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Post by Julie Loire on Jul 3, 2009 1:01:36 GMT -5
:: Anya watches Clive's predictable reaction to Ierys' attire with more than a little amusement as she joins the unusual trio of Kate, Serena, and Garrett near the doorway. :: "You guys enjoying yourselves? There's more to do than just stand around here, y'know." :: Kate gives her the faintest hint of a smile - anyone but Anya would probably completely miss it. :: Kate: "You're having enough fun for the rest of us. Sorceress Anya." :: Anya crosses her arms and feigns an irritated huff. The others around them seem a bit confused, wondering if the two girls are fighting or bonding. :: "Don't be so jealous, Morticia. You're next, remember?" :: She suddenly smiles. :: "I'm thinking sequins. Maybe a halter minidress with a low-cut back. In bright, fiery colors, to complement your talent. What do you think, Serena?" :: Kate flushes a bit with a mixture of embarrassment and anger now that Serena's been invited into the banter. But, she doesn't say anything. :: ((OOC - Look, Clive! I made a pop-culture reference! ))
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Post by Ierys on Jul 3, 2009 4:25:31 GMT -5
Ierys places a hand on her hip and smirks at him. "If you'd kept your fury ears open, you would have heard Lilith explaining just now. Anya has just graduated. She's the first official SeeD of Leah Garden." Ierys stuck her tongue out at him playfully "I have no idea what that means but I'm not oblivious like some people."
Ierys pretends to think about it for a moment, adjusting the dress again. "Well, I guess I could brave seeing you attack food again, you really need to learn some manners though, I skipped dinner trying to find something to wear."
Serena looks from Anya to Kate and back again. "I think I've missed something here, but you're right it would look gorgeous on her" she says quietly, not really wanting to interrupt with her opinion. "Anya have you seen Ierys anywhere? For the life of me that girl is harder to keep track of than a rat while theres a cat around!" she says, changing the subject lest she feel Kate's wrath for the gorgeous comment.
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Post by Clive on Jul 3, 2009 17:24:50 GMT -5
"Manners!? Why I'm a perfect gentleman, just a really lazy one." Clive confidently boasts, puffing his chest. He jumps from where he was leaning and claps his hands together. "So... this a buffet? Appetizers? Ah there it is! Snacks of the port bow!" Pointing to an ice sculpture nearby. "Shall we!?" He tosses his staff over his shoulder, sliding it under a strap, then offers Ierys his arm.
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Post by Ierys on Jul 3, 2009 17:28:04 GMT -5
"Oh yes, a perfect gentleman" Ierys says, stepping closer to him and taking his arm. "When you're not hitting on anything that breathes that is." she said in a low voice, grinning at him mischievously.
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Post by Clive on Jul 3, 2009 17:39:42 GMT -5
Clive chuckles. "Well, I can't help being a flirt but I'm a one gal man, just haven't found that one. You know, traveling and everything."
The two, arm in arm, walk over to the table set up with various food items, tiny plates, and drinks. "I wonder how they expect anyone to get full of this?" He points out, looking over the bits of finger food. "A drink?" He asks, sliding over to the punch bowl. "Looks like a prom here, hah!"
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Post by Ierys on Jul 3, 2009 17:46:37 GMT -5
"So why not just find somewhere nice and stay put?" She asks, picking up something that looked like a sausage roll, though no doubt Rose may have been experimenting again because there was an overpowering taste of mint to the meat. She swallows with a grimace "I have no idea what that was, but I don't care to find out. Just gimme something to wash it away"
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Post by Clive on Jul 3, 2009 17:51:41 GMT -5
Clive quickly hands her a cup of punch, careful enough not to spill any. He's clumsy but not suicidal. He watches as she quickly downs the drink then takes the glass from her to pour another.
"Well, I can't. I've already been here too long as it is but, I can't leave till I find my book." He mentions off hand. "Maybe someday, but right now, the wanderlust has its hold on me. What of you though, still interested in finding your parents?"
