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Post by Mayor Nicky Hobbs on Jun 24, 2007 13:44:54 GMT -5
The school dance had finally come and the hall re-decoration had taken place last night. The room had an icy look with fake icicles hanging from the ceeling and glass tables and chairs as well as a transparent plastic dancefloor. A bar was set up on the side that sold chocolates, sandwitches, soft drinks, water and champainge for the teachers. Nicky had decided to attend. She was dressed in a lime green ballgown with a tinge and a purple jacket and purple heals. She had mascar, eyeshadow, lipstick and coverup on and had put on a face mask about an hour ago that had made her skin fresh.
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Post by Katie Molyneux on Jul 11, 2007 11:36:11 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Katie pursed her lips and stared at herself in the mirror. She pocketed the mirror and relaxed her lips before trying to snog the back of her hand. It was impossible to tell weither it was good or not. Katie strode into the room with attitude. Katie was wearing a black shirt and a black and red pleated skirt. Her shoes were red and sparkly and a sparkly silver necklace dangled round her neck. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun with a red ribbon holding it together. Katie smiled. She was the first one here, as usual. She quickly glided to the bar. "Fizzy water, please." Katie told the bartender. The bartender was a young, attractive male. He looked confused. "Ah," he said quickly, thinking she meant the champagne. He slid her a class of champagne. "There you go, miss." He said, thinking she was a teacher. "How flattering," Katie said, rather startled by the 'miss'. She picked herself up and walked to were the mayor stood. "Hello Nix," Katie said. Nicky and Katie had been friends for years. They agreed on so many levels. They both loved dressing up and looking glamorous. They were both proud girls. And everything else falls under those categories.[/glow]
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Jules Kaitou
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Post by Jules Kaitou on Jul 11, 2007 18:07:39 GMT -5
Jules sighed, unable to reconcile himself between the feelings of incongruity and apprehension, already shoving himself behind the refreshment table in an attempt to make himself invisible; one hand wrapped itself dangerously tight around the stem of his fake-glass drink, cracking ever so slightly under the hard press of the studs in his gloves. He hadn't really gotten dressed up for this, considering he didn't place much value on it, but he was conspicuous enough: a black coat over a monochrome striped shirt, jeans, and neon pink cowboy boots, which had been worn for the sole fact he wanted to make it clear he thought nothing of the entire dance... thing. And he didn't.
So presently, he laid back against the wall, just watching, unwilling to even attempt at socialization for now.
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