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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 22:17:49 GMT -5
Lucia would up and suddenly catch a familiar face amongst the crowd certainly drawing a bit of interest, for the time being she would have to trust that Tuvlan could "play nice". As she would approach Alvie the girl would let some slack on the chain that dangled around the boy's collar, her hands letting the rolled up chain slowly unravel until it was at max extension just within range to get up close and personal with Alvan. If Tuvlan pulled she wouldn't necessarily have the strength to stop him from breaking loose and running about but she'd still hope that the training she was giving the boy would be enough to keep him in line.
"Don't you look handsome..." Lucia would say pressing her chest into Alvan's before bouncing back, her hands would be knotted behind her back still managing the chain with a loose grip.
"Any chance you'd entertain a girl with a dance?"
She was playing the tease now peeling back after the sudden abrasion of contact making sure that she'd hold his attention so the Ex-pillar didn't get buttmad about the chain. Even still she had her reasonings for that. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 23:18:22 GMT -5
Onward, was all he'd need to hear to be complacently dragged along on their quest for the greatest of all noms. The cutesy little pair moving about at their own pace, granted a fair bit slower than perhaps some of the rest who had rushed off to the dance floor.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jun 22, 2015 20:02:15 GMT -5
Siobhan shifted her bag on her shoulder, annoyed already with the school's security precautions. Yes, she had multiple weapons on her body. No, they were not going to be able to detect them. Being the daughter of a mafia had its perks and small tricks. Already scowling, she could see the stray student here or there escaping the party to drift off somewhere else. Tucking a slip of hair behind her ear, Siobhan strode up the pathway through the courtyard. The sounding of her heeled boots were the small clicks of her mental camera, photographing every student, every interaction between each other.
Trying to sweep her already clipped bangs off to the side in irritation at the prevented gesture, Siobhan spotted the Student Captain. Surprise filtered through her at the kiss exchanged between him and another girl. So there was a significant other? That would be handy information at a later date. Trailing her gaze across the two for a beat longer, Siobhan directed her attention to a trio by the doors.
Stifling a laugh when she spotted the small flask, she had to admit she wasn't disappointed. If the guy was half as smart as the brains it took to get that in here maybe he would spike a drink to get the party on the right track. Nevertheless a wistful yearning for a sip of the alcohol spurred her before her eyes caught another person of strong interest.
The third ex-Pillar. Well, Siobhan had to give him credit for having guts. There wasn't much to the story that Siobhan was able to wheedle from her information source over how that had occurred, but she had a firm grasp. Well, there would be no need for interaction, as Siobhan would have no reason to fight him later on. As for the Student Captain however...
Shrugging to herself, Siobhan pulled the thin gold chain looping into the black fabric bag she carried. She was here to form her layout in order to climb her way to the top and so far she was considering challenging the girl in the red dress beside the Student Captain. What was her name?... Sarah? It was irrelevant, Siobhan needed to know her strength not her name.
The party began to move, signaling Siobhan to head inside of the school. No need to be caught staring, or worse let them assume she was admiring from a distance. The sooner everyone realized Siobhan was out for blood the quicker this high school career would go through. Stepping through the doorway, the music's volume increased, Siobhan suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious. Tugging on the short hem of her navy blue dress that sucked itself to her frame and ended at what could barely be considered mid-thigh, Siobhan strode to a table that was unoccupied, someplace close to the center of the room.
Sitting with a huff, fingers looping themselves in the patterned and lacy mesh that covered the entire slip of a navy blue dress, the temperature caused Siobhan's own body heat to rise. There were so many bodies in the room, most of them dancing in the center. How was she supposed to work when she was already sweating? Luckily the dress was sleeveless, only covering her shoulders and up to her throat.
Closing her eyes, Siobhan took a deep breath, settling her head on her hand and smoothing her dutch braid off her shoulder, she scanned through multiple bodies, trying to probe and figure out their stance as part of the school body. This way, no one would be able to take her by surprise. Siobhan wouldn't have to get hurt anymore.
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