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Post by Susanna Achrenius on Feb 13, 2010 10:07:27 GMT -5
The morning shone bright over the Ashford Academy, its forecourt now overwhelmed by numerous stands and booths, as well as a stage standing a bit further away at the site of the gardens. A red-head teacher was watching it all from the main doors of the main building, finally giving out a deep, relieved sigh. It was so peaceful, for once when the yard wasn't for once swarming with people like it had pretty much been for the past few days or so. Only a few someone finishing their doings here and there, and a group of students getting ready for the opening ceremony at the stage. The peace, though, wouldn't last for long. Everything was finally ready for the Ashford Academy's annual Valentine's Day Festival.
Though being only a substitute teacher, being an art one had given also Susanna a fair amount of work for the festival to be successful. All the decorations, posters and fliers as well as the fireworks for the opening and the evening - overall supervising the visual realization of the event had been more or less her area of responsibility. Though the event being arranged mainly by the Student Council, of course there wer also teachers there to help and observe their doings. This year she was happy that the council had actually found a subject from charity to where they would give the money they'd earn from the festival – always better to help someone than just keep it all by themselves.
Like last year, Susanna had also set up her little booth for tea again. It had been fairy popular, and was a nice chance for many to try and have something else for refreshment than just the regular beverages or coffee. After all, this tea booth wasn't just for some common Yellow Label and Earl Grey (though they weren't bad either), as with her own blends and secrets from her stock brought in once again, it was truly something else. She had made sure everything was ready and set also there, hot water already boiling and all, since soon enough was the time for the opening ceremonies for the festival.
Come to think of it, she checked what time it was. It was time to open the gates. Soon, all the peace was gone – instead, the festival area had turned to something quite opposite of it. Lively, crowded and joyous as it was meant to be. Lovely. Then Susanna heard the Student Council make its announcement. With some fireworks and a nice show, the festival was now officially on and going.
She should better get going. Giving the festival area one more glance, Susanna took off and walked right to the middle of it all, headed to her booth in a small, a bit quieter corner near the entrance.
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Post by kevin on Feb 13, 2010 11:06:59 GMT -5
Kevin was on his way towards the Ashford Valentine Festival. He liked festivals and he liked girls. And at a Valentine's Festival, both would be there. He made his way to there and had his usual clothing on. He had a white t-shirt on, his usual black overcoat with his sword camouflaged on his back, brown belt with green cargos, his blue earring on his left ear, a gold chain around his neck and a red and black watch on his wrist. On his way there, he could see the school already and saw the fire crackers as well. He then thought he over dressed himself and he should go back and change but if he did that, the lines on the booths would be too long to wait at. And one thing for sure, Kevin couldn't wait.
He made his way to the enterence gate and stepped in. He looked around. Amazing he thought. He walked around a bit and felt thristy. Most booths were still having their final touches added on so he went to see which ones were ready already. He saw a tea booth and since he liked tea, he walked over to it. He looked at the booth and smelled all sorts of tea."Uhm, such good tea"he said as he walked towards the booth.
As he reached the booth, he saw a menu with the types of tea. There were so many he never tasted and so many he had. Though he already knew which one he would pick. As he walked over to the booth conductor, he saw it was a female with orange hair and a green overcoat. He grinned and stepped foward."Hello, how are you today?"he asked. He knew she would ask him that but he was too quick and said it himself."I would like a Jasmine tea please. No sugar as well"he said as he gug his pocket for his wallet and took it out."Unless there is something better"he said as he waited for a reply.
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Terry Benjamin Wilhelm
Ashford Academy
Student Council Secretary[M:2900]
Sloth is so much more than a sin... It's a sport!
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Post by Terry Benjamin Wilhelm on Feb 13, 2010 21:32:37 GMT -5
Terry stood a short distance away from the majority of the action. He was surrounded by a small group of students, all of them listening intently. "Alright, folks," he said, desperately wishing he was still at home sleeping. "As you all know, we've been ever so politely asked by sis - that's Alice for those of you who don't know me too well - to keep an eye out for anyone acting like idiots. That means no weapons, no alcohol, no drugs..." He searched through his mind for anything else to say. "So yeah. I certainly hope that you're all capable enough to handle any problems. If there's anything that you need help with, call Alice."
