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Post by Callie on Jul 6, 2008 16:10:32 GMT -4
Somewhere on the edge of time and space, or possibly somewhere in the middle of it, or maybe... Somewhere in time and space, there is a house. Well, that's agiven, there are houses in a lot of places, but this house is special. Currently, this house is holding a party, though the exact host and the exact guest-list seems to be a little fuzzy, the party looks good. Maybe the guests know how they got here, maybe they don't, maybe they don't even care, a party like this is somewhere you just want to let loose and have fun. The main room of the house, a large ballroom where the party is being mostly held, is big enough for any amount of people you want to throw at it, with a bar (of course, what party would be complete without one), a large supply of food available, and of course music, though it's unclear where exactly the music is coming from. The large glass doors of the ballroom open up onto a wide balcony, with steps down to the gardens. The gardens are huge, varied and impeccably neat - flower beds, statues, fountains, even a maze. Elsewhere in the house, there are other rooms, as if the house was trying its level best to fulfill everybody's desires all at once, rooms of every kind, rooms with TVs and popcorn, rooms with pool tables and darts. The party is in full swing, and everybody's invited. ((This thread, being the main party, takes place mostly in the ballroom unless otherwise stated in people's posts, feel free to make your own threads set in any room or area of the garden, also feel free to make up your own rooms/garden features if you like. Any questions, consult the OOC: How it'll work thread. ENJOY!!))
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Post by Rogue on Jul 6, 2008 23:08:16 GMT -4
Rogue walked into the ballroom and glanced around with dark, somber eyes, painted heavily with black liner. The party was supposed to be brilliant and amazing and energetic… She certainly didn’t feel those things as of this moment, but maybe eventually, after bottles of soda, she might just hit the dance floor. She’d been invited by an unknown source, and had come to the address merely for the food and perhaps the release of the noise constantly spinning around in her head.
Fastening her leather, studded gloves around her wrists, Rogue wandered through the room and over to the balcony on the other side, stepping over the threshold to the railing beyond. Resting her arms atop it, she leaned over, admiring the view. It seemed forever since she’d made an appearance here, but it still felt like home.
“God, the fresh air feels so good,” she may be gothic in appearance, but her outlook was not one of a defeatist.
Decked out in her trusty purple wrap sweater and black denim jeans, the wind felt nice on her suffocating skin. Carefully, she tucked a strand of white hair behind one ear to keep it from whipping around in her eyes, and waited patiently for the rest of the guests to arrive. Funnily enough, she sort of felt like she could manage "sociable" today.
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Post by aero on Jul 6, 2008 23:29:08 GMT -4
Melody normally didn’t do parties. Parties didn’t mix well with someone who constantly was worrying over putting their foot in the mouth but this party was special. So she put on her best hand me down dress, a short sparkly blue dress that use to be Joelle, that was a bit to short for her and a pair of white heels the use to be Paige’s. Her dark brown hair was curled and piled on top of her head by a butterfly clip. She was impressed with her own appearance and actually thought maybe someone would dance with her tonight other then one of her brother, which was an exciting thought.
She entered the ballroom and her jaw dropped. Everything looked simply breathtaking and perfect. The little country girl was stunned it was the most beautiful thing she ever seen. She blushed and tucked a stray spiral curl behind her ear hoping no one saw her gawking like a slack jaw yokel.
The normally mousey girl looked around the room, looking for someone she knew.
OOC: It might suck totally. I haven’t RP in what feels like forever but I couldn’t walk away from a chance of play Mel, again. I have missed my little country mouse.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 7, 2008 14:12:33 GMT -4
Kitty was practically bouncing when she stepped into the ballroom. Man, it had been so long since she’d been to a good party, and this one was all exciting and mysterious and... ooh, swanky! Looking around at the elaborate decorations and paintings and, well, everything, she had a sense that she really didn’t belong in a place like this but she quickly quashed it. She had been invited, after all, and she was going to have a great time, dammit!
