October: All Hallows Eve

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Let's dance then 'kay? Remember that one time...? At that one place?" Sara said to Matim, pressing her hips against his and moving a bit. He giggled, as her arm went around his waist, he made sure his cup had been emptied before tossing it aside and dancing his way away from the table with the punch. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her ear, smiling.

"How could I ever forget? The music was playing, the drinks were flowing, you came to my place and we had a pretty good time as I recall," He said. He smiled and grinned, "It was a pretty happenin time. We've had a lot of those." He said, motioning to twirl her before going into more of a ballroom dance, his left hand resting at her waistline, his right hand taking hers in his as he began to step to the music's time signature naturally. One of the things Luke taught this boy to do right.... dance.

As he moved on the change ups he'd turn them a quarter turn in whatever direction giving them movement to dance around rather than dance in one place back and forth. Every once in awhile he'd attempt a spin if she let him.

"So," He said, "Do you like my costume? I figured you'd like me to dress a little darker," He said, opening his eyes wide at the word darker. "Besides, it's not everyday I get to wear leather pants..."

[Mitsukai]

Mitsukai wasn't paying any attention to what the clown was saying, concentrating instead on just getting the hell out of this place. Damn he was one persistent bastard she'd give him that. "NOW LETS DANCE!" he shouted then without warning he grabbed her and proceeded to drag her off against her will towards the crowd. Looked like he was just not going to let her go so easily...Sigh.....so much for escaping....

[Sara Gallagher]

She smiled as Matrim kissed her ear, a shiver running up her spine as she allowed herself to be led away, dancing with him. Her cup was left behind at the table, empty. She laughed as he twirled her, what little skirt there was to her costume moving with the motion.

She was glad she had chosen to wear her hair back tonight, out of her face. She had made an attempt at making it look good for once, bangs framing her face, no stray hairs making it look messy. She pulled back to him after the twirl, her one arm going to his shoulder, her other meeting his hand, her fingers gently twining with his. She definitely wasn't one for dancing... When she was sober. Drunk, she would attempt it, but only for him >3>

She laughed at her own attempt to keep up with his movements and keep to the beat. It was rare for her to laugh at herself, rare to see such a genuine smile on her face. But how could she not smile when he was around? "I love the costume. I think you look hot in leather." Her fingers gently squeezed his shoulder, her fingers lightly digging into him. "Seriously though, it was a good choice." Involuntarily, her gaze flicked downwards, getting a bigger smile and a giggle out of her. "A very good choice. Do you like mine? I think it's fitting, 'cuz I'm such a good girl right?" She looked up at him innocently.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor smiled at the older him, acknowledging another player was always a custom between players as they went on their ways, and then he watched him go for reira...

damn... where's gabriel anyway

oh right... with Alexis... that makes total se-

WHAT THE FUCK!?

Did Victor not tell him to leave her alone? for someone who cared he didn't really understand very much did he?

*facepalm*

Victor sighed and smiled, tutting everyone, this was gonna turn into a drama fest way to fast, Victor could already see it

Reira would turn away from play-boy to see Gabriel with alexis, then she would go to play-boy, and then Gabriel would see that, and then everyone loses

victor [sarcasm]loved[/sarcasm] high school... also why he steered clear of relationshi-

holy crap...

holy crap...

Holy defecation

That's when Victor saw her easily one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen, she looked italian, so that made sense... demetra status? maybe... half of demetra's attractiveness was her intelligence. Victor would definately like to see how intelligent this girl was...

Victor adjusted the little bow tie of his chip n' dale outfit, putting on his lady-killing smile he walked over gracefully, she was by gilgamesh, but that wasn't gonna stop Victor, in fact, it may help out a little..

"Hey guys" Victor would say, bright and friendly to the two of them "I didn't know you did tech work... you should have told me, maybe you'd be interested in teching one of my concerts" Victor said his attention on gilgamesh, with that pleasentry out of the way he turned to mischa, and smiled, heart-melting. "hey there, I don't think we've met, I'm Victor, I'll be your entertainment for the night" Victor said with a little laugh, clearly it wasn't an advance, just a joke, lighten the mood.

