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dashingdignity ([personal profile] dashingdignity) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-07-12 02:06 pm

Party time

Who: Porthos (class: 1-3; age: 15), Ellen Harvelle (class: 3-2; age: 18), and James Rogers (class: 3-1; age: 18)
Where: All over the festival
When: The entire Festival
Rating: PG-?
Summary: Let's have a party in various places
The Story: OOC:

Porthos: Either at the class booth, making onigiri or behind the school getting a drink and a smoke in.

Ellen: Everywhere flirting with everyone. Want her someplace? Fine by me.

James: Wearing his crisp white shirt and black bowtie, and being waitstaff, unless he's needed to growl at someone for his sister(s).
flytheflag: (pic#8040336)

herp derp hitting up that there onigiri booth lets go do shit that's actually fun

[personal profile] flytheflag 2014-07-13 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oi. [Almost as if out of nowhere, does Hector appear, leaning against the booth and reaching up to fluff at his already disarrayed hair. He's been wandering, keeping away from the general vicinity of the rest area, because like hell he's doing anything that remotely resembles participating in this bullshit if he can help it, before glancing over to Porthos, one eyebrow raised.]

I can leave you to your wifely duties, there, mate, but I'm about to skive off for a break.
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[personal profile] flytheflag 2014-07-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Does me lighter work. [Hector both looks and sounds offended at that, straightening from his usual hunch.] Of course me lighter works, you think I'd show up at this with one that don't? It's like you don't know me at all, mate.

[But then he grins.] Be a long day to sit without a working lighter, with nothin' to do but shill rice balls. Though I might be feeling a bit generous, you know. With a working lighter and all.
nascensibility: it's not like we don't have flashlights ({e} I got an A- on my test)

because awkward is better

[personal profile] nascensibility 2014-07-13 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[It should be noted that there is a gratuitous number of surly young men at this school - more than Evelyn thinks should be permitted to attend - and when she winds around the back of the building to enter the library through the stacks (when volunteering there it is imperative to be as unobtrusive as possible) she spots The Typical Specimen.

...perhaps a bit better dressed than The Typical Specimen, she supposes, but any points from his attire are detracted when she sees him lighting up a cigarette.

And oh, just perfect, he's standing in front of the door she has to use.
]

Excuse me.
nascensibility: it's not like we don't have flashlights ({e} you could stand to be less rude)

[personal profile] nascensibility 2014-07-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[It's his manner that has her stopping short, pausing instead of stepping past him with her nose in the air. My Lady. Heavens, how Elizabethan of him.]

...I'm not that delicate, [she replies primly, appraising him.] What are you doing loitering about back here?
nascensibility: it's not like we don't have flashlights ({e} pontificating is my specialty)

[personal profile] nascensibility 2014-07-14 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good thing Evelyn never wanders up on top of the school, hm? Then she'd have to deal with such deplorable reprobates. She has the dignity to look offended by his suggestion, cutting class, as if.]

I would never!

[No, really. She's gone to class determinedly even when she feels ill.]

I'm heading through the back door to the library to bring in these books for them, thank you very much.
nascensibility: it's not like we don't have flashlights ({e} go eat a dick)

[personal profile] nascensibility 2014-07-16 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He is quite cute and likely thinks that he is very charming. Even so, she has the forethought to consider him carefully before replying.]

...you aren't like those boys who tossed my books into the mud last week, are you?

[They ran away before she could exact her vengeance, but she hasn't forgotten.]

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[personal profile] psalmed 2014-07-13 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Lia was not enjoying being a waitress. Her classmates had discovered quickly enough that her cooking was absolutely abysmal and so waiting tables it was. She was smiling, being polite, being friendly and flirty, and the act seemed to pass for everyone who did not know her particularly well.

There was a break and she was glued to a mirror with bobby pins stuck into her mouth, desperately trying to put her hair into some semblance of order before she was abducted again.
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[personal profile] heirtotheshield 2014-07-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Lia..." James shook his head. He leaned his shoulder on the wall next to the mirror. "Not that you aren't always pretty, but you're ignoring your duties as a waitress."

He liked Lia and knew that under that somewhat shallow exterior was a nice girl. She just didn't get that some people didn't get her advantages.

"So, why the hair re-do?"
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[personal profile] psalmed 2014-07-13 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I waited until everyone else had things under control," She argued, gesturing around. The restaurant wasn't empty, but it at least wasn't packed. "My hair is distracting. It isn't sanitary."

It's hot and doesn't look cute, is what she probably should have said. She flipped her head at him in a way that would normally send a very full ponytail flying into his face. "Don't you have something to do?"
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[personal profile] heirtotheshield 2014-07-13 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
While it wasn’t busy, there were tables to attend to and customers to take care of. However, as usual, James was sent after Lia to see that she did the work and didn’t just skiv off. People didn’t understand that she didn’t do it maliciously – she just… didn’t think sometimes.

