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The dance was going to be one of the highlights of the school year- which is why Bela had spent a considerable amount of time getting ready for it. Elegant dress, killer shoes and perfectly coiffed hair with some jewelery to set the outfit off.

When she isn't on the dance floor, Bela can be found by the refreshment table. She's also mingling as much as possible to gossip with her classmates as well as checking out any cute boys that might be around.

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[Being a rich orphan meant lonely nights and quiet days so when Integra had a chance to attend events where people congregated for the sake of socializing, she relished in it. She had spent hours shopping for the perfect dress sparing no expense (she was rich after all) despite the lousy few days she had. Whatever boy troubles she had, they didn't reflect themselves tonight. She was fresh, dazzling, and ready for a fun dance.

As if the platinum locks of hair weren't enough to make her stand out, she had purposely bought a classy dress that still did its best to show off whatever curves a girl her age had while still sticking to dress code. School could be so lame. She stood to the side of the room waiting for a familiar face. Tonight was a night to celebrate with friends or make new ones. She wasn't exactly shy to begin with.]

Running the rest area left her antsy and ready to dance on the night of the dance. Wearing a red dress, Ellen is laughing and flirting around.

If she takes a break, she can be enticed to dance again. Her feet are going to kill her by the end of the night but it'll be worth it.

At some point during the night, she and Hector Barbossa danced. It was only semi-appropriate. Also, Ellen dragged him out on the dance floor by his straps

Edited 2014-07-13 23:09 (UTC)

[Eren wasn't much of a dancer, nor was he much of a socialite. However, he was a pretty good friend. Coming to the dance with Integra had been his way of helping to take her mind off of a few things... like Eren's little shit of a cousin, Levi.

He didn't know the full story of what had happened between the two of them, but he intended to at least try to smooth things over so that they could make up, or move on, or whatever.

Returning from the refreshment table with sodas, Eren handed one to his "date."]

Woah, talk about some cheesy decorations. [Smirk.]

But the music is pretty okay, I guess.

[When Eren approached her, she offered him a smile taking her drink. She honestly had the best friends ever. She at least was courteous enough to know the world didn't revolve around her. Eren wasn't a socialite but she had been friends with the guy long enough to know what made him feel comfortable.]

What do you expect, it's student council. [She bumped him on the side and looked off towards the dance floor.] Am I going to have to teach you how to dance?

[Ah, yes. Dancing. Eren had mentally prepared himself for this. He'd looked up youtube videos on the subject, and even pulled out his old DDR mat in preparation. What a dork.]

No, teaching needed. I can handle this. I'm ready. [Okay. There he goes again, sounding way too intense and serious for the moment. The dance floor is not a battle field, Eren.]

[ take note, wonderland, here we have a fine specimen: the nerd with no dance to the date. see how he claims going stag with his best friend scott is the coolest thing to do, because it's a bald faced lie, because he and scott are pretty lame. nobody wants to hang out with the benchwarmers.

still, that won't stop stiles. dressed in a suit and as loud as ever, the freshman can be found, um, dancing and making a general fool of himself, or leaning up against a wall with a cup of punch in his hand. he's trying to maybe get someone (anyone? anyone?) to dance with him at some point in the night, and he may not be that shy about asking. be warned. ]

[Easy there, Eren. You're getting too intense. She wrapped her arm around his to comfort him.]

Easy there, it's a dance, not a soccer game. No one is getting kicked, I hope.

[The next time Rand sees Stiles head for the dance floor, he grabs him by the collar]

No. Stop. You look like an idiot.

[Jfc, that's painful to watch. Literally painful. Hector can nearly - nearly - feel his eyes trying to bleed. Has no one told that idiot he looks like he's having some kind of awkward seizure? Or are they all doing what he's been doing, which is letting him go on because while it's painful, it's also funny as fuck.

Still...It would be most unkind to let him make that big of an ass of himself. And it would be deeply soothing, on the other hand, to make it stop. So he takes a long, slow drink from his cup, idly sticking a foot out and looking in the other direction when Stiles comes closer to where Hector's standing.

Really, Stiles, it's for the greater good, mate.]