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Post by Julie Loire on Jul 3, 2009 17:54:07 GMT -5
:: Anya motions towards where she left Ierys with Clive. :: "Right over there, see? I think those two are finally making some progress." :: Kate just rolls her eyes, while Anya lets a lingering glare drift between Serena and Garrett. :: "Ooh, Kate, see that guy over there by the punch? Looks like he's been stealing a few glances. Wanna go talk to him?" :: Kate frowns. :: Kate: "What? No, Anya... you know I have studying to do tonight, and-" "And we're at a party for the next couple of hours. Come on. I wanted some punch, anyway." :: Anya gently takes Kate's arm and is surprisingly met by only token resistance as she drags her away... leaving Serena and Garrett conspicuously alone. :: ((OOC - Having trouble keeping track of everyone yet? ))
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Post by Ierys on Jul 3, 2009 18:04:20 GMT -5
((ooc: No, but the night is young and no doubt I will get lost eventually.))
Ierys cocks an eyebrow and places a hand on her hip. "Too long? Are you fixed with a clock that tells you how long to stay?" She says, blatantly annoyed though avoiding his question about her parents. Her mind flickers to the book, still hidden under her bed. How on earth would she explain that? At least it was doing what it was meant to, though Ierys wasn't entirely sure why she wanted him to stay so badly.
Serena watched them go with a perplexed look on her face, then it dawned on her. "Oh god she's been talking with Ierys like she has with me." Serena groaned, pressing her palm to her forhead.
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Post by Julie Loire on Jul 3, 2009 18:21:41 GMT -5
((OOC - Anya Louvel: Matchmaker Extraordinaire ;D))
:: Kate finally breaks free of Anya's grip a few feet away from their destination, but that doesn't deter the newly graduated SeeD from her goal. She sidles up next to the lonely guy at the punch bowl. ::
"Hey, there. I couldn't help but notice you looking at my friend over there."
:: The guy frowns, either confused or attempting to fake it to cover up his interest. The cough and sputter with his sip of punch gives it away as the latter. ::
Random Guy: "Huh? Excuse me?"
:: He starts to turn towards Kate, but Anya places a hand on his arm. ::
"Don't look! She's really nervous right now, okay? You don't want to scare her off."
:: She takes his arm and starts leading him away, past Ierys and Clive, after getting a cup of punch for herself. In the distance, Kate seems relieved that Anya seems to have taken interest in the guy. ::
"You wanna be real careful with Kate. Trust me, I'm her roommate. You know how she's on the disciplinary committee?"
Random Guy: "Uh, yeah?"
"Always follow the rules of the Garden. Don't ever comment on her looks, but compliment her intelligence. Ask her to help you study for classes. And most importantly... don't show any interest in her at all, besides the studying. Let her fall for you first, then you might have a chance to be the guy to loosen her up."
:: Anya gives him a quick peck on the cheek, which also gives her an excuse to lean in and whisper in his ear. ::
"And finally, she is my friend. Do anything to hurt her, and I'll kill you again after she's done with you."
:: With a sweet smile, Anya turns and walks back towards Ierys and Clive, leaving Kate's very confused would-be suitor to fend for himself. ::
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Post by Clive on Jul 6, 2009 15:23:10 GMT -5
"There's just some things a guy has to do." Clive states, pouring himself a glass of the punch. "Mine happens to be traveling, I won't get into details why, but it's something I have to do. I'm not happy about it, I would like to stay-put..." His voice trails off into an incoherent ramble. He takes a sip from the cup then sets it down on the table. "Besides, Garret is cramping my style." He says in an obvious attempt to justify it.
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Post by Ierys on Jul 7, 2009 8:20:14 GMT -5
Ierys takes another sip of her drink, one arm folded over her chest and holding the other elbow. She studies him over the rim of her cup. She focuses on him. His body language, his tone of voice. Every little thing that could give him away. Despite the fact that she wants to scream, to shake some sense into him. Cramping his style indeed, just what does any of this even mean to him? What is this? It's something. a little voice says in the back of her mind. And that all it needs to be. That small revelation, though calming, does not wipe away the temptation of giving him the book right here and now so he can just get going.
