Do you Have Your Valentine?

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee perked up slightly. A drink? That sounded nice. "Sh1t bro, you have Faygo?" he then scratched his head, thinking for a moment.

Thinking. Why was this voice in his head suddenly so clear? He didn't understand it. He shook his head. "Naw man forget about the Faygo. Whatever you all have I'm pretty much down with."

He turned to gaze emptily at the noise that was erupting from the group a little ways away. Looks like one of the human grownups had just stepped in to do something. LiKe I sAiD, he thought, pRoBlEmS aRe AlL sOlViNg ThEmSeLvEs aLl Up In ThIs MoThErFnCkEr.

[Taylor]

Clopin only shook his head for a moment, not understanding what this "Faygo" was. Instead, the boy stood up, strolled over to the drink table, and came back just as calmly, setting down two cups of punch in front of himself and the troll.
"There's your punch. Now then, mon ami, what is your name?" Clopin asked, as he sat back down.

Taylor only clasped her hands behind her back as she looked up to Kabuto. "Nothing is wrong, Mr. Hyuuga. I was just trying to assist a friend here with unwanted contact." Taylor said, as professionally as she could. "Bob! Come here!" Taylor said. The unicorn paused in his spinning, and trotted over to Taylor, leaving Tinkerbell behind.
"Yes?"

"Mr. Hyuuga would like for us to stop whatever we're doing. That means you too, unicorn." Taylor said. Bob nodded in agreement. Before Taylor could say another word to the teacher, Bob had the collar of her shirt between his teeth, dragging the girl along with him.

"Bob?! WHAT THE HELL?! Put me down right now!" Taylor barked, trying to escape his grasp. But on second thought... Taylor ceased to struggle, hanging in the unicorn's grip limply. "Come on y'all. We're going back to the Warden's office." Bob said.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee grasped the punch-filled cup with two shaking hands, attempting to keep it steady as he drank from it. He downed the whole glass before slamming it back down on the table.

The resulting noise from said slam was twice as loud due to his headache, and he let out a pained shriek as he fell off of the chair. He laid motionless on the ground for a moment before getting back up, holding his head once more.

He slowly turned to look back at the gypsy, his eyes a much darker shade of orange than before. Even more curious, they didn't have the half-lidded look that they usually did.

Toss in the fact that his clown make-up had been smeared, and he looked like something from a horror movie.

But then he let out a groan, burying his hands in his face again before looking back to the boy. This time, his eyes were yellow once more and had returned to their half-lidded ways.

He then remembered the boy had asked him his name. Oh Gog damn this was the longest motherfncking introduction ever.

"I'm Gamzee," he offered a hand to his new acquaintance. "Gamzee Makara. Now who the motherfnck might you all be?" he smiled again, as friendly as ever.

[Puck]

As Bob trotted off with Taylor in tow, Puck shook his head, and tried to think of a reason for dismissing himself from the teacher's presence.

"Er...right. I don't believe that there will be anymore trouble this evening, Mr. Hyuuga," Puck said, giving a quick bow as he turned on his heel. So what if he were to get in trouble for walking off? Chances were, Grell would find some way to get him out of it.

Walking off towards where Clopin was now sitting, along with some sort of troll-like creature that Puck didn't recognize. Taking another seat beside the gypsy boy, Puck scowled to himself, resting his chin on his hands irritably. Unknowingly, the boy still had lipstick on his face from when Tinkerbell had kissed him.

He had half a mind to say something a bit rude to Clopin for seemingly ignoring the scenario from before, but he say that the other was speaking to someone at the moment, so he chose to merely remain silent with an annoyed expression on his face.

As the stranger to Puck suddenly began to have a string of convulsions on the floor, Puck jumped slightly, keeping a wary eye on the other as he settled back in his seat.

[Anti-Cosmo]

Anti-Cosmo felt the urge to clap at the scene he had just witnessed, but decided against it. There were other faculty members in the room that actually took things seriously. He sighed and decided to fix himself some punch. The anti-fairy studied the drink cautiously, knowing that cupid had his own tricks. "I hope the show grows more interesting," he sighed, waiting fort something horrible to happen.

[wandisimo]

Feb 19, 2011 11:51:56 GMT -5 Cupid said:

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.

"I suppose the students can handle the truth on their own," Cupid said, letting Wandisimo pull him away. "My room or another closet?" He raised an eyebrow.

Wandisimo laughed, a gorgeously accented laugh. "Does your room have a closet?" He asked as they passed through the dining hall doors, giving Cupid a grin and a wink. "Perhaps we shall try something exotic and find a large vase to fool around in." He teased himself and the pink fairy and their habits.

[Clopin]

Clopin was quite amused by the troll's ways. First of all, his eyes changed colors for a few moments, before returning to their normal look. That was interesting.

The gypsy held out his hand towards Gamzee's, and shook it. "Clopin Trouillefou of Paris. A pleasure to meet you, mon ami." Clopin said. He noticed that Puck had seated himself next to him, and he grinned to Gamzee for a moment, before turning to Puck.

"Ah, well, if it isn't the Puck. How was your dance?" Clopin asked, his voice calm as ever.