Edited 2014-07-13 02:25 (UTC)

[She knew him too well. The comfort was enough to put things back into perspective.]

Okay, so maybe I'm a little bit nervous? But I have been practicing, so I shouldn't step on your feet or anything.

Practicing? Practicing with who?

[And why are you so ridiculously sweet. Gosh, she is making you a best friend bracelet the next time they decide to binge on ice cream and old movies.]

[ there's a slight grin to cora's mouth when she had been observing stiles stilinski's interpretation of dancing. sitting in her own chair with her legs crossed at the knee, she's content to linger on the outskirts of the dance floor, never once going out onto it to dance. dressed up in a white dress, white shoes, and even with a few dabs of make-up, cora's trying to bite back the smile when stiles comes closer toward her. it'd be easier to let him slip on by and leave, perhaps with a part of his ego less bruised by comments she doesn't doubt the school can't help but quip in his direction. but it'd been entirely too endearing, watching him let himself be himself. it'd be a pity for her to pass up the opportunity to let him in on a secret of her finding amusement in a situation that gives her nothing but discomfort. ]

[ when he's closer, she speaks up over the music, when she would've preferred a low murmuring to hide the spotlight she pushes onto him from his and her peer group. ] Nice dancing. [ it's clear by her tone she finds it humorous, that the words posed as a compliment are shielding the laughter she tries to bite down. ]

[ Stiles. Stiles, what the hell are you doing?

Jesus Christ, Derek is actually literally transfixed by what he assumes is an attempt at dancing, because he's honestly alarmed by the fact that Stiles hasn't wound up breaking something in the process. ~~This is where you've placed your affections, Hale.~~ Some part of him also wonders how he hasn't smacked or kicked someone yet, although the night is young and Stiles is a walking disaster.

Why he decides to come closer is beyond him, but it's a constant: Stiles exists in his line of sight, and immediately he's drawn over for whatever reason. If he doesn't have one, he makes one up or Stiles deigns to open his mouth and give him one. ]

[ okay, so, stiles has had a little to drink so far, sue him. but he's just had enough to have a good time--not that he has much in the ways of inhibition with his dancing anyway--and he's just downed another cup of punch when he's stopped by someone's hand in his collar. stiles jerks forward comically and nearly slips, his arms windmilling as he tries to right himself, and he looks over his shoulder to try and see who the culprit is, recognizing one of his classmates. ] Dude!

[ it's an offended "why'd you almost kill me" dude, not a "you are wrong" dude. well, maybe a little. grinning as he rights himself, he makes a hand gesture to blow it off. ] Oh, come on, dude, live a little.

[ who falls for that hook line and sinker? stiles falls for that hook line and sinker. is he dumb? no, not really. is he not very spatially aware? probably a better assessment. the ever hyperactive, ever lovable spazz immediately catches on his foot and yelps an-- ] Oh my god! [ before he goes falling forward, arms circling in hopes of breaking his fall. stiles doesn't completely fail at that, but he hits the ground in a pretty epic faceplant, gravity not in his favor this time. ]

Ow, jesus christ. [ jerking his head up for some choice words, he spots hector and figures he must be the culprit. ] Dude! Hilarious, trip the benchwarmer. That's an original one.

[ he's sarcastic as always, but he doesn't sound that pissed about it, even as he tries to recombobulate all of his limbs and push back up to a standing position. ]

I live plenty. You, however, won't be living for much longer if you keep dancing like an idiot. I've seen five-year-olds who dance better than you.

[ that would be cora hale talking to him, derek's ridiculously gorgeous sister. she looks even more ridiculously gorgeous than usual tonight--stiles doesn't think he's ever seen her in a dress, ever, even in the few times he's seen cora outside of uniform--and his traitor heart does in fact perk up in interest at the sight.

stiles grins, though, when he catches her attention--it's loud on the dance floor, and he can barely hear what she says, but he's already got an idea of where this is going. rearing backwards with both of his hands together in the air, stiles "casts his fishing line" out to cora, even theatrically putting his now "free hand" up to his brow as if he were watching his line go.

and then, grinning like a loon, he pretends to start reeling it in. you know you want to dance with this nerd, cora. ]