"You're scared." It is not a question, nor an accusation, but a simple fact of observation.
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Post by Clive on Jul 7, 2009 15:02:14 GMT -5
Clive looks away. "You'd be too..." He mumbles under his breath before taking a few finger-foods from a platter and downing them quickly. "Hey, some of us just have to keep moving" He states as he looks back to Ierys, an eyebrow raised in a hint of frustration. "No reason for it but, it's the way of things."
It's clear that Clive is hiding something more to it, his reasoning is never quite clear like he wants to tell something but just can not, hoping that they'd figure it out on their own.
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Post by Ierys on Jul 7, 2009 15:28:00 GMT -5
"Theres always a reason." Ierys says with a sigh, setting her cup down on the table and looking at him with a sad smile on her face. "You aren't going to tell me though, are you?"
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Post by Clive on Jul 7, 2009 15:29:42 GMT -5
"Somethings are best left unanswered..." He turns around then and scans the dance floor and surrounding areas. "So, uh, where did Anya go? Haven't seen her, suppose I should congratulate her on the new title."
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Post by Julie Loire on Jul 7, 2009 15:48:58 GMT -5
:: Anya watches the conversation between Ierys and Clive carefully. When it looks like it's time to intervene, she quietly makes her way over to them. She directs her smile towards Ierys. ::
"Oh! You found him!"
:: She turns to Clive. ::
"I thought you'd run away on me."
:: Before either of them can respond, she jerks a thumb towards where Kate's admirer has attempted to strike up a conversation with her. Kate looks severely annoyed, but at least she hasn't ripped his vocal cords out yet. ::
"Check it out. Even Kate's getting some attention."
:: She sighs almost wistfully as she watches them. ::
"It wouldn't hurt her to dress a little cuter, though. Oh, well... it's a start."
(Inner Voice): 'Really getting into this role, huh?'
'Oh, shut up. I never had this much fun in school. Or even at the other Gardens.'
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Post by Ierys on Jul 7, 2009 17:06:38 GMT -5
I'll figure it out. Maybe thats what he wants, or maybe not. Am I thinking about this too much? Blatantly, or I wouldn't be having a conversation with myself in my own head. Crazy people talk to themselves, really crazy people talk to themselves in their own heads. "I need help." Ierys says, forgetting to keep it in her own head. She blinks, noticing Anya for the first time having completely blanked on everything she just said. "I'm sorry, what? Having a bit of a...moment." She adjusts her dress and laughs nervously. Yeah, real smooth Ierys. AGH! I need to stop thinking at myself.
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Post by Julie Loire on Jul 8, 2009 0:08:45 GMT -5
((OOC - Nervous habit, adjusting that dress? )) "Er... obviously." :: Anya maneuvers Ierys off to the side, just enough so she can whisper in her ear without Clive overhearing. :: "It's not gonna spontaneously fall off, y'know. Wear it like you mean it." :: Words somehow fail to come to mind to express how self-conscious she is in her own strapless gown, so she hopes her empathy will show through in her tone. ::
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August Krasnow
Determined Individual
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Post by August Krasnow on Jul 8, 2009 2:55:26 GMT -5
::From across the room, looking directly at Clive, Ierys and Anya, sipping from a glass of a dark-red liquid. With each sip, he stares down one of the three like a vulture waiting for it's prey to die before feasting. He adjusts himself as he leans back against the wall behind him, avoiding partaking in the party more then just a fly on the wall. With his next sip, he finishes the glass and sets it down upon a table. He adjusts his glasses, using his index finger to push them back against the bridge of his nose, before turning and walking off.::
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Post by Ierys on Jul 8, 2009 15:14:43 GMT -5
"Actually it's more likely to be subject to spontaneous combustion knowing my luck." Ierys hisses back at her, slightly more annoyed as she once again, tugs at the dress. This really wasn't comfortable and Anya's futile match-making attempts werent making it any easier to deal with. "Hows the fame?" she says with a mocking tone. Don't you pressure me Anya Louvel, I know you're hating this as much as I am. Great, now I'm thinking at other people. I need a shrink.
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