MASQUERADE, ANYONE?!?!?! (SCHOOL DANCE)

["Unfettered"]

Play Time

Once upon time. Kids would play in cribs. Chew on their plastic chew toys as they teethed. Play outdoors, using their imagination. Hanging out with friends. Playing soccer. Trying out that newest video game that everyone's been talking about with a group of friends. Playing 'army'. Playing 'house'. They grow up. They play with their words. Play with people's minds. Play with themselves. Play with the girl. In bed. Joining in a massive group for what could possibly called an amazing sexual orgy. ---No, wait. Thats right now.

"Meow"

Can you feel the crescendo? The falls, the ups, the downs in the fast-paced beats of the music? Alive, alive, alive, bodies perspiring. His own, feeling the heat of his tuxedo, but he'd no choice but to loosen it up with his free hand, further. All while forced to look at her, for there was this attraction about her. Could not take his eyes off, but more rather, because he didn't want to? His only eye, on her, as the distance between them closed all the more. Lips. The type that he'd like to nip at a little. His grin grew, as she returned the smile.. but it'd fade in and out, as he let his body grow a little bit closer to hers. This time, using his other hand, to feel around the upper back.. Not quite the waste. Not quite grinding just yet, even as their bodies fell, spun, moved to the beats of the music. Such wonderful curves.

Music transitions? No problem.. Finally, he'd seemed to have caught up to her rhythm, completely. To reiterate... talents he once used to despise others for all their human infallibilities, while keeping to his lonesome self? Now used to get close to a woman, to feel her beat. The feeling of her foreign hands, hands that were not his own, to be clutched in his. Yes. That feeling of excitement. That feeling of lust. But he was not "Thrush". He just wasn't "Jonathan" either. Not anymore. Not anymore... hahahahahaha... Naw. All focus was on her. On the dance, on the move. On the lust. But he was in control of himself.. Swaying, letting his still somewhat elongated hair fly about, dictated by the music.

Spinning her about, as per the music. Loving the feel, but never betraying more then a simple smile. But his other was growing in consistency in frequenting her upper back, and go just as quickly, but in those slurs of those beats, his hand tended to travel a little lower. And a little lower. Feeling the heat in her body. Intoxicating. Letting her feel his slowly boiling over hand, gentle finger, gripping softly. No rush. Plenty to dance to. Plenty to dance with. And a lot of attention to give to a certain someone. And a little closer, their legs starting to brush up against each other.

"Kitty-kat likes to play, ja?" he mused slightly to himself, more speaking to her, as their faces were only about less than a step away.

...Show me how you like to play... Kitty.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"Hm...yo, barkeep. Another round of warm sake...both of us."

What the fuck did he look like? Yeah, he was concerned about his own alcohol tolerance, but was he just gonna let her drink away while he pussied out? Hell no! He'd go knock for fucking knock, shot for shot, until the both of them got wasted, danced like sloppy hoochies on the floor & then passed out somewhere! The American FUCKING WAY, baby!

...Ahem.

"Sheeit, I don't even go there." Kevin chuckled, turning himself to face her, growing somewhat agitated with giving her sideways glances or having to crook his neck just to talk to her straight. He'd face her, taking the conversation head-on. "I'm just here to party, & like I said, I know friends from my old school who're here." And speaking of friends...Kevin saw that head of blue hair disappear---after his nearly losing Calamity's attention & company by glancing at ol' Eury, he'd taken a note of using peripheral vision to its fullest---Kevin could see a blonde nearby giving Ms. Stone company of her own, while Vague had left the bar with his date, went on the floor for some time, & left; somehow, he saw most of it in enough detail to almost commend his 'brother'.

Yo...you guys dance for a couple songs & you're already taking her somewhere private? Wait, it's like THAT now?

...

Good job. Hot damn.

Much props to Vague for using that old swagger of his to its potential. Now, back to Kevin & Calamity, where he'd continue to entertain & hope he wouldn't be puking his ass out by morning by matching this girl for drinks.