Edited (YELLS AT TYPOS) 2014-07-13 03:14 (UTC)

[ derek you equally nerdy jock, stop judging him and his sweet dance moves.

but, that is what he is doing. dancing. stiles is rocking a pretty great funky chicken right now, grooving with scott. there's a pleasant flush to his cheeks, nothing too unusual--it's a "the punch is definitely spiked and it's probably my fault" flush--and he stops midway through his spastic jerking to see derek coming closer to him. his nose wrinkles for a second as he recalls an argument they'd gotten into earlier in the day, a debate in class that stiles had chased all the way to the locker room (he had to be right, there was a principle to this) , but, he's just tipsy enough to not care.

sort of.

pointing at him, stiles makes the points to eyes-points to you gesture over the loud music, and yells ] Dude, I never thought I'd see your grumpy ass at a party! I thought you were allergic!

[ 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,

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[ you know what's boring? working the rest area. maybe that's why cora bothers to put any effort into her appearance at the dance, maybe that's why she actually stays (it's not, it's because of a dumb boy she even comes at all), rather than making an appearance she doubts anyone will take any note of before hightailing back to her dorm to either read, take to running about outside, or even simply sleeping. as far as dances go, cora's only here because adam milligan bothered to ask her to go steady with him. rather than opting for the usual jeans and nondescript top, cora decides to not dress as casually and comfortably as one may come to associate with her, but actually dresses up, donning a short, white dress of a floral design, white sandal heels, and some makeup that makes her look less like a jock and perhaps more like a girl. ]

[ she's not particularly one for dancing, though. either sitting at a table in conversation, or alone, either looking at her drink or drawing nothing upon the tablecloth with her finger, or at the refreshments table, stealing a few snacks here and there or filling up her own drink, she never once takes to the dance floor without some encouragement. for a girl who will bound toward a field for soccer or football or even a dumb game of tag, she's hesitant to even press a toe against the border of the dance floor. even when she lets her gaze run over it, either bumping into someone at the refreshments as a result or catching someone's eye by mistake, she still doesn't give into any urges she may or may not have to join in. ]

( take your pick! bump into cora, or be bumped into by her, at the refreshments, take a seat at her table to catch your breath from dancing, or even ask her to allow you to give her a whirl! )

D- does it really matter who I practice with? [The tips of his ears began to flush pink. Some guys prefer to practice dancing alone in their room, okay?]

[Rand totally wasn't even going to come to the dance. He doesn't like school dances or really any sort of school thing that wasn't theater or literature related but. Well. He got bullied into going by his father and so here he is.

At least it's fun people watching (so long as he pretends he doesn't know Certain Spazzing Idiots).]

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I'll spare any teasing as long as you don't step on my feet.

[Stop blushing, you'll be fine.]

[ stiles' actions are … something. rather than turn red with embarrassment, he merely keeps it going, being himself with no reservations what-so-ever — it's the type of personality cora rarely finds herself bumping shoulders with, instead opting for the more serious types, who barely laugh, or laugh at others rather than themselves. he's the type of personality derek needs, to keep him laughing and creating jokes at his own expense, but cora thinks herself too old and far too serious to need the likes of stiles stilinski to hover around her. (clearly, she's wrong — for once in her life.) she can't help but laugh, despite her attempts to school her own expression and act dumb, as though he's trying to reel in another poor fish within the sea of more colourful and glittery people. ]

[ it appears as though cora's about to pop up from her chair, as if the hook has sunk into her arm or leg, but she merely adjusts herself — perhaps a purposeful teasing to his own jesting — and shakes her head at him. when she opens her mouth, it's laughter that frames her words, ] No. [ and it's not a small rejection due to his own dancing, it's due to her own, finding her legs too clumsy on a dance floor when they know how to move across a field or court. ]

+ The Dance +

Bela | OTA

Integra Hellsing || OTA || She's from class 2-2

Ellen Harvelle, Class 3-2 OTA

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stiles ( ota! )

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My favorite Tybalt! ♥

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finnick / class 3 / ota

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Tyablt (Rand) | 1-3 | OTA

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