“Uhhuh.” James said, because he completely believed it was all about sanitation, rather than her looks. Of course he did.

“Noooope.” He popped the ‘p’ loudly. “See, my friend disappeared so I had to see what her problem was. Give me the pins. I do my sisters’ hair all the time.” Having two, younger, twin sisters meant that he actually was handy with bobby pins and hair accessories. He could even do a decent French braid in a pinch.
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[personal profile] psalmed 2014-07-15 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Lia sighed and handed over the pins, though she gave him an exaggerated eye roll and made certain he saw it. "It was only going to take a few minutes. No one appreciates long hair in their food."

Or any food at all. But with her hands free she could smooth out her silly little waitress uniform and get things organized about her person. She hated that people noticed her disappearance. Hated having to work twice as hard to prove that she got where she was through her own merit and not her money. That was kind of difficult when she was aware of what a vital role money played in the first place.

"Are you having fun?" She added instead, a little belatedly.
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[personal profile] heirtotheshield 2014-07-15 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
James took the pins and tucked them between his lips. His fingers were gentle as he gathered up her hair and began pinning it into place. It might not be the fanciest, but James actually was pretty good at doing hair. Years of practice with his sisters.

One last pin and he tucked the final piece into place. Then, he smiled at Lia in the mirror. “There, that’s better.” He said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“It’s not so bad. I’m going to wander around later, maybe watch the play or something.” They all had time to go see some of the other booths. “Gotta check on Rach and Nat too.” His sisters would be up to something, he had no doubt.
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[personal profile] psalmed 2014-07-16 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Lia held still. This wasn't the first time he'd done her hair, it probably wouldn't be the last, but afterward she would have no excuse to duck out. It was just so strange. She had to do volunteer work but these were people she knew.

"Always the looming older brother," Lia teased. But she was much the same when her younger brother was around. Protective, overwhelming, wanting to make sure everything was right for him.

"Maybe we could meet up later. I'm not going through the haunted house alone." And she got the feeling a lot of people would want to see her lose her cool.

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[personal profile] mischiefandlies 2014-07-12 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[They were probably supposed to be putting together ideas for the Rest Area, or whatever the hell it was supposed to be, but he really wasn't interested. How did they end up with the lamest of the lames in this festival? Oh, right, because no one could decide on what they wanted to do and they ended up missing out on all the cool stuff. Yeah, his class, man.

The dark haired teen slipped away and ditched. He was always amazed how easily he was able to slip out of a room unnoticed when he stood out so prominently with his jet black hair, pale skin, and piercing green eyes. He was someone you probably thought you should keep an eye on, not let fade into the recesses of the shadows and disappear from sight. Who knew what he might be caught doing...

In this case, he actually noticed one of his friendly acquaintances. Loki put on a friendly smile and approached her with amusement glittering in his bright eyes. There was always an edge of mischief to that smile and those eyes. Always.]


Ellen Harvelle. [It was a greeting, his tone lilted playfully as he sang her name.] Skipping out too? For shame. You shouldn't let the atrocious habits of a delinquent like me rub off on your academic record~! [His tone nearly purred in mock admonishment.]

[For a delinquent, he certainly had some of the top marks in the class.]
justrunsasaloon: (smirk)

[personal profile] justrunsasaloon 2014-07-12 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ellen wasn't, exactly, ditching. She was on a recon mission to find out what the other classes were doing and find out how much trouble she and Hector could get into. There had to be some, right?

Plus, she needed to check on Leonard and make sure he stopped by before the dance because if he thought he was getting out of taking her, he had another thing coming.

Hearing her name she turned around and put on her best smile. Loki. Always good for a bit of a lark. ]


Why Loki, you don't think a model student like me is doing something so... [ she licked her lips, flicking a look at him from under her lashes. ] naughty, do you?
mischiefandlies: (Trickster)

(How did I not realise I didn't reply to this?)

[personal profile] mischiefandlies 2014-07-19 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, she was always good. An excellent partner in crime if there ever was one, but she seemed to have a mission of her own, so perhaps next time. As it was, his grin widened at her tone and her selective wording.]

Oh, of course not, dear Ellen! [One of his hands found his hip as he watched her mischievously.] You're never the naughty one, are you? You play such a good little angel in class. Not all of us are gifted with such incredible theatrical skills.

Then tell me, if not out causing trouble, what are you up to?
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[personal profile] justrunsasaloon 2014-07-19 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Theatrical skills?

[ She cross her arms over her chest and pouts. ]

Are you calling me not an angel?

[ She's innocent! ]

I'm out checking on a few people. It must be done and I just volunteered. What are you up to?