Terry gave a wry grin, knowing that the pack of morons around him would undoubtedly need his help countless times during the festival, and knowing that by passing that work off on Alice, he would save himself a headache at her expense. "Alright, people, get out of here, go, go, go!" The group gave their acknowledgments and tore off, getting to their jobs.
While the group ran to their duties and the alluring fun of the festival, Terry debated either snoozing in the Student Council Office or reading one of the books that he'd brought - they were sitting in his school bag under a nearby tree. With a sigh and a shrug, he realized that he would be in enough trouble as was without shirking his responsibilities entirely. He strode over to his bag and pulled out a book - the second in a science fiction series known as 'Starfist'. He flopped down next to the tree and opened the novel, bound and determined to enjoy this day to the fullest.
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Post by alister on Feb 13, 2010 23:05:37 GMT -5
Ah Valentine's Day, a marvelous day filled with love and high hopes for those wishing to be loved. Overall, a day which meant everything to some and nothing to Alister. Oh he would participate, get dressed up and give out gifts to everyone, however 'This simply will not do at all.' Alister said mentally, watching the students run straight past him. In his hands was a box full of what would be considered traditional Valentine's Day gifts. There were three pink boxes, stacked on top of the other so it reached the young scientists chin. He was currently carrying it out towards his friend and fellow Student Council member, Terry. Well he wasn't so sure he was in Student Council anymore, some ridiculous rule about needing to actually be active in the Council and not trying to take school funds away.
Placing down several boxes, Alister stared at Terry who was reading some sort of book. He stared at Terry as if he had sprouted a second head, which was odd considering Alister's appearance had drastically changed from the regular earthy tones he normally worn. He had a red button up shirt, with a red and pink tie which had love written all over it. Black slacks with a red belt, with a pink heart for a belt buckle. He had on black sneakers which features several tiny red hearts all around it with red laces. The piece of resistance, pink sunglasses with the lenses shaped like hearts was planted promptly over his eyes. Overall, Alister just screamed Valentine's Day, Cupid's Little Helper etc etc.
"Really now Terry, it's a day of wonderful bliss where the ladies will fawn over to us as Ashford's young men. If we are going to be wasting money then I'd rather not let it go to waste." Alister said in an overly happy tone of voice. Placing down the boxes, he kneeled down by the tree and opened up the first box. Unsurprisingly, there were pink cupcakes all lined up rather nicely. The grin on his face was prominent as he moved it towards his right and opened up the second box. What was inside would terrify the world to come for at least a dozen years.
Inside were plushy replicas of Alister all wearing the exact same thing he war wearing today. "While I go bring these cupcakes over to the tea booth, wanna do me a favor and pass around those things to every girl who is attractive. After all, it is the season or something like that. Anyway don't let me down Terry. The third box has boxes of chocolate..use those when the dolls run out or you find one especially attractive." the young Brittanian said and took the cupcakes in his hand. He proceeded to skip over to the tea booth, not minding the stares he was probably getting for being too into the day.
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Post by rimy2 on Feb 14, 2010 0:31:08 GMT -5
[ Stupid Cupid ]"Love kills - so why do people still love?" Pink, she didn't mind anything about pink. Alice have always liked the color pink, it was always her favorite but there was something that did bother her, it had been bothering her the whole week while they were preparing for this so-called festival and that was called 'hearts'. Hearts represented something Alice hated the most in life, yes, more than a bad hair day, it was called 'love', 'hearts' & 'love' - this day could only be the day she thinks it is. Her birthday, in other words, valentines day. There were many things she hated about valentines day, one thing was that it was on the same day as her birthday so instead of people buying her gifts and presents, and instead of them wishing her a 'happy birthday', everyone was away, with their 'loved ones', doing what lovers do.
Alice bite her lips, as she stood in the middle of the festival and stared right in front of her. She wasn't staring at anything exactly, because everything in the festival kind of brought all the anger out of her. Even her father today didn't wish her a happy birthday, no, he was too busy buying flowers for his new girl-friend. He didn't even remember his own daughter's birthday, but that wasn't it, no one, up till now, no one has even wished her a happy birthday everyone was just too busy with the whole festival to even know she was turning seventeen - fully now.