[Charles Bass]

Chuck laughed a little as he watched the girl get flustered and when she almost fell, he caught her by the hips. His mind wondering off into dirty thoughts.

As she was regaining her balance, he watched as a rather tall man was making a fool of himself..why was he making a fool of himself? He had what? Like three drinks and he was slurring...

Oh well.

Charles turned to the hottest girl at the dance...

She grabbed his hand and he followed. A smug expression apparent in his facial features. They were now hidden... like he had suggested earlier. Reira grabbed the funny cig and pushed him against the wall. Now, this was fantastic. He liked her like this.

A sly smile curled on his lips as he brought his hand up to light it for her...with his gold lighter.

When she was done with it, he would grab it and draw in the smoke, holding it in for as long as he could. He was rich.. so this was great shit.

He then passed it back to Reira whilst blowing smoke rings.

"Admit it... you are enjoying yourself?" he said with a small chuckle... his pupils changing sizes.

[Reira DeMorvick]

As he generously lit the joint, Reira took a large toke, holding the smoke inside her lungs. Chuck took a drag immediately after, exhaling the fumes in small O’s. Reira managed to hold her breath longer and blew it all in his face. Why? Because she fucking could, that’s why. Giggling, it was her turn again. The joint would then get shared evenly.

“Why Charles, I always enjoy myself,” she said with a grin, exhaling once more. Reira was definitely high. And drunk. It was a deadly combo. The feeling was totally great until the morning came, where the body would then do a double crash. Oh well, just another night out, right? She’d never guess she could actually have fun with Chuck. After all, she hated him…or so she kept telling herself.

Suddenly the vibrations the speakers were emitting felt very, very strange. She felt light, as if she could fly. Time felt so slow. Reira was officially fucked up. The atmosphere of the place wasn’t helping her there either. The smoke from the smoke machines were swirling to make shapes in the air and… And Reira began to giggle hysterically. “Look Chuck, look. Look at my hands. They’re so…they feel so weird,” she said, opening and closing her hands in his face. She would then involuntarily lean against him, her chest pressing against his own.

“I love this song. Why don’t you carry me out there and show me how well your moves are.” She smiled, still with that untrustworthy evil tinge. “I’m ready to god damn party!”

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa got up to them and instantly.. Gabriel was gone. Did she smell?

o.O

She seemed fine... yet again she could be used to her own smell. Then her inner battle of the odor had came to a halt when she had seen where he was going. He went up to Alexis!?!?!?!?!?!?

The girl probably wanted to prey on taken men! Damn, Alexis and her sexy charm! Mischa was about to approach the two... and she had seen Reira with some guy...then they went behind the speakers...

UuuUUMMmmmuUMmm...

Mischa was about to go check up on her friend before she would go and do some form of act of stupidity... until he showed up. Who ever he was....

"hey there, I don't think we've met, I'm Victor, I'll be your entertainment for the night"

Mischa's eyes went wide and she started to blush. Now she got his name to fit the beautiful smile he had....

"Hi..I-I'm eesha..."

shit!!!

shitshit!

"Mischa..shit...sorry..gah..." now her face was getting a little more red and thinking about her getting red was embarrassing, therefore she kept getting that much more flustered. "Gawd, I'm a mess... too much of that punch...and that tequila..."

[Krane Asiv]

"I dont hate my heritage, I'm just tired of people not seeing me."

Spike replied. The guys costume was still kinda freaking him out. It even had the creepy noises that sounded like a breather and voice changer? Maybe something that took what you said an dplayed it back like a robots voice. Kinda cool, but alittle odd. Right now Spikes mind was more on if hed have to fight this guy, and why the doors where locked.

~Can I bust the doors down?~

John took a second to look at his right arm, and the supressing bandages fromt he elbow down. If one had a good enough eye they would see the way the bandages where made was to restrict something, other than bind wounds.

[Arthur Ð]

The rapid series of clicks were heard once more. Arthur staring intently at Spike.

