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

[Veyugan ~*]

The words flowed through the night - stinging Veyugan's ears as the man spoke - stepping fully into the light. So, he was a security guard, or something among the likes. There was a deep detest for authoritative figured in Veyugan's mind. Despite that fact, he didn't plan on coming face to face with confrontation tonight. To be honest, he hadn't changed his mind either. His body remained in the relaxed state it was in. It seemed to the guy that Veyugan was ... hostile? Funny. He didn't see anything that gave off that vibe. His body was relaxed, but ready to move - positioned in a way to allow quick movements if ambushed. His arms neatly crossed upon his chest. Then, it occured to Veyugan.

His kris.

Ah, yes. The item he had brought as a 'finishing' touch for his outfit. It lay buried under it's decorative sheath which Veyugan had purchased just for the occasion. The white marble sheath, with sapphire jewels encrusted all around. It was a marvelous addition to his outfit. However ... he didn't expect for it to cause any trouble. Especially since it was fixated within it's sheath - the blade completely hidden from all to see.

Now, this man was talking to Veyugan as if he were some kind of criminal. Well, Veyugan didn't particularly like being treated like that - especially when the man was giving him no room to fend for himself, or even tell his side of the story. Veyugan's eyes narrowed slightly, as he lifted himself from the smoke stack - turning and walking toward the outside stairwell. Before he reached it, he bent over - snatched up his shirt, and pulled it back over his head.

"I'm leaving. Unless you want my entire outfit ... I'm not giving you any piece of it."[/b]

Now, Veyugan gave no hint as to which 'kind' of leaving he was going to do. Leave the deck ... or leave the dance? To be completely honest, all fun that he was having was being completely drained from him. The question still lingered in his mind. To leave, or not to leave? However, he was definitely leaving the deck.

["Unfettered"]

Saving Room

What is a man without his self-control? Anger is a defensive mental train of thought. Used to empower the person to fight against whoever may try to do him wrong, or to keep himself from being continuously hurt. Food, shelter, and warmth are also necessities. A starving man would not bother with the niceties of 'manners' after a two week period of absolutely nothing. And just as well is sex. The desire to reproduce. Powerful lusting, imbued into the body. To create children. As it is.... a woman in the early twenties, and a boy in his mid-adolescent years are at their highest sexual capability of producing pleasure. And so it is with sex with the human race, as it is no longer a necessity, so much as an amazing gamble that, within the right hands, or legs.. Well, why do you suppose it is that keep at it, like this? Blood rushing within him, excitement growing, he was sure she was feeling the same thing, lest she was just toying with him.

That was it. Body heat was on the rise. Bodies starting to rub against each other, with the beat of the music with her final step. He could feel her heat... resonating against his stomach. Yeah. For some reason, sweat was sexier on women then men. Their curves made the 'drip drip' travel down a rather.. sensual path. And his new lady friend here was no exception. Right now, she was the epitome. Morales, beliefs, principles... very easily forgotten in the heat of the moment, yet, even while he danced, he at one point got out of tempo, but recovered quickly enough before hopefully any noticeable differences took place. Bothered slightly? Possibly. But that was only for a moment, and there was the entirety of the rest of the night. ...Of course, by 'entirety', he meant this new, rather playful, frisky 'kitty kat' of his.---

"Yea.. Kitty likes to play.. You gonna show Kitty some fun?"

Every word she spoke, scraped her lips gently onto his.. And this is where the heat slowly began a large paramount shot upwards in his body, as he resisted to shudder, and make himself the weaker one of the two. To resist shuddering with absolute lusting delight. The romantic thing to do at this point would be to kiss her at this point. But the satisfying thing to do would be to play a little bit more with the foreplay, maybe tease her a little bit. Took an extra inch closer to her, his eye never looking away. Gripped her bottom lip within his mouth, maybe for a full second, pulling it back a bit, but not too harshly. Breathing rate had increased. Pulled her a little bit more closely, his leg between both of hers, as his right arm went around the back of her waist.. but not quite pushing her down on his leg. Naw.. actually, a song by John Legend started up, kind of a slower music. But perfect for the situation.

"..Ja..."