[Ender]

Young Emily really was starting to lighten up. She even ordered a drink herself after he had. Picking up the rum and whiskey combination, Ender downed it and shook his head. Burnt like all hell, and so he stuffed the chaser tablet after it. By now his buzz was in full swing. He would wait for the student to finish her drink, then ask if she was ready to dance.

[valekin]

The monster was still up at the balcony, and had been watching his student the whole time. He was interesting how she would react, and how her face healed after he mauled her in the sewer. He strode across that particular deck, and went up the stairs to the top deck, above the cabin and all that great technical jazz. He stuck to a short stride, an inaudible step up the steps.

Oh boy... I get to throw some kid off a ship, and get away with it.

Upon reaching the deck the two love birds were on. His student, and the blue haired kid, there'd be a feeling of. OH GOD, OH GOD, We're ALL gonna Die. Valekin had gotten himself into a foul mood anyway, he hadn't seen Kate, and he really wanted to dance with her. This made him sad, and angry at the same time. Angry enough to take it out on the guy that was grinding and biting at his student. He was watching from the shadows of the deck, nigh too far away. Perhaps Mitsuki feeling his presence, like she did sometimes, would force her to realize just what he was trying to do.

After all, sooner or later, the monster was going to get involved, and that would ruin it for everyone. Or just him. Pacific water, even in California long after dark was cold. Not like anyone else was on the top deck anyway. They could get away with a fight. Valekin'd maul him, and that'd be that. Once mauled he'd throw him off the ship, and see if he sinks.

He wondered if they'd notice as he approached them from behind, walking inside the shadows of the smokestack.

Hyee ha ha... turn around boy and girl.. the devil is watching you....

Yes.... turn turn turn...

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[seishounohana]

The girl downed her own drink, following suit after... well a couple of sips. She was hyper, outgoing... but not as bitchy as Kari. Emily was officially "near" intoxicated, she still had somewhat of a grip of herself though. "Dansu Dansu Dansu~" She chorused, dancing at the beat of the song.

[Keith]

"Hm...yo, barkeep. Another round of warm sake...both of us."

Keith nodded as he grabbed a bottle of warm sake for the boy and this one girl that he had ran into a few times. This wasn't a regular small bottle, this one was a bigger bottle similar to a wine bottle.

Popping off the top of the bottle, Keith would calmly place it on the table for the two of them. It was a bottle that could serve three to four people.

"That'll be fifteen dollars."

[Ender]

And so the wild and crazy dancing went on, as it tended to do, with the beat of the music pounding through their very core. After several songs, Ender began stumbling a bit, and realized that he had forgotten something. "Darn, almost forgot about rounds," he muttered, looking at his watch. "Hey, Emily. I gotta go around and make sure everyone's behaving, wanna tag along?" he asked, also noting that he was hungry. He'd have to see what Keith had to eat, if anything.

[seishounohana]

"Hai hai~!" Emily said, smiling.

The word Emily understood was "behaving", so in general... she said yes to something without even understanding what it was. Well, with her mind whirling around like this - who cares?

Her eyes wandered as she sat like a good minor-aged alcoholic and noticed a generally peculiar act out back. She couldn't get anything out of it though, Emily was still drunkish.

[Mitsuki Park]

She was kind of expecting his arms to wrap around her, but never was she expecting for him to pick her up and lay her down against something so..warm. That, and he was topless; his body arched in such a 'perfect' way. She stared at his abdomen - like before - for a little while longer, as she had such a perfect view at the moment. Eyes trailed up his body and at his eyes, giving a blink as she tilted her head slightly to the right, signaling slight confusion, though she was not at all confused. She knew exactly what he was talking about, and dare she admit it? No. She knew very well that her hormones - that have been kept away for so long - ached for every touch he was giving her. Though she knew better, as she had self-control...though it was the matter of fact if she even wanted that self-control for the time being. She should be careful thou--

She froze.