"Not. Seeing. Me. Can't. See. Me." Arthur responded, before a malevolant laugh erupted from his voice modulator. This carried on for a moment before Arthur calmed down. "No. Not. Being. Seen. Is. A. Problem. Indeed." Arthur finished talking. Staring at Spike still, the constantly changing music and lights was begining to annoy him and he began to tap the metal needles on his hand together.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel would pull her closer than expected. His tall frame easily dwarfing hers. Alexis would be right up against his chest listening to the steady pound of his heart beating. Slow breaths overtook his keeping the calm repetition from bounding out of control, he wanted to re-do everything from the start. He didn't want to hurt Alexis ever again.

"Gabriel...I'm sorry for what I said to you... I tend... to say things I don't mean when I'm...hurt."

Gabriel brought their hand's up to her lips and put a cool finger over them to make her stop apologizing. There was no purpose in it at all.

"No, you were right," Gabriel would pronounce simply still holding the beat of the dance as his head dampened over hers.

"I handled things coldly, afraid to lose what I hold most dear I tend to push everyone away from me. For that I apologize." He wasn't finished with his apology because he had so much more to repent for.

"I apologize for Olivia, I couldn't do anything to protect her, instead I was cold and left her...I think thats what killed her the most." His voice was sad and meloncholy this time something inside him wanted to break loose and tear him to shreads. But prior to this night he'd gotten it all out, an eternity of suffering still to come however.

[Jenna Scorn]

She was enjoying herself, blue eyes finding the screen of her phone, eyes shielded by the black mask as she was huddled to her phone. She was paying no mind to the dancing students, considering half of the girls were half naked as it was. And Jenna wasn't even a bit jealous. If the girls felt they needed to dress slutty to draw in attention, and if the boys went after it, that was their loss. Not her's.

She gave a short yawn, considering all the lies she'd tell her uncle about the dance. She smiled, she had to tell him she had fun. She wouldn't get his hopes up. She'd tell him she had danced the night away, and was so busy talking to all her old friends.

She sighed.

All lies.

"Oi, cutie, what'cha doing all by yourself?"

She jumped suddenly, the movement against her rump drawing her away from her thoughts. She'd blink her eyes, and turn to face the massive being. The young feline tilted her masked face, tail swaying side to side as she had turned to look at him.

She was silent for a moment before she'd grin, mask shielding such emotion from his eyes.

"Katsuri??"

She could almost kiss him, the young girl pouncing onto him, to gently cuddle against costume.

"Why look at yooooou."

She swayed from side to side, her tail swaying behind her as she did so, she'd gently touch his costume for a moment.

"Meeeeeeoooooow."

She'd give a short purr.

[David B.]

David moved through the crowd, making it to center ice before too long. He turned and cupped the hand of the girl gently, using his other hand to wrap around her waist and bring her body in closer to the eerie clown suit. He would move to the strange classic music calmly, trying his best to seem talkative without looking like a total bafoon. Kinda hard to do when your wearing something like what he was wearing, but it was worth a try.

"You new to the school?"

His voice was still high pitched, but calmer, showing her that he could be mature. The song would switch to a faster paced one and he would turn her around so she could press against him in a totally sexual normal manner. He would speak in her ear, not in a creepy way, but in a friendly way. Friends talked to each other while doing the grind and dressed as a clown and maid, right?

"You know, i think maybe your AFRAID to have fun. I swear, the day i see you lighten up is the day i get up on the stage and start doing a striptease!"

oho...a challenge?

MAYBE!?

[Amber Dawn]

We are bored. When can we go home? I mean come on. Nobody even notices us, and the lights are starting to be a pain. Not to mention there is that new book you bought today that we are dying to read.