The pink head felt a tab on her shoulder, someone helping the festival came to complain to her. Alice stared at the girl, with glaring eyes filled with anger. The girl had complained about no one volunteering for the kissing booth, Alice could have killed her because obivously she was asking Alice to volunteer. "you're more experienced senpai" she said. Alice gave her another glare, was she more experienced? Really? Did many people think that because she had an abnormal hair color that she'll go around kissing people? ew. "Well, if you are less experienced there is the time to get your experience. You can volunteer for the kissing booth, no wait, let me take you there so you won't run away" Alice said with a grin on her face. Yes, if she wasn't going to get to enjoy her birthday one way, she was going to do it the other. What's more fun than watching ugly guys come kiss a helpless girl?
The girl complained as soon as they arrived to the so called 'kissing-booth'. Alice wasn't even sure why there was a kissing-booth, sure, they were saving up the money to save pandas but, was there really a need for a kissing booth? Couldn't people just make money out of baking or something? Though Alice didn't mind, she would enjoy watching the helpless get kissed by someone they didn't want. Her under classmate begged Alice to not make her do it, but Alice just pushed her into the booth. People would be lining up in no time, she thought as she looked around the place - finding a tea booth right beside the one where she was to watch girls suffer their pain. Oh yes, this was just perfect, the greatest gift she has ever given to herself. Now, she could enjoy nice tea while she sees people suffer from kissing.
"I'll be getting some tea," Alice said pointing to the booth right beside theirs, "don't worry, I'll be watching your every move". The girl looked as if she was about to cry, yes a bully Alice was, but it was for the joy of her birthday. No one was going to give her anything more perfect than this. The girl begged Alice to at least find other girls to take her place if her lips gets too dry, Alice nodded of course, not really caring. She didn't mind who it was, she just needed to see someone have a worst day than her.
Skipping over to the tea-booth, she saw a teacher supervising it, Alice was sure she had seen the teacher somewhere, but not really familiar with her. So, she walked up to the booth, and looked at the person in front of her. He was ordering something, jasmine tea with no sugar? Like what? No sugar? What kind of a person does not like sugar? Alice raised an eyebrow at the man who was definitely not from Ashford. "no sugar? Old people these days" she snickered under her breathe and waited for her turn, always looking back at the kissing booth so that she wouldn't miss any action.
[comment - short, stupid, crappy. DX I KNOW IT SUCKS...i was half asleep. forgiveness is the key?]
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Post by shana on Feb 14, 2010 12:05:41 GMT -5
Black wig in place, Shana scoured the hundreds of booths prepared for the festival looking for the one that sold her most prized possession. She walked past a crepe booth and spotted a rather lovely blue haired woman. She gazed at what appeared to be a tea booth. She ignored the man and stared at Alice. The girl looked rather sad for such a happy festival. Turning to look back in front her, the raven haired girl finally spotted the booth she was hunting for.
Walking straight past all the other people waiting in line, Shana lightly glared at the students inside. "I need at least 10 melon pan."
One of the females quickly retrieved her precious bread and hastily handed it over to her. Shana couldn't help but smile once she had the bread in hand. The students behind the counter were unsure as to how to interpret the surprisingly innocent smile. As far as they knew, she never smiled.
Shana happily munched away, arms full of melon bread, as she headed for the student council office. She wasn't running any booths, and she had yet to spot the president. So her presence out here was unnecessary. The tea booth where Alice sat, quickly came into her view. The girl still looked rather sad. Fiery red eyes gazed momentarily at the bread in her arms, and then back to the girl. Then something popped into her mind. Birthday? Didn't her birthday fall on Valentine's day? She couldn't recall exactly if that was the holiday, but she remembered seeing it in the girl's personal file. Being the adviser to the Student Council president had it's perks.
She quickly approached the girl. Looking away from her, she held out one of her precious melon breads to her. Closing her eyes, she spoke with a false harsh tone. "It's your birthday isn't it?."
