+ The Dance +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami HS gymnasium
When: Evening of Wednesday, July 16
Rating: PG(-13)
Summary: It's your chance do your dance
The Story: After the culture festival wraps up on Wednesday afternoon, all students are invited to a dance in the gymnasium! There are snacks and drinks (non-alcoholic, of course!), as well as cheesy paper decorations made by the student council members.

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finnick / class 3 / ota

[braiding]

[ dressed to the nines in a nice, crisp suit, it doesn't take long for his dress shirt to untuck its way from his pants and hang out, his tie almost undone (or perhaps gone, stolen by a classmate or dropped from his own fingers), and even the buttons of his shirt to be open at the neck. finnick is everywhere — the refreshments table, the dance floor, even at the table of a group of kids he's never even met before, but comes over to say hi, nonetheless. as a senior, he feels invincible, almost to the point of being unstoppable — freedom is just around the corner (and so is annie cresta, if the gods look down upon them kindly and send him her way to france) — that finnick simply just wishes to live and be wild. he swims toward every corner of the room, to every fish in the sea. he interrupts some of the more poorer of dancing and cuts in — ] Excuse me, but may I have this dance? [ — taking the hand of a girl to spin her around the room before dipping her and returning her back to her date or bunch of friends. he's never still, bothering everyone, pestering anyone. ]

( take your pick! finnick will either bother you at your table, spin you around the floor (male or female!) or bump into you, literally, at the refreshments! )

closed to katniss everdeen

[ he'd almost resorted to throwing katniss over his shoulder and marching into the dance that way. but after some coaxing, and looping his arm tightly with her own, he's won the first battle of many, seeing her cross the threshold and, hopefully, become lost in the throng of brightly coloured fish. he leaves her be for some time, quiet by the refreshment table to flutter off to wherever it is she finds herself most comfortable. but he doesn't abandon her for too long, returning to her with not even the promised drink in his hand — after he had spun a few dates along the floor, and even a few gents, at that — but his own held out to her in a silent invitation. he smiles, ] Come on, Everdeen. Time to shake the coal from your shoes and dance.

[samlicker81]

[ becky is on her way to the bathroom, taking a shortcut across the dance floor, when she's intercepted by an extremely attractive senior who asks her to dance. it takes her completely by surprise, because she's a nobody, she doesn't have friends, and she most certainly doesn't get asked to dance by handsome boys. ] Who, me? [ and just as she turns her head to double check that finnick is actually talking to her, she finds herself spinning, a delighted squeal escaping her lips. she starts laughing as he dips her closer to the ground and she holds on for dear life until her puts her back upright. it's certainly the most exciting thing to happen to her all night, probably. ] Hi... I'm Becky. [ is all she manages to say, and her voice sounds far away, a dopey grin permanently plastered on her face. ]

[braiding]

[ despite grabbing a girl he believes he's spied in the corridors once or twice, he finds himself smiling when she laughs. he makes no assumptions on her, thinking her to be unpopular or too excitable or a girl who is flustered by the mere smile of a boy being sent their way. she's merely a girl at the dance who he's chosen to whisk away from whatever fairytale she happens to be set in, perhaps being her fairy godmother by making that boy she longs for just a little bit jealous. ]

[ finnick would say i know, but charming girls isn't what it had been a few years ago, when he'd been annie-less and desperate for a good time, joking about with his flirting and stringing girls hopelessly along his fishing line. but there's nothing to gain from this but a good time, to remember this dance as one he had enjoyed by making a fool of himself, meeting students who aren't in his year and speaking to those for the first time who happen o be. he thinks to twirl her, but instead chooses not to. ] Finnick. [ raising his arm, he twirls her, then. ] You're a good dancer, Becky. Glad we met this way.

[samlicker81]

[ all becky can really do is laugh nervously in finnick's presence, a little mesmerized by how attractive and close he is to her. she notices he smells nice, too, like the beach, and it's all a little overwhelming, especially since a few minutes ago she'd be completely down in the dumps. she's a little amazed at the literal 180 he's spun her into. ]

Hi... [ she laughs again when she realizes she's repeated herself, her face flushing as she clings to finnick. she's fairly certain she might fall over if she lets go. ] I, uh, I mean... I already said that. You're a good... everything. [ though, really, not even she has any idea what that means. ]

[madehervows]

[While the dance may have been an exciting time for Regina, she can hardly say the same about Robin. They'd had a few dances, a few drinks and generally had a good time but all good things must come to end. At least for Robin, Regina's in no mood to leave quite yet. All her friends are still here, and if she can't dance with her boyfriend, she can at least have a good time with them.

So of course, Finnick Odair has to ruin everything as she's cutting across the dance floor. She moves her hair out of her eyes to glare at him, because come on bro.]

Just one.

[She might be annoyed, but it's Finnick Odair. She's not blind.]

[braiding]

[ he's expecting a no — especially for how he had treated her tools of trade at her fortune telling booth. but regina, like her own prediction, takes him by surprise — albeit, pleasantly — and humours him when many who find him less than amusing and a nuisance would roll their eyes, push him away, and try to wedge a sharp barb into his skin. perhaps it's why he bothers to cut in, trying to steal her before the outskirts and tables nearby thieve her away where no fun is to be had for those coated in shadows and their vision blocked by those standing around the dance floor. ]

[ smiling, he holds his hand out. to assume and take her by the wrist or even step into her space would be very ungentlemanly of him. ] You honour me, Regina. [ he'd bow, but he believes it would be ill received if he did so. ]

[madehervows]

[She'd been ready to give the mystery assailant a no, before she saw who it was. He might be a little... off-putting for most people, but he'd been different while she was telling his fortune the other day. Not a completely different person, mind, but different enough that it's noticeable. Still, it's enough that she's willing to give him a chance. Which is more than she can say for a lot of the people milling about the dance floor.]

[She'd have laughed if he bowed, for what it's worth, but she does take his hand and place her other on his shoulder.] Try not to screw it up. [She softens the blow with a genuine smile, at least.]

ahaha finally; i am so sorry this took so long

[stillplaying]

[She felt uncomfortable and out of place at the dance. School spirit of any sort wasn't her thing. She preferred to remain on the outskirts of any and all social circles. By nature, Katniss wasn't much of a people person. She much preferred to keep to herself. But, somehow, Finnick had befriended her when she hadn't been looking.

And no matter how hard she tried, he never let no be her answer.

She feels a little - ok, a lot - silly in the dress she wears. It's too glittery, too bright. She's tired of standing out tonight. So when Finnick returns to her yet again, she winds up scowling at his his question.]

Do I have to?