who looked like a mafia member, but she did see one somewhat-familiar face. At least Gloria could place a name to it. That's...uhm...Ema, she thought to herself. And she looked almost as upset as she did, Gloria figured. Swallowing nervously, Gloria edged towards her, eyes on the ground until she was standing next to the other girl. "It...wasn't very fun, was it?" she mumbled.
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((Mysterious reappearance of Robert Lerger. WOoOoOo))

Robert sighed from the back wall he was avoiding people from. He had, of course, had no date for prom, as that would require actually having the gumption to talk to a girl without tripping over his own tongue. Because his total amount of words to any of the myriad girls he liked would have consisted of stuttering and failing to say actual words, the words coming out as something more similar to "Glbglugglefug." As that would be the social embarrassment to end all embarrassing events, he had avoided talking to anyone. He looked around the room, which was slowly getting quieter and less crowded as things began to wind down. He himself was feeling no effects of tiredness, which was nice, although the four energy drinks he had drunk earlier probably had something to do with that. His gaze settled on a pair of girls standing near the edge of the auditorium and looking about as miserable as he did. He glanced around for a second, grit his teeth, and crossed the room to them. As he drew closer, he recognized their faces as well as he recognized anyone. The names were slightly fuzzy though. He thought one might be named something like Gloria. 'Crap. Do I say something without knowing their names, or do I just ask? Just asking seems rude. I've gone to school with them for four years, maybe more. I should know their names. I'll just ask.'

He arrived next to them and placed his back to the wall before stuttering out a timid "H-hello." He was instantly appalled at himself. Not only was saying Hello in that tone pathetic, he also managed to stutter it. Although, it was better than suddenly spewing a ten minute description of his own life, followed by vomiting and collapse. To be fair, that probably only happened to drunk people and people in movies. He swallowed and followed it up with a slightly less timid, "I'm Robert, or Rob. I'm afraid I don't know your names, though. Seems silly, I suppose, considering we've probably gone to school together for a long time." He managed to shut himself up before he spewed words for a half-hour. That was very embarrassing.
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"It...wasn't very fun, was it?" she mumbled.

Naturally, with the sudden popularity of not one, but two (le gasp!) people coming over to talk to her, Ema made what seemed to her like the right choice, and turned her attention to the first one first, without so much as a change of expression or tone from her conversation with Isaiah. "Not really, no.. food was good, though."
In all honesty, she didn't recognise Gloria either, as in the little time she'd been at Bayview, she hadn't made much of an effort to get to know anybody. 'I'll be off to Uni, or College, or whatever it is now, soon enough anyway, why bother?' she had always reasoned. But perhaps it wasn't the best reasoning, particularly when confronted with the very same ignorance.

"I'm Robert, or Rob. I'm afraid I don't know your names, though. Seems silly, I suppose, considering we've probably gone to school together for a long time."

Now turning to the boy, Robert or Rob, she let out a low chuckle under her breath, responding somewhat disinterestedly "Meh, I've not been here long at all, and I've not really made much of an effort to get to know anyone. You're on your own with Isaiah and.. uh... her," she pointed to Gloria, as she really did have no idea what her name was, "I'm Ema though, transferred here a few months back."
As that last sentence trailed off, as though Ema had intended to add something else - perhaps where she'd come from, as if the accent didn't make it obvious - she tilted her head back towards the clock, sighing aloud. Yet more 'proof' of her theory that time genuinely slows down when you want it to pass quickly.


((Yeah, sorry for the delay, had exams and whatnot as mentioned in the Away thread, coupled with a major lack of creativeness. No more exams for just over a week after this afternoon, so you can expect me to be a little less slow for a while.))
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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