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Post by Susanna Achrenius on Feb 22, 2010 9:29:40 GMT -5
Well, wasn't this happening fast - frankly, she hadn't expected to get any customers at least until noon, like last year. But seeing a young man walk towards her booth, a smile curved on her face to welcome the first customer. Meeting new people and perhaps making new acquaintances - her smile was always genuinely glad to greet the comer. "Hello, how are you today?" "Hello~ I'm fine, thank you - I hope same goes to you too, mister. What might I-" But he got ahead of her before she could finish her sentence. "I would like a Jasmine tea please. No sugar as well -- Unless there is something better" Now, wasn't he fast indeed. But was it to trouble the red-headed teacher - why should it, so of course no. She nodded and turned to fill a cup with some hot water, ready to wait for the tea leaves to be added soon. "Something better? Just a moment then, if you please~" She winked, and disappeared to the back of the booth - hidden from open view with a curtain - to get the leaves. If he wished for something better without specifying it more, she would add a tweak to the jasmine sort he was asking for. Mumbling to herself she went, her mind quickly working to form a good combination. No sugar, he said - so nothing too sweet otherwise either. She went through a row of boxes and jars stored there at the back, choosing a variety of leaves from here and there, and all of it she packed into a small tea bag which she then stapled shut herself, and in some two minutes was back at the front to offer the man a nice warm cup of tea. After all, a customer wasn't someone to be left waiting for too long - especially when there were now more people in line behind him as she had noticed. "There you go, mister~", she smiled, "Jasmine tea with no sugar, yes? But as you asked also for something better, I gave it a little twist of my own - I hope you'll enjoy it~ And it would be 1.50,- then, thank you very much~" Waiting for the youngster to pay, she turned already towards the next person in line. "And what might you like to have~?"
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Post by kevin on Feb 22, 2010 20:03:48 GMT -5
Kevin looked at the lady still with a grin on his face after his order."Something better? Just a moment then, if you please~"said the orange hair lady. He wasn't actually thinking she would take the comment seriously since he actually meant it in another way. But whatever, he thought. She left and went into the back on the booth.'How big is this booth'thought Kevin. Just then he heard a person behind him talk.
"No sugar? Old people these days"said the female voice behind him. He turned around to see a redhead behind him with no smile on her face. She looked rather bored and tired and wanted this over with."Well, to you it might be, however, to the people who made tea before sugar was made, they drank it peacefully without it"said Kevin. Really? What was the problem with no sugar? Sugar just messed up the pure taste of tea in the tea itself."And anyways, everyone has their own sense of taste"said Kevin turning back to see that the booth owner came back with his tea in her hand.
"Jasmine tea with no sugar, yes? But as you asked also for something better, I gave it a little twist of my own - I hope you'll enjoy it~ And it would be 1.50,- then, thank you very much~"said the orange hair lady. He took out the money and payed up, picked up his tea and stepped over to the side. He took a sip of his tea and boy was it fantastic. He could now see that it was made up of more than jasmine but many other tea's as well.
"This tea WITH NO SUGAR tastes so darn good. May I know what you put in it our is it your secret?"asked Kevin with a hidden smirk on his face. He took another sip of the lovely tea and looked back at the redhead however, said nothing to her. Then he saw another girl approach the redhead however, she was more of a red orange head. She looked nice but talked only to the redhead as though Kevin were a brick wall.
"It's your birthday isn't it?"said this new girl still not looking at Kevin. So it was her birthday eh?"Well if its your birthday, all drinks are on the house"said Kevin. He then looked back down at his tea which was so good but so close to being finished."I would like another one of this if you would so kindly make it"said Kevin as he took another sip of his tea.
[OOC: The bold red is Shana.]
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Terry Benjamin Wilhelm
Ashford Academy
Student Council Secretary[M:2900]
Sloth is so much more than a sin... It's a sport!
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Post by Terry Benjamin Wilhelm on Feb 22, 2010 21:38:16 GMT -5
Just as the action was starting to pick up, a shadow darkened Terry's book. With an angry twitch, he glanced at the offender. To his dismay, it was Alister. Al was looking down on him with an almost-disgusted look, which Terry returned full force. "Bro, what in God's name are you wearing?" he asked. The embarrassingly dressed Alister gave no answer.
