Do you Have Your Valentine?

[Clopin]

"Oh, I know that. You and parties just do not mix well." Clopin said, as Puck took his hands. Meanwhile, Bob turned to Garnar with a malicious look.
"What do y'all want from me? They're servin' what they're servin'." Bob said with a huff, before promptly trotting off. Man, how that dog annoyed him.

[Puck]

Puck laughed. "Well, not these kinds of parties, anyway. I'm...not exactly the Valentine type, as I'm sure you know," Puck smirked, wrinkling his nose as he spoke. Glancing across the room, Puck rolled his eyes at the sight of Grell drinking some punch across the room.
Pointing to the shinigami, Puck continued, "But HE certainly is. I just hope that he won't find some way to embarrass us tonight."

[Cupid]

Cupid watched Wandisimo for a moment before putting in a dance music CD that were all loved themed, of course. He wondered if he should have gotten a DJ instead, but he shrugged it off and turned around to walk over to Wandisimo. "Things should get interesting tonight," he said while studying his nails.


Anti-Cosmo was standing outside of the transformed dining hall, scowling. He didn't want to go inside. Too much pink. But if he hoped to get out of this place on "good behavior", he had to be friendly with the people here. As much as he hated social events like these, he forced himself inside. This would probably have been easier for him if he didn't feel so upset about his wife. Valentine's Day was never his cup of tea anyway. Anti-Wanda didn't even keep up with dates, she was too stupid.

With Cupid's supsicious eyes on him, anti-cosmo just stayed in a dark corner for now. The pink fairy had his "body guard" with him. He knew one wrong move would not end pleasantly. Anti-Cosmo smirked briefly. He could, however, indirectly cause bad luck for this party by being here. "Let the games begin," the anti-fairy whispered.

[wandisimo]

Wandisimo smirked, winking. "Do you mean the party or you and me when the party's done?" He asked, magically poofing up two glasses of Cupid's enchanted punch for both of them. He took a sip and raised an eyebrow.
"You really know how to keep a party interesting." He said, taking Cupid's hand and giving it a kiss, his smile still on his face. "Have I mentioned you look almost as beautiful as I do tonight?"

[Cupid]

"Both, definitely," Cupid said while taking the glass and sipping it. He didn't need to worry about the spell he put on it. He never really lied anyway. "And of course I do. It's my job to keep things interesting. And besides, love is my life. Literally," he sighed, only to smile at the kiss on his hand and chuckle. "Thanks."

[Tinkerbell]

Wow...I really, really shouldn't have had that extra glass...

Tinkerbell Barrie giggled as she stumbled into the dining hall, glancing around the crowded room excitedly. Her short, tight dress with the little ruffles down the front perfectly accented her hourglass figure, and, though she seemed to be having a little more trouble than usual walking in them, her six-inch black heels looked killer on her. And she knew it.

Soft golden curls framing her expertly made-up face, she gently turned her head, the dizziness of the alcohol taking affect with every step she took. One of the other cheerleaders had thought it would be fun to drink a few wine coolers before the party, and Tink, not wanting to look like the baby of the group(even though she WAS the youngest), had drank a little more than her fair share.

Now, her head was swimming and the only thing on her mind was making this the best night of her life, with or without her stupid friends that were all skipping the dance to be with their boyfriends...who needed 'em, right? Besides, by the time the night was over, Tink was sure she'd have a boyfriend. And, hopefully, it'd be the one whom she'd had her eye on for quite some time now...

Catching sight of the said individual across the room, the goofy smile on Tink's face widened. Puck was here with Clopin now...but by the end of the night, she'd make him hers...

[wandisimo]

Wandisimo wriggled his eyebrows giving Cupid's hand a squueze. "Why don't I give you a little more love and you can get a better look at my new tattoo." His smirk deepened as he tugged on Cupid's hand and pulled him away from his party.

[Jericho]

Jericho frowned, disappointed. Even though he knew it was easy to ignore someone without a voice, he had thought that a teacher at least would have noticed the attempt at communication. Tucking the pad and pencil back into his tux pocket, the blond glanced around the ballroom before a devious grin suddenly spread across his face. Walking over to a far table, he began pulling some of the candies out of their bowls and arranging them on the table. Upon finishing, he trotted over to Raven and tapped her shoulder.

[Raven]

Raven turned lightly to look at Jerico, "Yeah?"

The dark titan crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to hold herself away from the rest of the party. She never did well in crowds.

[Sakura]

Dances.
Dressing up.
People.
Giggling.
Flirting.
White.
Red.
PINK.

Everything she couldn't STAND lay before her in one mushy nauseating display.

The raven-haired girl scowled, backing up against the wall, folding her arms over her chest to prevent any uncontrollable strangling that may or may not occur should she continue to remain in this room. Which begged the ever-persistant question of why she had even bothered showing up. It wasn't required; if she'd REALLY wanted, Sakura could've locked herself in her room, mulling over her plans from her latest failed attempt to free her father. Stupid authorities....she'd been so damn close!
And then to come back HERE with all the sickening sweet festivities....a girl could toss her cookies suffocated with all this "romantic" nonesense.

PSH.

Romance. What on EARTH did high school students think they knew about romance? Their idea of love lay purely on the physical level, egged on by hormones and misguided judgements.

