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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 11, 2009 3:19:20 GMT -8
((0OC: SERIOUSLY....nooo guys!!! you can post by peeking in or watching from outside the gym, but you will not be allowed in the gym. ))
Monday night? What a better way to spend the evening then a giant GIRLS ONLY slumber party? Bastille had decided this school was way to much about fighting and what better then to fix that then to have something considered NORMAL by the real world. Bastille grinned as she had hijacked the gym around 8pm and then from there set out the gymnastics mats across the floor to make it more comfy. She also had set up a snack table, two big tubs of water balloons for later, a table of nails and hair supplies she would stay clear from. She had stolen most of it from Homi anyway….She had also set up a large screen TV. and small portable fire pit grills for smores. To put it simply, this was going to be the most legit slumber party ever. Bastille was determined of that. She had even gone so far as to having brought keys to the school pool and shower room…extra towels, blankets and pillows. Bastille was ready to spice things up…the best girl time she would ever have. Besides Bastille needed to know her competition. Maybe later she would make them all step out to the pool, which she had set the heater to 99 degrees, so like bath water. Then she could compare. Smirking she looked around having set the last of the extra pillows and blankets out about. She turned towards her own stuff and picked it up.
She had hacked the PTA system and gotten all the girls of the schools phone number. She was even more proud when she had texted them all to come on over, for a night of fun. She was excited. Despite the whole girlie thing was totally not Bastille in any way shape or form…it was true, there where times she needed a girlie outlet. This was one of them. Not saying she would do her hair or nails….that was just to make sure Homi had none left to do hers when she got home.
She took out her pj’s. The gym was empty so she stripped down right there and changed into her bathing suit and then a pair of blue shorts and a big white t-shirt she planned on wearing to sleep tonight. Putting her hands on her hips she smirked devishly.
“we ARE ready…”
((0OC: SERIOUSLY....nooo guys!!! you can post by peeking in or watching from outside the gym, but you will not be allowed in the gym. ))
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 11, 2009 5:44:18 GMT -8
Slumber party at the Gym? Let's say Emily liked the idea and made the entire thing legal even if Bastille never really noticed that she had prepped stuff just so thing girl night would work. Actually, Emily never really had much of an opportunity to mingle with peers of the same sex, but in general found herself to be quite alright anyways. So, Emily had come in early and brought along a rather large cake; something she had made as soon as she got the text message. ... come to think of it, how the heck did Bastille get her number?! ... Meh, too late to bother with that now. She'll find it out sooner or later. After all, she was a pillar now, which meant she had access to things... At least, more or less.
"I'm here." She said, carefully placing the huge cake by a table near the door. Yeah, she baked this. Got a problem? But of course, what was Emily wearing? It was a good old loose white shirt and boxers. Who needs PJs when you got loose clothing? I mean, seriously. |
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 5:51:22 GMT -8
Kevala had no clue what she was doing here. She had told her shrink about all of this going on and the woman had said this would be good for her. Bah! Why did she have to mention getting that text messege?
So, in another last ditch effort to get out of therapy, she had agreed to some here. Having told Katsu she would not be home tonight and grabbing her pj's she had left home and headed here.
Now here she was, entering the room and slipping over against one of the walls. She was nervous to say the least. Knowing her luck, and that had been pretty freaking bad the last couple days, it was likely not to end well for her.
She had yet to really meet any of the girls at the school...and the ones she had met, did not really like her. Well, aside from Mistukai....But yeah, one compared to the number sure to be here was not a lot..
Those icy hues looking about the room she noted that only two girls were here, and though she was usually not scared to start something if need be, she had a little more to be concerned about at the present time. So she stayed against the wall. Watching. Maybe she would eventually gain the nerve to venture to talk to some of the girls here. But as her hand ran over her stomach, she began to doubt that.
Maybe she would be lucky and they would not even notice she was here?
Yeah, she had a way of seeming to fade into the background of things....So, for now, she would just wait.
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Post by Drea on Oct 11, 2009 8:17:56 GMT -8
Drea had been surprised to receive the text message - she'd yet to give her number out - but was pleased nonetheless. She was being invited to a girls' function. She had no doubts that her mother would allow it. After all, it meant that she wouldn't be in their way, and she'd gotten all the right answers on her last couple of tests.
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As she'd thought, her mother gave permission - said mother had been in a surprisingly good mood. Such a good mood, in fact, that she'd ordered two hundred cookies made to order. They'd be delivered just thirty minutes after the set time for the sleepover.