"Really now Terry, it's a day of wonderful bliss where the ladies will fawn over to us as Ashford's young men. If we are going to be wasting money then I'd rather not let it go to waste." Alister set down some boxes and started opening them one by one. "While I go bring these cupcakes over to the tea booth, wanna do me a favor and pass around those things to every girl who is attractive. After all, it is the season or something like that. Anyway don't let me down Terry. The third box has boxes of chocolate..use those when the dolls run out or you find one especially attractive." With that, Alister was gone.
Terry contemplated returning to reading, but his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced into one of the two boxes that Alister had brought to him. It was filled - quite literally to the brim - with tiny plush replicas of Al. With a snicker, Terry briefly entertained the thought of burning the little abominations. Then he had a better plan. "You want me to work, bro? That's fine. Just remember that you brought this on yourself," he said under his breath. With a devious grin, he slipped his book back into his bag, picked up the boxes - one under each arm - and started looking for a very specific person.
Luckily for Terry, Alice was fairly easy to spot; pink hair had a tendency to stand out rather spectacularly. he maneuvered through the crowd towards her, noting a man with a not-so-inconspicuous bulge on his back. While he approached Alice and the man, he took interest in the shape of the bulge. Are you serious? A freaking sword?!
With a sigh, he shouldered past the moron with the sword and came face to face with Alice. "Hey, sis." He offered one of the boxes - the one with the Alister plushies and said, "Alister wanted me to give these to you. Said something about his 'undying love' or some such other nonsense." His voice betrayed not even a hint of his plan of vengeance. With the express condition of particularly cute girls, no one was allowed to interrupt his reading. "On a less terrifying note, happy birthday." He reached into the box full of smaller boxes filled with chocolates and pulled one of them out, offering it to Alice.
With that business concluded, Terry set the boxes down and turned to face the man in the black coat. The guy looked happy about something and a loud voice from deep within Terry told him that crushing the man's glee was going to be particularly enjoyable. "Alright, Mister. I don't know who you are and I don't really care. What I do know is that it is truly astonishing that the sperm that created you was by some miracle able to beat out 999,999 others. This is a school campus and weapons are strictly prohibited." His voice was filled with a potent blend of sarcasm and venom, sure to let the man know that he was not messing around. Terry extracted his cellphone from one of his pockets. "I can see the bulge in your jacket from the sword from thirty feet away. I'm giving you one chance to leave the campus immediately. I don't care if you return or not, but if you do then you will not bring the sword with you." Terry dialed the number for the police and left his thumb hovering over the Send button. "Or you can stay and be arrested."
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Feb 26, 2010 19:16:30 GMT -5
Pink. It was everywhere. In the form of heart-shaped balloons, frilly streamers, hell even the cookies were coated in pink icing! Ayame stood at the entrance to Ashford, Pon-Pon clutched close to her chest, and gulped. Someone kindly remind her again why she, the Queen of Anti-Pink, agreed to this? Why would she, as the (self-declared) Student Council President agree to host a festival that marinated in the things she avoided like the plague? The third princess stared down at her plushie, silently asking for an answer.
….Oh yea. Pandas.
Apparently all proceeds from the Ashford Academy Valentine’s Day Festival were being donated to the Pandas Over War (POW) Foundation. How could she say no! They were Pon-Pons peeps! His homies! His nakamas! Plus this was Ashford. Ashford was ubber popular. Ubber popular meant lotsa money. Lotsa money meant lotsa help for pandas. Lots help for pandas meant a happy Pon-Pon. A happy Pon-Pon meant a happy Ayame. A happy Ayame meant (for the most part), a happy world.
But still. Of all holidays, why Valentine’s? Sure she had nothing against the dude who it was named after, and sure it was one of two days when she could eats lots of chocolate and not feel guilty about it, but really-it was a day full of love-love-hearts-all-over-the-world-someone-stab-me-now kind of things. Like that heart shaped balloony entrance. Or them stupid cupids roaming about, poking people in the ass. And the worst part? Everyone found it cute. Maybe it was just her, but the idea of some half naked guy poking a Styrofoam arrow in her royal derriere didn’t exactly fall under her idea of ‘cute.’
