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Post by graydove on Dec 31, 2009 20:41:28 GMT -5
Stephen looked over the scene, everything seemed alright. The music was good, the strobe lights were working, he even managed to get a bar set up.
He was a little nervous, actually, he was terrified, this was the first time he had done anything liike this. He was lucky to have found this abondoned club, and some cool people to help him set it up. He just hoped that everyone got their invitations.
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Post by Angel on Dec 31, 2009 20:55:10 GMT -5
Angel was taking in a deep breath, wondering if she should really do this. She was wearing a beautiful outfit she had picked out special for the occasion, a mix of shades of pinks in a soft top and skirt set that made her feel feminine and pretty.
She had arrived in a kinda semi-sneaky manner, trying hard to just focus on blending in. She had re-lightened her hair and done it up adorably, finally trying out wearing hair ribbons in silly ways. She knew it was a "childish" look but it suited her all the same. So at the same time she was sneaking in the party, sitting in the corner and trying to blend in.. her outfit cried differently.
However when walked in she realized she was one of the first guests. She came on time and it backfired, how horribly unlucky for the poor girl.
Concentrating on things, The music wasn't really anything she had heard before. There wasn't anything wrong with new music or anything, but she didn't know the beats and couldn't get lost in the music. The lights were pretty and fun, but hardly someone to focus all of one attentions on. Everything was screaming for Angel to have to actually socialize, but the butterflies that had a everyday residency in her tummy were screaming to her otherwise. Nope. People are scary.
She was a party pooper, though not of her fault. She needed someone to get her into the spirit of things. ~
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Post by Maelys Knight on Dec 31, 2009 21:34:49 GMT -5
He had his best outfit. He ha his best shoes. And his favorite truck to drive to the party. But Alex was confused when he got there because there was hardly anyone at the party. He only dressed like this to impress the masses, but where was the mass? "It looks drab" he said. As he walked away from his truck to the building, his Tourrettes started up again. He did his best to control it, and succeeded in keeping it to a few twitches of the hand and incessant blinking. Which his OCD made worse. Well, he`s had worse days. He walked in...
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Post by smashbro on Jan 9, 2010 15:56:22 GMT -5
smashbro rubbed his head, thinking of so many things at once. He had wanted a break, and been invited to a party. He honestly hated them, it just wasn't his place. He didn't think he was a good dancer, thinking he was making a fool of himself. He didn't like the loud music or the bright lights. He'd much rather be at his girlfriend's house hanging out with her and watching a movie, or reading or writing at home. But he felt obliged, and since life was started to get to him, he pushed open the door and walked into the club.
After looking around and deciding he didn't want to talk to anyone yet, he spotted the punch bowl, and poured himself some punch. Then, moving into a corner, he leaned up against the wall and thought, 'If I were home, my friends would try to get me up to dance. But, am I really their friend? It really wouldn't matter, they could live if I didn't, and I don't feel the need to. But still, why do they keep me around?'
It was then that that someone came up to him, and introduced themselves. (whoever, doesn't matter)
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smashbro ~~~ Authority: 20 ~~~ Combat: 10