Foolish stupidity of youth....

....but really, why WAS she here? Why had she bothered to clip her hair back, wear a sleeveless lavender dress and slink her way into the party room?

Maybe she needed a distraction form her work.

Maybe she wanted them to think she'd learned her lesson.

Whatever the reason, Sakura no Oto was, like it or not, part of the party.

UGH.

[Jericho]

Feb 17, 2011 0:13:27 GMT -5 Raven said:

Raven turned lightly to look at Jerico, "Yeah?"

The dark titan crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to hold herself away from the rest of the party. She never did well in crowds.

Joseph continued grinning and lead her over to the table where he had been working. Oh, he knew it was cheesy, but he just couldn't help himself! I know you're not into this whole holiday, so if it makes it easier, just think of this as me trying to get my muse back. He signed before stepping back to reveal a candy masterpiece, arranged to form a picture of Raven. Purple mini-hearts made up her hair, chocolates colored her cape and her eyes were gummie candies.

[Kabuto Hyuuga]

Kabuto walked into the remodeled dining hall with a stern stare, hands tucked in the pockets of his black slacks. That Sakura had actually left her room shocked the medic; that she left dressed up and then proceeded to the dance had left him slack-jawed and dumb. However, duty (and a healthy survival instinct) informed him what he needed to do, and so here he was, dressed in a pale blue tuxedo, black slacks and a dark blue bowtie. The white rose, pinned to the front of his shirt, had given him a bit of trouble, but it eventually was scared into staying. He immediately caught sight of his charge, given his superior eyesight, but refrained from interacting with her. His first "duty" was to act as a chaperone.

[Sakura]

Acute observation skills (and a lack of enthusiasm towards the dance itself) zeroed in on the silver-haired man entering the room. Like Kabuto, Sakura herself was shocked to see him here--much less dressed up. Although....Kabuto had a tendency to devote himself to....projects now and then (although WHY he'd consider such a trivial thing like a school dance a project she could only guess) so she supposed to see him dressed up was no surprise.

It was just....seeing him in a tuxedo....was a bit....surprising.


Catching herself staring, Sakura frowned, shaking her head with a slight huff. So he was dressed up. So what? So was she. So was EVERYONE. To make an unnecessarily large ordeal out of this was highly impractical and childish.

The snake-girl trained her gaze back towards the mingling crowd, before cringing inwardly at the mush display before her, and golden-eyes drifted back to Kabuto. It really HAD been quite some time since she'd spoken to him. Perhaps she should change that.

Sticking close to the wall so as not to taint herself by crashing into the....hormone-fest before her, the raven-haired girl made her way over to her foster brother-turned-teacher her expression one of bemused irritation. "Kabuto." she greeted simply, meeting his lavender eyes with her reptilian ones. "Been a while."

[Raven]

The dark titaJoseph continued grinning and lead her over to the table where he had been working. Oh, he knew it was cheesy, but he just couldn't help himself! I know you're not into this whole holiday, so if it makes it easier, just think of this as me trying to get my muse back. He signed before stepping back to reveal a candy masterpiece, arranged to form a picture of Raven. Purple mini-hearts made up her hair, chocolates colored her cape and her eyes were gummie candies.

Raven's eyes grew wide at the candy asortment, she glanced over her shoulder at him. A pale blush covered her face as she looked back at the art.

"It's lovely," she said curling her arms tighter around her.

[Kabuto Hyuuga]

Feb 17, 2011 16:46:43 GMT -5 Sakura said:

Acute observation skills (and a lack of enthusiasm towards the dance itself) zeroed in on the silver-haired man entering the room. Like Kabuto, Sakura herself was shocked to see him here--much less dressed up. Although....Kabuto had a tendency to devote himself to....projects now and then (although WHY he'd consider such a trivial thing like a school dance a project she could only guess) so she supposed to see him dressed up was no surprise.

It was just....seeing him in a tuxedo....was a bit....surprising.

Catching herself staring, Sakura frowned, shaking her head with a slight huff. So he was dressed up. So what? So was she. So was EVERYONE. To make an unnecessarily large ordeal out of this was highly impractical and childish.

The snake-girl trained her gaze back towards the mingling crowd, before cringing inwardly at the mushy display before her, and golden-eyes drifted back to Kabuto. It really HAD been quite some time since she'd spoken to him. Perhaps she should change that.

Sticking close to the wall so as not to taint herself by crashing into the....hormone-fest before her, the raven-haired girl made her way over to her foster-brother-turned-teacher her expression one of bemused irritation. "Kabuto." she greeted simply, meeting his lavender eyes with her reptilian ones. "Been a while."

The Hyuuga mimed shock upon seeing her; after all, it would not do to reveal that he had been/still was spying on her. His arched eyebrow took in, again, the sleeveless lavender dress and the fact that her hair was even brushed and restrained.
"Indeed it has been, Sakura-chan. I believe the last time I spoke to you was on the first day." That this had been to chastise her for summoning one of Orochimaru's snakes in the courtyard was a trivial matter. Settling against the wall in his typical manner, he smirked at his "younger" sister.
"So what has possibly dragged you out of your hole and into a scene from your worst nightmares?"