Ayame sighed dejectedly. Oh well. Damage’s done now. ‘Sides, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Last year’s wasn’t. It was when she had gotten Pon-Pon, actually. She smiled and stared down at her lovable WOMD. Already a year, eh? She never realized when exactly Pon-Pon became part of her. But all of a sudden, everyone who knew Ayame associated her with the giant Panda Plushie. “Lets see what we can bring home this year, ne Pon-Pon?”
As she walked through the aisles of the stalls, Ayame vaguely wondered if she, as President, was required to do anything special. Like make some speech or something. She mentally shrugged. Ah well. If there was, someone was bound to find her. Rarely did Ayame get anywhere without attracting attention.
“Hey, hey~ If it isn’t Miss Shooting Champion herself!” Like now. Ayame turned her head to see a student standing behind a booth, waving to her. The pages in her head began to flip as she tried to remember who this kid was. Year II, running a shooting game…
The pages stopped and her grin grew. “Yo. Whatcha got for me this year?” She asked as she shimmied her way over to the front. “Same old, same old. Shoot all 10 targets and you pick a prize.” Ayame scrunched her nose in thought. Hmm, lets see what they’ve got. Gift cards…month long Clovisland pass…Cheese-kun Plushie…random bazooka that shoots out mini pandas while screaming ba-
The wild glint in her eyes returned as she placed down the money and picked up the riffle. “Bring it on, bitches.” She whispered as she fired, hitting the target square in the center. She reloaded the pseudo riffle with a click, oblivious to the crowd forming around her.
The Baka Cannon would be hers.
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Practically glowing with pride, Ayame skipped down the street, her new-found toy strapped to her back. The Baka Cannon. The gun that shoots out mini panda heads rapidly while shouting out ‘baka’ at an equally fast rate. Every spazz’s dream toy. Oh, how sensei was going to kill her~
Pausing over at a cupcake stand to grab a snack, Ayame’s spidey senses kicked in. "Or you can stay and be arrested." The tomboy’s nose twitched. Something smelt like fish. Ayame hated fish.
Bopping her way over, Ayame’s face brightened six notches when she saw the back of-who would’ve guessed! Her darling Terry-kun! Breaking out into a full sprint, Ayame flacktackled the poor dude, clinging to his neck so that she was partially dangling from behind. “Oy, oy~ What’s with the hatin’ here? Ain’t this supposed to be a Valentine’s Day shebang?”
She turned her head to face the side of Terry’s face and offered a cheeky grin. “Where’s the love?”
OOC: meh, short >>;; Anywhose, Baka-Cannon is Cipyright My Sister. Her idea for a gun that screams 'baka.' The whole fact that it shoots out mini Pon-Pons, however, is mine.
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Post by vierre on Feb 27, 2010 3:07:22 GMT -5
Despite being Valentine’s Day, Vierre was not in a good mood. In fact, he was far, far from it. A rare scowl even scarred his features. He stood quietly near a small refreshment and pink cotton candy stand, adorned with his dark sunglasses, a leather bomber jacket, and a scarf smartly wrapped around his neck. Valentine’s Day was the least of his concerns, and not particularly high on his list of priorities. Despite his appreciation for a grand emotional tale, this particular supposed day of love was too manufactured for his taste. The excessive extravaganza put on by Ashford Academy seemed to exemplify that perfectly. However, he was here to ensure that any Black Knights who chose to attend behaved themselves. And almost immediately, as the First Division Captain had partially expected, things were not going well.
Subordinate officer Parker. Of course it would be him. Vierre was baffled. What in the world was the boy thinking? Even if he had managed to conceal his sword successfully, the question had to be asked why he had felt the need in the first place to even bring in such a blatant weapon. Was he frightened and threatened by the teenaged girls roaming through out the campus? Did he feel that he would require the full-sized blade to defend himself against them, as savage as high school girls were? Vierre sighed in disbelief, bringing a hand to his forehead. Throwing back the rest of his drink, he tossed the small disposable cup into the trash can and made his way towards Kevin, who was now caught in a potential altercation with a student.