..Images flashed through his mind of a girl with pink hair, an innocent student shrieking at him to stop tearing at her, and of a silent girl, who's eyes glazed over him with disgust. But he shook them out. Not right now, he grinned. Not right now. Right now, he was enjoying himself. Right now, he was holding in his arms a rather dazzling woman who was... who knew how many years older than he was. A highpoint? Yeah... maybe.

..Just maybe.

Wondered how his body felt to her. He was a hardened 'little' (Given, about six feet..) boy with a rather scarred up body felt to her, with a thin layer of sweat starting to take precedence on his body. Her body was a constantly moving leaf, flying about, as if it were never able to reach the ground, yet making it look damn good. DAMN good. A grin. And a rather astute observation. He liked kittens. Liked to play with them, liked to stroke them, liked to pet them, like to touch them, liked to nip on them a little..

"So vat does ze kitty kat do for fun..?" he whispered, nearly tugging at her lips again with that gentle touch. Eye never leaving the site, trying to see the person behind the mask. Craning his neck a little, as the music changed, a little bit faster beat, his legs going up and down between ze legs a bit more indecently.

Does the kitty like to bite?

Does the she like to sharpen her fangs?

Does she like scratching up her play things?

An increasing grin, as his left was debating whether or not to go for the waist, and just pull her onto him, or go around her neck, or something.

..Or... something...

[valekin]

"Well in that case would you feel more comfortable leaving it with someone other than myself. I have a sword myself, and I wouldn't trust it with anyone.. suspicious, like myself, now would I?"

He cracked a smile, sliding into the boy's way again. He was going to get his job done, whether anyone liked it or not. It maintained his disguise. It allowed him to be there at the dance. It allowed him to have a little fun now and then. He pressed his finger to his ear, and switched on the mic.

"Situation absolved."

He let go of the button and shrugged, acting in good faith. If the boy agreed, then there'd be no need to neutralize him, and that would be just less blood that would have to be cleaned up. This way, things would turn out for the better for everyone.

"You have my word."

[seishounohana]

'If I drink more alcohol I'll... end up more in debt than drunk...' The girl said, sighing as she continued to watch the crowd.

She wanted to get off this ship now.

She felt alone.

No! Her mind mustn't rush like this, in a PARTY of all places! She was supposed to enjoy herself. ... For some reason she felt, well... uncomfortable. She barely knew anyone here besides Ender... and seriously... With all those masks she couldn't even tell who's who...

All she wanted right now was to go home. Get a good nap... then maybe she'll stop thinking.

Question is... how is she gonna get off this boat?

Figures.

She shrugged and her eyes wandered to the DJ... maybe one day she could be as... well... pretty as she was.

Everyone was pretty.... and handsome today.... except for her. No wonder no one talked to her.

HALT.

Stupid thoughts wander too much! Now she's thinking of incoherent things. Emily sighed.

'I'd give anything to be drunk again...'

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

He'd ease up---he didn't wanna scare the poor girl off. After all, it wasn't any fun if someone felt like it was attempted rape, right?

...Yes, I know, this narrator has an interesting choice of words.

Kevin's mind was in a blaze, slowly mixing together into itself like a melting pot, making him begin to lose the ability to discern; his brain was working overdrive to not let alcohol clutter his thoughts. However...

...When you're riding some girl's ass that you shared drinks with & are sure that she's almost as drunk as you, you tend to not be concerned with quite a bit. This was the case.

(I know, short post. Couldn't think of anything else.)

[Jenna Scorn]

Dancing, thats all it was.
The two of them lost to the music, lost with one another.
She wasn't alone, they weren't alone.
There seemed to be a few other students lost in the same trance.

She couldn't help but wonder, what was he thinking?
How did he feel?

No, looking towards the floor.
Letting her lip brush against her own lower lip as the two of them swayed with the beat.

[Veyugan ~*]

'Hmm. Maybe he does understand.'

His head cocked to the right, eyes narrowing as his gaze fell upon the bodyguard who had repositioned himself in front of Veyugan once more. As he spoke, Veyugan began to understand his reasoning. He wasn't pushing Veyugan around - just needed precautions for the dance. Despite that Veyugan did not want to hand his kris to anyone, especially the character that was before him, it wouldn't kill him to entrust it with someone for the rest of the evening. A light chuckle emitted from him as his head lowered slightly.

"The bartender. I trust you'll follow me there."


