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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).
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).
For Porthos
herp derp hitting up that there onigiri booth lets go do shit that's actually fun
I can leave you to your wifely duties, there, mate, but I'm about to skive off for a break.
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Hector is mana from heaven, because Porthos’ lighter broke and he can’t even light a cigarette right now and he wants one. So. Bad. ]
Wifely duties? That’s Athos.
[ He steps out from behind the booth and tucks his hands into his pockets. ]
Could do for a break, though. Your lighter work, mon ami?
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[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.
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I’m not begging for the use of your lighter.
[ Porthos mutters the words but jerks his head toward the back of the school. ]
You gonna ditch later or are you actually going to hang around.
because awkward is better
...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.
ALWAYS BETTER
Politely, he stubs out the cigarette. While he might enjoy damaging his own lungs, he does nothing of the sort to anyone else. Porthos smiles brightly. ]
No, excuse me my Lady. I wouldn’t have smoked had I known there was such delicate company about.
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...I'm not that delicate, [she replies primly, appraising him.] What are you doing loitering about back here?
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Far more delicate than the typical company I keep.
[ God love Athos, but he's a crass bastard. ]
Me? Just taking a moment to gather my thoughts. What are you doing back here? Ditching class?
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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.
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Would you care for some help with that?
[ He’s always willing to help a pretty girl. ]
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...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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For James
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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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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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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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“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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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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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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"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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For Ellen
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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.]
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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?
(How did I not realise I didn't reply to this?)
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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[ 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?