The hairs on her neck rising as she felt an eerie presence nearby. Could it be...? But why would he be here..? This was a school thing; as far as she knew, he wasn't a student here...

Arms instinctively wrapped around blue-haired guys neck, pulling herself up past his shoulder to look behind him. Slight shiver as the warmth of the smoke stack was gone, but was quickly replaced with his body heat. A normal person would think that she was hugging him, but she was actually looking for someone. Oh..my...

What..what was he doing...?

"My sensei is here.. I advise you to watch your actions..."

Said in a whisper as she watched Teacher approach them in the dark, arms unwrapping around his neck to give him the ability to move.

"...and..be careful."

She had seen what Teacher could do against ten people; although the blue haired guy may have had a kris... Well.. All Mitsuki could say is that Teacher had quite a bit of knowledge in the art of weaponry.

[Jenna Scorn]

She as starting to get a headache, a slight throb beginning to pound within head, as if her brain was bashing against her brow. She almost winced at the pain, but as Kevin howled for another round of Sake, she smiled. Hoping soon the hurt would go away, and maybe, just maybe she'd feel numb.

Sooner or later.

Licking her lower lip, letting those eyes fall upon Kevin. She had his full attention, at least thats what it appeared. Honestly, Calamity didn't care if she had his full attention. He could leave her, go and drool over that girl he'd seen earlier, and she just wouldn't care.

Not a damn care in the world.

Not now.

The gently thud of those glasses along the table top, and the bartender had spoken. The cost didn't seem to matter with Kevin, and it didn't with her. Money wasn't a problem, not anymore. Hiroko had left her so much. But how would he feel knowing she'd be spending his money on beer? Or, spending her at the dance, drinking her troubles away.

If Hiroko was alive, he'd have her out on the dance floor.
But she was too sober to dance.

And besides, too troubled.

Hiroko would of had her set her problems straight with Winter's.

And as his name came to mind, she'd bite her tongue.

Hiroko's buisness hadn't been kind.
She knew that.
And Hiroko had wanted to close down Winter's business.

She smiled to herself, letting her right hand reach out and take hold of that Sake now.

She should have let Hiroko have his way.
And take hold of that restaurant, and fore close the mother fucker.

A smile still on those lips as she'd tip her Sake towards Kevin.

"Thanks for the drink!"

And now, downing that warm liquid.
And letting the glass slam against the counter top.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Kevin felt something crackling against the back of his neck, making hairs there stand on end:

My Brazey sense is...tingling...

...And down the hatch---with a deep grunt afterwards. Damn, did that shit burn Kevin's throat as he emptied the entire thing, his face suddenly feeling rather hot as he fumbled through his back pocket, passing some extra dollars to the barkeep to clear what his tab of $20 expired on. The stuff had a unique taste...it was ok, but Kevin could swear he felt hair grow on his chest just by that one shot. He'd suck in air through his teeth, wondering if it was either gut feeling, paranoia or the alcohol that made him wonder if he needed to check up on things on the upper deck.

...What was up there, again?

Oh, yeeeeeaaaaahhhh, Vague & that girlie! But...I doubt he's trying to rape 'er...I think I'm just paranoid.

Kevin would pour another helping in his cup before quickly downing it again, grunting in response to the sting & setting his cup back on the counter.

"Hey, no problem. Just lemme know if you're up to dance later on."

Kevin said this through a thickening accent & a face that was becoming redder by the second. He was officially past his limit...but at least he popped the chaser pill at that point, somehow aware enough to do that much, at least.

[Jenna Scorn]

That pale skin, had been warmed by the alcohol. Her cheeks tinted to a soft tint of pink, almost matching her hair. She couldn't help but smile, those blue eyes almost glossed over with glee.
"Hey, no problem. Just lemme know if you're up to dance later on."

"Mmmmmm...."