Veyugan's body turned - shielding the kris from the bodyguard. If this man was smart, he'd understand Veyugan still did not intend on handing over his kris. A proposal was just offered - the man follow Veyugan to the bar, where Veyugan would entrust his kris with the bartender. He thought that was a reasonable offer. There was motion from his right leg - but it stopped as he remembered something.

'Ah yes... The girl.'[/i]

Veyugan's body turned - left shoulder pointing toward the girl. A smile spread across apathetic lips as his vision was filled with the presence of the girl in green.

"You can come too. If you want."[/b]

There was another chuckle as Veyugan turned to face the man again. His head nodded slightly as he began toward the bar.

[meigan]

IC Time: 10:20 PM
King/Queen Announcement: 11:00 PM
Dance Ends: 12 Midnight.

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Current song: Vampire Ecstasy- Aural Vampire (BY REQUEST)

Once the song was over, it faded to be replaced by the purple haired DJ's voice once more as she flipped some buttons and adjusted her handsfree mic.

"Alright my little masked marionettes, just a reminder that the nominations for tonights King and Queen of the Masquerade are still open. So far we've only received one request...lets get a little competition going, shall we?"

Next, she gestured over to the bar.

" The bar is still open for drinks. As a friendly reminder, Public High School 259 does not promote underage drinking, so if any of you young'ns happen to get your little hands on something other than our student-friendly non-alcoholic drinks, please drink responsibly."

The purple haired DJ fiddled with a few more buttons, placing a cd in the multiple-cd player to her right, and flipped another switch.

"It's now time to take a few more song requests! Our first song coming your way is "Nothing's gonna take my Love," followed by "They're Coming to Take me Away" by special request, and a few other of your favorites. You can still submit your song requests along with King and Queen Nominations up here by the DJ's booth."

She flipped her mic off and raised the volume of the first request song "Nothing's gonna take my Love." The music pounding out of the ten foot speakers, and all of the little students began to dance once more.

Following songs:
Nothing's gonna take my love - Olivia Lufkin inspi' REIRA [TRAPNEST]
They're Coming to Take me Away - Neurotic Fish
Shake it like a Salt Shaker
Oopsy - Shim Eun Jin
Stand By Me - Anna Tsuchiya inspi' NANA [BLACK STONES]
Crazy Frog :3
Breakfast at Tiffany's - Deep Blue Something

[Eurydice Sudeki]

The kiss was shared as the music changed up once again, Leon still holding on her as their bodies swayed side to side in unison. 'I love you's' exchanged between the two. She couldn't help but giggle every now and again. Though the pace had gotten a bit quicker, she didn't lose a step. Keeping her body ever so close to him, she let her mouth come close to his right ear as she gently took a small nimble on it before releasing it. Leaving her lips still close to it she spoke.

"Been missing you"

*****Meanwhile*****

Things seemed to be heating up quickly between to the two. More and more the temperature seemed to raise, almost to a point where it was unbearable. But not just yet, no not just yet. Her lips had made the first move by caressing against his. But now his lips had made another. Her bottom lip was now taken in by his mouth, being tugged gently, but yet sensually. Like stated before little did he know how much she loved that, how much of a turn on it was. Their bodies became even closer, his legs rubbing in between hers and vice versa. Truthfully was it even possible for their bodies to move any closer. Hell they were practically one body already. (^_~)

Her breathing increased with his, barely able to control herself. So many different things streaming through Angel's mind. Once again he spoke, touching her lips once more.

"So vat does ze kitty kat do for fun..?"

Angel's dark blues closed for a moment, feeling the touch from his lips and the touch from his leg caressing against hers in a less appropriate manner. Well, not like she mind but yea. Those eyes opened once more, staring into his 'eye'. That same seductive, playful look remaining. Her leg slowly began to rub up and down the inner of his as well, while her hands snaked their way to his back. One just resting their while the other one gently traced his spine with the index finger. Up and down peridoically. Angel's mouth entraped his bottom lip, as he gently nimbled on it for a full second as well before releasing and speaking. Every word once more causing their lips to brush against each other.