She sighed softly as that voice once more spoke up in her mind. Having to admit that it was making sense right now but not wishing to leave just yet. She could not shake the feeling that something interesting was going to happen sooner or later. So for now, she reached into the waist of her skirt where she had tucked away her MP3 player and pulled it out. Taking the pink earbuds from around it and placing them in her ears. Soon enough she had "Hinder" blaring in her ears, drowing out the sounds of the crowded room. Once more the voices falling silent, the music being the only thing she had ever found that kept them quiet. Not that she minded them, but sometimes it was nice to get a break from their nagging. Letting her eyes close lightly, she leaned back in the chair, her foot shifting up and down in time with the music. Letting herself get lost in the sounds now filling her head. Her hands once more coming to rest on her lap, MP3 resting next to them. She supposed that she could stay for awhile longer and then if nothing happened she would go home. Did her good to be out and about. Not like she had expected to actually talk to anyone. She never expected that, regardless of where she was. She did not really get along with people. The talking out loud to herself thing being a bit off setting to most.

[seishounohana]

It's a night of funky, creepy music (That Emily never really got into, primarily because of her preference for Classical music), costumes and fairly interesting couples showing up. The Shugo Chara cosplayer merely watched as everyone else began dancing and socializing like everyone else should.

Though, Emily wasn't exactly that sort of person. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly, nor was she someone who basks in her own solitude, but rather someone who more or less is comfortable with being alone.

That was Emily for you.

It was awkward enough to run around with this costume on in the first place.

The atmosphere became a little crazy when a familiar young comrade came nearby. Emily could barely remember the name, though she could swear that he reeked slightly of alcohol.
"Emily? It'sh been a while, Hashn't it?" he said. Emily only smiled and nodded.

"It probably has." She said, "I barely remember your name though."

Yeah, she was only human. Maybe a proper reminder would do her good.

Though, in the middle of her attempts on remembering, Emily would feel a hand on her shoulder; and being how easily startled she can get, Emily yelped a bit and felt her heart skip a couple of beats before she looked behind her in time to see Alex take off his mask. Emily just heaved a sigh, looking around to make sure no one saw that moment of silliness.

["Your Highness, would you grant me the honor of sharing this dance and night with me?"]

Emily blushed a bit. Ryuu and his tendencies to call her by regal titles sometimes get her a little mushed, but that was something she actually liked. Smiling despite attempts to conceal her blushes Emily would take his hand and excuse herself from Masaru, waiting for her dance partner to take the lead.

"Sorry I was late." She apologized, "It's not easy putting on Layla's costumes!"

[Masaru]

Masaru hummed to himself. Love was in the air. Although that was a foreign emotion to him, Masaru knew he was in no position to stop it. He gestured for Emily to go, even though she most likely didn't see it. It was better this way, Masaru in the condition he was in probably wouldn't be the best of a conversationalist. Why didn't she remember him? They were both in that traumatic incident at the Correctional Facility, they both fought together!

It mattered not, perhaps she blocked it out of her memory. Perhaps Masaru wasn't worth it to remember. He was a nobody. He didn't belong anywhere, he just was. The beer kicking in, Masaru's vision became even worse, instead of just seeing the average 5 images of one person doing different things, it doubled. Tonight was going to be a horrible night.

Ah, so he was a depressing drunk.

Masaru stumbled to the doors again. Still locked. Caged like an animal!

Suddenly Masaru was back in the correctional facility. Mathew Amtrum was assigned to fight him to test his abilities. Masaru fell to the floor, every bone in his body mentally broken, as if it was yet again back when Amtrum destroyed his physical existance. Why didn't he just die?

Like a puppet on its strings, Masaru inflated back into the standing position. He was in another cell.

("Happy Birthday")

The guards rolled in a huge pink cake. The cake man jumped out and proceeded to try and get Masaru yet again. Toyota Musashi came into the cage, and proceeded to beat the crap outa Tinky Winky. What was going on?

A bright light.

Suddenly Masaru's vision changed. His inner Qi activated, he saw the possible future of every organic being close to him.

Masaru stumbled back to his table and took a seat, and began furiously rubbing his temples.

Masaru freed every prisoner in the Correctional facility, those that where intelligent enough to follow him escaped with him, the rest...

Masaru blacked out at the table. In a deep sleep. How long till he awoke? In a drunken haze, getting knocked unconscious was probably the best remedy to save Masaru from his own past...