She herself headed into the event - the gym, to be more exact - with a bag over her shoulder.
Within the bag? Well, there was pajama pants, a brush, some things to do, and a couple board games. And of course, several other things like pain meds and advil and whatnot. She had no doubt that large gatherings would involve headaches and whatnot. Oh, and she'd also brought a few pads just in case someone discovered their period there.
Yeah, Drea was beyond overly prepared.
"H-hello?" she greeted cautiously as she entered the gymnasium. She saw only three people and a mass of preparations. One was Emily, and one was Kevala - one of Katsuri's friends that she'd met - and the third was... Well, she assumed the third was the one that had sent out the invitation. What was her name again? Bastille?
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Post by Mitsukai on Oct 12, 2009 7:42:58 GMT -8
Slumber parties weren't something that Mitsukai would normally attend, but considering how her aunt and uncle had been screaming at each other for so long that the poor girl couldn't get any sleep it didn't seem like a bad idea to go. Within a few minutes she had quickly shoved some clothes into her school bag and snuck out of the house.
She took another look at the text message that she had received wondering who had sent it. She didn't know any of the other girls at school besides Kevala and that crazy bitch Sara, and even then she had not given out her number to any one. What if someone sent this to her by mistake? or worse, what if this was some sort of practical joke? She just shrugged that thought aside, not really caring to much about it. At least she had an excuse to get out of the house and that was all she really needed.
Within half an hour Mitsukai made it to the gym, and could already a few girls there. Looks like this wasn't a joke after all. she thought as she scanned the place looking for a familiar face. Surprisingly she actually spotted Kevala. She was the last person Mitsukai expected to see in such a event being that the other girl seemed more like the loner type. Then again Mitsukai was also a socially awkward person and yet here she was at her first ever sleepover. She couldn't help but smile, at least she wouldn't be alone at this party.
"Yo..." she said as she approached Kevala, taking a spot next to her on the wall. "Guess you got an invite too."
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Post by Addie Balfour on Oct 12, 2009 9:37:19 GMT -8
[[OOC: what about guys sneaking in incognito?? >___>;; CROSS DRESSING?  ?]] Why was she there? She got a text message from someone regarding a all girls sleepover. When had she given out her cellphone information anyways? Probably something that Addie had never been too. You only live once, so it's best to try everything! It was sleepover time...at the school! Gathering her stuff needed for a night which included a change of clothes, her hair brush, a note book, and her cell phones. All stashed away in her messenger back hidden in her clothes. After all, she didn't want to seem like she was preparing for boredom, since that would be rude. But who knows, it could possibly go well. Even if it was an all girls function.
Yes, she shuddered at the mere thought of it all. Girls.....girls..girls! Such visions of horrors and so many voices that were closely related to the noise made when scratching a black board with finger nails. Closing her eyes, Addie chanted within her head: try new things, deal with the girls, try new things, ignore the annoying, looks can be deceiving, sleepover, don't run your mouth...maybe just don't talk at all....Be nice...Yeah, its probably best if you don't talk at all. Fifty bucks says they could all turn you into a pretzel without trying.... With that, her blue eyes would open in a flutter of long eye lashes. She'd look at the mirror, wearing a serious expression on her face. "Gee, thanks for the motivational words!"
Of course while walking from her apartment Addie began to question a few things...Like. What do girls do at slumber parties? At that very moment a wave of weird images filled Addie's head. Torture... And anything else that seemed scary. Like make up time, weird reasons to dress up, and of course facials. All such horrible things to suffer through. Shuddering at the mere thought of it all, the brunette pressed on trying to keep herself from thinking about all sorts of torture one could do with a herd of girls and a gym. Oh god...I want to go home...Too bad! You have to go <3 Damn... The brunette thought to herself as she sighed and continued to walk.
She probably looked a little odd, walking down the streets on her way to school in such an outfit. Yes, a homemade white shoulderless[live everything she wears] night gown, with red ribbons , that did come close to reaching her knees. With short black short shorts under neath, that could barely be seen poking from underneath her PJs Yes, of course, most of her clothes lacked shoulders, it was just her style. She hated tight constricting clothes around the shoulders and neck. Shirts with a collar were a no go for Addie.
Holding her bag close to her side, Addie broke into a run it was best to get there before she chickened out, right? With a high volume of girls in one location, it would surely lead to her leaving, which is why go early and deal with the girls as they arrive. Yes, perhaps that could work. Though, it was already time, which nullified that plan; way to go Addie. It wasn't long before she was at the school, the feeling of dread had settled in, the images had become more and more creepy. Was she really ready for such a thing? Taking a deep breath, the brunette continued to walk, trying to ignore the thoughts that lingered in her head. Making her way to the gym was probably supposed to be a long journey, but she she didn't want to go, it was quite fast. Damn it.