"Maybe the question should be what does the mouse like to do for fun?[/color]

That smirk appearing once more as her finger continued to trace his spine.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Kevin felt, oddly, on top of the world---

A beautiful girl in his arms, music that, if he were by himself, he'd jump out of his skin dancing to, an awesome party, & enough alcohol in his system for him to note that his right leg had gone numb. Kevin felt damn good, & he began to gently nuzzle around Calamity's body by showing it. Somehow, he felt she might not have been as comfortable; hence, why he was taking the orgy-meter down a notch. In a sense, if she felt better, so would he. After all, he could somewhat tell that she'd not come in the best spirits. He could only hope he'd changed that for the better, somehow.

[Jenna Scorn]

That music was booming, and it would seem that she couldn't escape it, but why would she want to? Here she was lost, lost within the sea of students. Engulfed in the heated area, lights flashing, speakers booming. She was so hot, strands of hair flat against her forehead as the two of them danced together, her right hand fell from the air and was tracing past her cheek down to her neck.

Those hips were swaying from side to side, head canted to the right, eyes closed as Kevin and the young Japanese girl would entangle themselves within one another, it almost seemed like the two had done this before, their bodies fitting perfectly together like some sort of human jigsaw puzzle.

It was so hot within that crowed, how would she escape it? Fact was, she didn't want to. If she did, she'd be forced to realize her worries, and that wasn't an option right now.

She was dancing, along with that dark skinned boy.
The two of them making pure bliss upon the dance floor.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"...So what happens when the music stops?"

Random? Yes. Was it on a drunk man's mind? Hell yeah. More or less, it was Kevin's simple, non-pickuplined method of spitting some sort of persuasion at Calamity; it now came down to simple linguistics. If he said it right, the party didn't have to end with them after they left the boat.

...That in itself could mean quite a lot. Kevin had quite a few ideas of where he could take her, what they'd do...somewhat of a way to top shit off after the fact. He could only hope she didn't wanna go to a Japanese bar afterwards. He'd gotten quite a bit of alcohol in his system already; the last thing he needed was more rice wine in his belly.

Kevin kept with the rhythm, his body now fitting hers almost smoothly as he continued his conversation. "...Do we just turn around, walk away, hope we see each other around, or do we even have to end the night? We can do our own dance, make our own music. That sound good?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"...So what happens when the music stops?"

Nothing.

Back arched against him, hips rolling in a circular motion as he spoke. turning her head to the side, brushing a few strands of hair away from her ear now as a blue eye would peek out form that mask.

"...Do we just turn around, walk away, hope we see each other around..."

It sounded like a plan.
Why not?

Winter's had done the same thing, why would this man be any different?

"Or do we even have to end the night? We can do our own dance, make our own music. That sound good?"

Eh, Nani?

She was slightly shocked.
This man actually WANTED something to do with her?

she was silent, looking forward as she leaned back against him. Swallowing for a moment.

"Make our own music?"

A small question.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"Yeah, go out on the town, raise hell, have fun besides just here, y'know? I still wanna see why you're called Calamity..."

To hear a drunken teen try & spit game was either amusing or sad. It's up to the reader to decide. But Kevin, somewhere inside his intoxicated mind meant what he said---he wanted to give this girl the night of her life, if it meant her being happy. Such was Kevin---he looked out for those who he felt needed someone looking out for them.

...Even if it was someone he randomly got drunk with on a cruise ship.

"Sheeit, we can make fuggin' Long Beach into a damn stompin' ground if you wanna. I just wanna see if we can do it at all."

[Jenna Scorn]

"Yeah, go out on the town, raise hell, have fun besides just here, y'know? I still wanna see why you're called Calamity..."

You wanna know?

A soft smile had been upon those lips but it had faded. Still hidden behind the mask as the two of them swayed along to the beat.

After moving from Japan, she'd named herself that.
Mainly because of the misfortune with her father.
But it would seem, that every man she got close to, only disaster would strike.

Her father's death.
Johnathan's odd behavior.
Hiroko's death.

She should have just given up.

Love.
It wasn't an option anymore.

It would seem that Calamity would be alone forever.
She was used to it now.
Sad.


"Sheeit, we can make fuggin' Long Beach into a damn stompin' ground if you wanna. I just wanna see if we can do it at all."

"I'm sure."

A small nod.
Now, it was still uncertain if she'd make something more of him later on, after the dance.
For now, shed dance with him.

"We'll worry about that when the time comes."

Yeah.
She was drunk.
Those blue eyes glossed, lips curved upwards again.
Hidden behind that mask again, hiding from the world.