[Puck]

Puck narrowed his eyes at the other. "Shut up, Clopin. You know, it wouldn't have hurt if you had, oh, I don't know, 'defended my honor', or whatever you would call it."
He gave the other a dry expression as he said this, still feeling rather embarrassed about the entire dancing situation. True, he had gotten caught up in the "competition" for a moment, but now that he thought about it, he wished the whole thing had never occurred.

[Joseph]

Why was Joseph at the dance this time? The boy honestly had no idea. It wasn't like he was going with anyone, nor did he have any strong desire to go out and mingle. And when it came to dancing, Joseph thought himself to have two left feet.
Was it because maybe...just maybe...Taylor might be there? Joseph shook his head at the thought, walking into the dining hall is a slightly better outfit than the last time he'd gone to a dance. With a red dress shirt(of course) and a pair of clean, black slacks, Joseph cut a much better figure than before. Especially now that he'd earned a bit more cash from his outside job, which had allowed him to buy these new clothes.
Still, despite telling himself not to get his hopes up, Joseph's heartrate nearly shot up to the clouds when he saw that Taylor was indeed attending the dance....and, apparently, she was being dragged by Bob across the floor. Raising an eyebrow, Joseph stepped further inside, leaning along the wall by the door to see if she, or rather, Bob, planned on coming this way.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee blankly stared between the bickering couple, trying his damnedest to zone out. It was sort of hard with all these words in his head. What was the deal with these two? Clopin and... "the Puck"? Man Earth creatures sure have weird names.

Wait, what was he thinking? They seemed chill. He was no better than them. The hemospectrum did not matter on Earth.

Did it? Who knew. How weird would it be if everyone had the same, low blood color on the hemospectrum here? Wait no it wouldn't be weird. The hemospectrum is a bunch of bullsh1t.

But Gamzee's blood color was indigo. He was the highest of the land-dwellers.

THEY ARE INFERIOR, a loud voice erupted in his mind, and he whimpered aloud, reeling over once again, except this time he managed to stay in his chair. YOU ARE A DESCENDANT OF THE HIGH SUBJUGLATORS. What was this voice? It sounded like his except really angry. He wanted it to go away so badly. But it stayed.

"What the motherfnck do they do?" he asked himself, speaking instead of thinking. Whoops. WHAT THE FNCK DO YOU THINK? THEY SUBJUGLATE, THAT'S MOTHERFNCKING WHAT.

[Clopin]

"How could I? And besides, Taylor dragged me into that little dance competition." Clopin said. Quite honestly, the gypsy didn't mind, because he knew that Puck had no feelings for the freshman. And secondly, a prince had to know when to control his anger, or else he would never be able to attain that title of "king of the gypsies."
Clopin then spotted the lipstick on Puck's face, and narrowed his eyes.

"I see that she kissed you."

[Puck]

Puck looked down for a moment, trying to glance at his lips in embarrassment. Quickly rubbing away the evidence of Tink's little "experiment", Puck scowled.
"Not with my consent," Puck replied, narrowing his own eyes. "She somewhat forced herself upon me."
Being so caught up with arguing at the moment, Puck barely notice of the troll across from them, aside from a raised eyebrow and a slightly concerned expression. He was still a bit annoyed at Clopin, though he tried to control his temper and direct it at the one he he should be annoyed at. The stupid little freshman that was currently in the process of emptying the contents of her stomach in the girl's bathroom.

[Clopin]

"I see then." Clopin said. He then turned to Gamzee, with a slight smile. "My apologies. This was the result of a small little...freshman we had to deal with earlier." Clopin said. For a second though, it seemed that Gamzee was currently..arguing with himself?
The gypsy had no idea, but once again, it amused him.

Taylor hung from Bob's grasp, much like a young lion cub being carried by its mother. "Bob, why the hell do you have to do this?!" she hissed. However, her struggling quit as soon as she spotted Joseph leaning along one of the walls nearest to the doorway. "Bob, put me down RIGHT NOW." Taylor growled.
"Not a chance, y'all. We've got to go to the Warden's office." Bob replied.

[Raven]

Feb 20, 2011 14:59:17 GMT -5 Jericho said:

A grateful expression latched itself onto Joseph's face and he gently took her by the wrist, guiding her over to one of the far tables. He had noticed the embaressed glance she had sent to the couple on the dance floor and, looking over now to see four people grinding against each other, his face as well flushed a healthy red. Admittedly, he'd done something like this himself with a few girls who were into that sort of this; however, it had always in a more anonymous setting, such a club of others who were doing the same thing. He pulled out a chair at the far table facing away from the rest of the party, offering it to her before sitting down himself.

Raven sat down and looked at Jerico, "So why did you come here? You don't really strike me as the party type. No that that's a bad thing."

Was she rambling? She never rambled.

[Gamzee Makara]

Freshman? Gamzee was a freshman. At least, he thought so. His memory wasn't exactly his best friend right now.

Oh well.

"No problem, brother," he said calmly in response to Clopin. COME ON BROTHER. SHOW HIM YOUR HONKS. But he seems nice. SHOW HIM. YOUR MOTHERFNCKING. HONKS.

)o:

At this point, Gamzee stood up. He pulled a club out of seemingly nowhere, and slowly pointed it at the two in front of him.

"WHAT COLOR. Is your motherfncking blood."