Stepping in, she saw a cake. Yum. Kefka, cute girl, and an assortment of girls she had never seen before. Just great. She'd smile sweetly and make her way in, passing the door and anything else. Her blue gaze looking for a place to stand, far from Kefka and people. What exactly were they called there for? There had to be a reason more then a sleep over, right? Wait...At a sleepover sometimes you wake up with marker on your face...NOOOO!! Looking from the left to the right, Addie felt uneasy again.
Note to self......Sleep with my eyes open...OH WAIT! DON'T SLEEP AT ALL! Yeah, that works. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 12, 2009 19:11:17 GMT -8
OOC: For the purposes of lulz, please listen to this while reading my post. One could barely hear the sounds of those eighteen inch feet as they slapped down into the blacktop, a single goal in mind, particularly since he had gotten a look at Kevalas cellphone. 'No boys eh?' He was dressed from head to toe in 'spy' equipment. Black spandex stretched from the top of his skull all the way down to his feet, where a set of thick cushioned ninja booties were resting. There was a tactical vest on his chest, with all manner of things made for doing the sort of thing he had planned tonight. The piece da resistance though, had to be the set of night vision goggles sitting against his face, three little lenses lined up about where his eyes should have been. Call the press, an eight foot gorilla dressed as Sam Fisher had escaped the zoo. The first mode of getting into the gym, would have been for him to pull out a long length of rope attached to his hip, and tie what looked to be a hook to the end. Looking left and right, he crouched down in the darkness and began to spin the thing around at his side. A thrust of his forearm sent it flying up onto the roof, letting it catch hold of the ledge and lock into place. "Gotcha." He whispered lightly to himself whilst he tugged a little on the rope to make sure it was snug. Walking towards the wall, he would have taken a good hunk of the rope into his right and lifted his left up, grabbing hold of the thing and beginning his upwards descent to the roof. He managed to get about halfway up the thing before it snapped. Eyes wide, he seemed to just float there, like poor Wiley Coyote when the Road Runner had just tricked him. "Oh shi-" The laws of gravity seemed to hate those two words being put together, as he fell down and hit the ground below hard.. good thing he landed in the bushes so he would not have been heard inside the gym. "Fuckin' ropes." No. Fuckin' eight foot man not meant to be using the ropes. Getting back to his feet, he would have dusted himself off, and glared up at the wall like it was the source of all his troubles in life, but before letting a stream of profanities slip from his mouth, he just shook his head and went on about his business. Those large Russian Camouflage SkullCandy headphones were turned on as his MP3 player was, and the sound of the Mission Impossible theme would have slipped out quietly into the nights air, giving him reassurement. Hands disappeared into his pockets, and he would have pulled out what looked to be pointed apparatus meant for his foot from the left, another coming out of the opposite pocket. A set of similar hooks were latched onto his gloves, and he'd begin his climb once more, making sure to go up slow and deliberate this time, so as not to fall like he had before. Making it to the top did not take long given his size, and when he did, he crushed the edge of the railing coming over, yet landed feather soft as if he truly were a ninja of the night. "Mm.. Katsuri 1, Stupid Wall 0.. well.. ok.. technically 1."He was mumbling to himself? Bah. Now he was searching for a skylight to get in. Those feet moving as fast as he could without making too much noise to be noticed. Guess what though? He found nothing that would fit him. "FFFFFFFFFF-" He let out the sound that indicated that he was about to scream out fuck, but that stopped and he grinned at the audience reading this right about now. "I've got an idear. Fuck this." The people below would have heard part of the roof giving in and then an eight foot man tumbling towards the floor of the gym. "OH YEAH!" Reminiscent of the big red Kool-Aid man. |
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Oct 13, 2009 1:08:42 GMT -8
Mischa was dressed up(Top right) rather oddly for her sleep over party, her accessories were odd as well. Why was she doing this? She was reaaalllllyyy bored and needed target practice. So her and Reira had a fun idea. Run in and Run out. She held the gun tightly and would wait outside the gym. "Ready?" she would smile over at Reira. Mischa cocked the gun and laughed a little. It had been a long time since she shot some poor unexpectfuls... Well... that was a rude thought...since she did kill Gabriel's cousin from a boo boo... ANWAY! She pressed play on her blackberry, having it play the music that was on her playlist. They definitely will be putting on the ritz... With that they would slam the doors down, having their music loud. Mischa would aim the guns at the people there. There was a rather big man...dressed in an odd attire.. so much for all girl sleep over? Oh well. He was that much more of an easy target. She aimed the gun and took a few rounds at him...then to the other girls. No worries about death peeps... these are only Paint ball guns. Mischa and Reira only wanted to start some Havoc and leave... so that is what she was doing. Mischa laughed and ran back out the door and would hop in her Nissan Versa, that was parked at the ready. And Mischa would leave when Reira was in the car with her. |