Now, snatching up her Ramune bottle. Bringing it to her lips so she could drink up the little bit that was left before letting the bottle leave her hands and thus against the counter, the small glass ball inside of the drink giving a small jingle as she set it down.

"Watashi no namae wa Calamity desu."
(My name is Calamity)

Licking her lower lip, leaning back in her seat as she'd uncross and recross her legs under that kimono.

"Anata-no namae wa?"
(What is your name?)

This being said, she'd look towards him, a soft smile on her face as her buzz began to sink in.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Kevin was beginning to realize something:

No amount of alcohol was going to interfere with his judgement of Calamity, because when he heard her native language come out of her mouth, combined with her looks? Kevin would remember it VIVIDLY. And speaking of language...he wasn't fluent in Japanese, but enough of 'em went to 552 for him to learn the bare basics---

"Calamity, huh? Interesting name. Kevin Alvari, pleasure to meet you. Now I'm curious as to what calamity YOU can cause..."

Chaos, destruction, disorder...sounded about right. Oh, & terror. Don't forget terror. But was Kevin scared? Not really. It wasn't so much as her looks that deterred him from seeing any threat in her that may have been indicated by her name, but it was simply the fact that such nicknames were so cliched nowadays. Yeah, at first they were badass, now...if one wanted to get a quick tickle of their ego & possibly throw off someone following them, they'd take on some alias that could possibly be an undertone for their achievements. If Kevin could get one, these would fit him perfectly:

• Ex-Stoner
  
• Schitzophrenic
  
• Supervirgin
  

Yeah. TOTALLY badass.

[Jenna Scorn]

A smile on her face. Allowing those shoulders of hers to roll, and bounce in her seat. The music was booming, and she was ready to dance, well...almost. She hadn't felt the need to run out on the dance floor just yet. Dancing felt so, well, she wasn't sure.

She liked the traditional dances.

Odori.
Mai.
Kyomai.

She knew others.

Odori was oriented toward males, but as an actress she had taken it upon herself to learn it. Mai was traditionally performed in private rooms, in tea houses and such, and Calamity knew that as well.

"Calamity, huh? Interesting name. Kevin Alvari, pleasure to meet you. Now I'm curious as to what calamity YOU can cause..."

And that smile hadn't faded.
Looking at him contentedly, those cheeks still a rosey red and she'd glance off over her shoulder towards the dance floor.

Those blue eyes would catch the masked man she had assumed to be Johnathan, dancing along with a female.

Did Calamity feel any hate?

No, Calamity knew no such a feeling.
Did she feel anger?
not now.


Now I'm curious as to what calamity YOU can cause?

It rang in her head.

And that smile deepened.

"You have no idea."

Finally letting her back turn towards the dancers again.
Leaning forward, almost crawling upon the counter top table.

"Bartender!!!! More Sake!!!!!"

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Kevin was already shelving out more money---at the rate she was going, he'd might as well empty his pockets of the $40 he had remaining. Thus, he'd place the remainder of his cash, sluggishly pushing it towards the barkeep.

"Put it on my tab. Another round of sake, please."

He was getting wasted as he emptied their current container in one last shot, breathing deeply as he'd loosen his tie & begin unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it. This bitch was getting too hot for him. He'd let his shirt-tails fall down over the barstool as he straightened out the suit jacket, cleaning it of any wrinkles. Ironic.

Now, here's the thing about Kevin's body---he may not have been a body-builder, & it DAMN sure didn't show, but he worked out. After all, over anything else, his main job was survival. Son of a mob boss, off-&-on undercover work, & a street urchin full-time? Life was rough, & his body told the tale with the rips & definitions of his slender, but developed torso. And considering his tattoos, & get this: a belly ring with a golden sun medallion hanging from it, it was clear he enjoyed working on his body not just for battle, but also for show.

"...If you wanna, you can show me just what you can do." He'd smirk, licking his lips & running the palm of his right hand down his face. "Now I'm interested, CA-LAM-I-TEE."