“Excuse me. My sincerest and humble apologies for interrupting,” said Vierre. He put his hands roughly on Kevin’s shoulder, getting his attention. He then cut in front of him, keeping his back to everyone else, with the exception of a brief half-glance over his left shoulder at the Ashford students. “I think maybe you should take the young man’s advice. In fact, I would highly recommend it. Why don’t you be a good lad and show yourself out. Maybe come back with fewer weapons and a little more sense, eh?” Vierre held his hand out, coldly gesturing towards the exit. He hoped Kevin would get the hint. He wouldn’t deny the subordinate a chance to return to the festivities if he wanted, but he would have to do so with more appropriate “decorum”. Unfortunately, Vierre was also fully aware that Kevin had had previous documented issues with listening to his superiors. Today was not the day to test the Captain’s patience though.
ooc: I have no idea if this event would be considered taking place before or after the hostage plot thread, and whether Ayame would recognize Vierre. Either way, Vierre is keeping himself pretty covered up.
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 27, 2010 22:18:11 GMT -5
Eve stuck her tongue out every now and then to take a quick lick of the ice cream cone she held inches from her face. She wore a rather plain looking pink halter dress so as not to stick out in the crowd. She felt like a child as she literally bounced from booth to booth. The model never got to act like a child let alone her age. During her childhood her father had trained her vigorously day in and day out. After that, she became a model and no longer had the free time to act like a child. Seeing as how she was fired from a recent show, her agent decided she needed to take a month off the reflect on her actions. Not to mention so she would disappear off the fashion radar, so that when she returned, it would be easier for her to land a gig.
Eve decided to spend the day at the Valentine's festival. She had heard about from a few other models wishing they had the time off. Something about Ashford Academy being legendary for its school festivals. Naturally, her child-like curiosity had been peaked and she just had to come and check it out for herself.
The model continued to eat her ice cream as she bounced toward what looked like an archery booth. Ooh, that looks like fun, she thought. Looking at the students behind the counter, she handed one of them her ice cream while taking the bow and arrow from another. She tossed her blue hair over her left shoulder so that if the wind decided to blow randomly, it would not interfere with her aim. Her eyes focused on the target some 30 feet away as she pulled the bow back. She held the position for some time before suddenly releasing the arrow. Much to her surprise, and apparently everyone else, she managed to hit the target dead one. Grinning from ear to ear, she handed the bow back, retrieved her ice cream, and graciously accepted the rather large white bunny wearing a blue bow from one of the students.
Eve continued her bouncing back and forth from booths, until she stumbled upon the kissing booth. She didn't approach it as she had no desire to kiss some random stranger, but the idea had fantasies of her kissing her prince charming swimming around in her head. Blushing, she continued her happy journey to the booth next to it, which had quite a commotion going on. Her eyes immediately fell to one of the guys standing by the tea booth. The model's eyes widened considerably as she realized why he had looked so familiar.
"It's you!" she cried out while squeezing her poor Usa-chan. "You ruined everything!" Without even realizing what she was doing, she had flung her ice cream cone in the general direction of the so-called reporter.
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Post by Touya Sakamoto on Feb 20, 2012 17:22:25 GMT -5
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Susanna Achrenius: (860 Words, Event RP) – 202 EXP, 202 Credits [+30] Kevin Parker: (758 Words, Event RP) – 152 EXP, 152 Credits [0] Terry Wilhelm: (945 Words, Event RP) – 219 EXP, 219 Credits [+30] Alister Tybalt: (485 Words, Event RP) – 97 EXP, 97 Credits [0] Alice Aphrodite: (770 Words, Event RP) – 184 EXP, 184 Credits [+30] Shana Yukari : (311 Words, Event RP) – 63 EXP, 63 Credits [0] Ayame Li Britannia: (747 Words, Event RP) – 180 EXP, 180 Credits [+30] Vierre DeMara: (436 Words, Event RP) – 88 EXP, 88 Credits [0] Eve Neuschwanstein: (482 Words, Event RP) – 127 EXP, 127 Credits [+30]
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