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 13, 2009 1:17:33 GMT -8
An all girls slumber party? Or paintball? Slumber party…paintball…BOTH! Grinning like a mad idiot, she loaded her paintball gun with neon pink balls. Ahh yeah, Reira was feeling good tonight! No really she was…it was probably the two cans of Redbull she just chugged about five minutes ago. Totally not good for the body, but weeooo was she ever jumping and kicking to go! She wondered if Mischa was feeling the same way cause she was going to be her paintball partner. Let’s rephrase that. She better be feeling the same way cause she was her paintball partner and they be going to cause some destruction around the neighborhood. Well not really…maybe just a few pink splotches every now and then, but ultimately they would be going to the slumber party, all geared up.
Reira was all geared up, wearing a mask that covered her face and other various paintball gear. She was perfectly disguised, no one could tell whom she was unless they ripped the mask off her face. The girl was bouncing on her toes, waiting for Mishca’s word. “Oh I’m ready Freddy, I am reaaaddyyy like Saturday morning!” The music was on, Reira’s paintball gun was loaded and ready, and in they went!!! BAM BAM BAM!! The doors busted open and the two girls literally just started shooting at anything and everything that moved. Oh crap did they just destroy a cake? YES! Reira shot like crazy, trying not to hit them in the head, keeping things below the shoulder…couldn’t say the same about Mischa. And there was a big target too, yaaaaaaaay, she decorated the person in pink! In less than a few seconds, the room was a mess of pink and another colour of Mischa’s choosing. Deed done the two girls left. FAST!
Running out the door, suppressing her laughter, she followed Mischa into her Nissan Versa and urged her to drive. “GO GO GO!” Mischa started the car and they were off! Sitting back she took off the mask and laughed to her hearts content. Boy, that was fun! And the two girls drove off happily into the night, literally bitches.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 13, 2009 17:09:12 GMT -8
Bastille had noticed the other girls enter and start to mingle. She had set up the thing, did that give her liability to actually talk to everyone. Her answer, though the wrong one, was no. It was early in and Bastille had taken a smile into the course of events that would run through this. She had, of course, a long list of events….
She went over to her bag hiding among some stuff and she began to rummage through it for the list. It was then that she heard a loud crash and a man was coming tumbling down from the ceiling. She thought she had made it perfectly clear no boys. With quick judgment she pointed to Emily.
“help me get this looser tied up before he wakes up, we will make sure he hears every little thing but cant see anything….” She smirked devishly. It was then that the doors banged open, showing two girls with paint ball guns. Two girls who had all the virtues she hated and none of the vices she admired…Bastille however had lack of caring to ever even insult them past their maturity level.
Obviously her observation had payed off, since it was their muscle movements that not only gave away their identity (and they had no clue who she was, which was a plus), it also gave away their intention in less then 1 millisecond. But then again, so would have the guns. With lighting reflexes Bastilles assassin side kicked in and she kicked up a matt in front of her blocking all the pain balls from hitting her. She would listen to them go and pull out a cigarette. Standing up she went to observe the damage.
“Ah-ha…..” she said looking rather unamused. And so it went that Bastille chose to ignore the whole thing as if it had never happened. She would talk to Emily later about getting them to clean it up in the morning. She was one of the strongest girls after all.
Bastille then went up on a chair and looked around.
“OK OK HELLO LETS LOOK UP NOW…” She hated making speeches. “Listen up folks, I hate public speaking so lets make this quick…anyone hurt? No? good…now could some one help me super glue (she held up a bottle of super super glue used for car parts) this man to a chair before he wakes up. I want to get him outside before we start any of the activities….which I didn’t plan, since like I said I usually hate public appearances…but for the sake of 259 having hardly any girl life, I think its time girls take a little bit of a stand….so before we start anything…change into pjs or something and then I will tell you the next thing, for now mingle…..”
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