Smoothing down her knee length skirt, Kitty made a beeline for the punch bowl. The music was loud enough to drown out the clicking of her heels, and perfect for dancing, but not excessively so that it would be hard to talk. Their host had thought of everything!
Lifting the glass of punch to her lips, she turned back around and surveyed the room as she took a sip. Noticing Melody standing by the door, Kitty smiled brightly at the other girl and waved excitedly.
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Post by aero on Jul 8, 2008 0:50:27 GMT -4
Melody smiled at the sight of Kitty. She had always thought of her as kind of her unrelated sister, for she had always been nice and supportive of her. It was the Guthrie family motto that you couldn’t have enough family by blood or by heart. It didn’t made much sense to her when she was in Kentucky for all she could think about the was how having so many sister made it a pain to get the bathroom in the morning, but she grew to understood what her mother was trying to teach her when she came to the school.
The dark haired girl hurried over to Kitty and hugged her. Another thing about Guthries they were huggers.
”Oh Kitty! Yah look so pretty.” She gushed excitedly over Kitty’s outfit as she let her go.
Her blue eyes glimmer with excitement as she smiled as she stepped back to give her room. The dark hair girl swayed as she smiled brightly. “Aint this just the biggest shindig you ever did see?"
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Post by scarletwitch on Jul 8, 2008 2:19:10 GMT -4
Wanda had come to the party to let her hair....and apparently many other things, down. She walked in having given up on her glamor or her nice corset or something, because she was a.... big boned girl. Not fat, but this was no dainty flower. Suddenly those size four dresses she had managed to squeeze into would now only maybe squeeze around a hefty calf.
She unzipped the front of her maroon wind breaker that was the matching top to her sweat suited self. Underneath was a similarly colored top that clung to her...ample chest and middle that proudly implied that the wearer was a "Party Guuurl!" And so far she was living up to the statement. Her strappy heels were a thing of the past, replaced by white running shoes with a red stripe down the side.
She threw open the door with surprising force and threw out the pink elastic in her hair to let her long, frizzy locks come falling about her neck and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled under the light and she threw up a meaty arm, "HAAAAAY YA'LL!"
Soon she saw her pray. It was shivering lightly with steam rolling up off its form, laid out in a circular pack. Her eyes brought to it from the glimmer of the plate that it grazed on. "Wait," she said holding out her arms for anyone listening to stop and listen...."YOU GOT PIGS IN BLANKETS!!! HOLLA!" And she stomped her way over to the table. Soon her hand was filled with fried, porky goodness and she turned, stuffing her face as she yelled out while waving her food filled paw at her, "OH hay Kit-TAY! How's it been hangin?" And then tilting her head back to watch Rogue walk by, swallowing the food in her mouth, "Ooo--You go Elvira! Mistress of the dark indeed..."
Then she stomps her way to the center of the dance floor and starts moving her many curves vaguely to the beat as she continues to eat...and eat..and eat. "Come on GURLS!" she exclaims between bites, "Just cause there aren't no guys up in here don't mean we can't start the party. WOOoOooooooo!"
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Post by Doug Ramsey on Jul 8, 2008 3:45:52 GMT -4
*SCRIIIIITTTTCCCHHHHH!!!!* Somewhere in this massive ballroom, someone had just taken the classic vinyl entertainment and co-opted it. Sssssssliding onto the ballroom floor, his blonde mop whipping about his head, Doug Ramsey began to dance to the funny little song. In fact, the young lad bore a striking resemblance to another towhead dancing fool... "WHAT???" he shouted over the din of the music, "I THOUGHT THE SONG FITS US MUTANTS A LITTLE TOO WELL!!!"
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Post by Tatiana on Jul 8, 2008 7:24:02 GMT -4
Tatiana entered quietly through a side door. She had been thrilled to get an invitation to the party. More often than not, people usually forgot to invite her. The music was loud, and there were not many people there yet. Slipping over for a drink, the young woman filled a cup and found as quiet a seat by the wall as she could have.
To her, parties were more fun to watch than to actually participate in. Tati looked around the room,trying to find someone she actually knew. Failing that, she looked down at her rather plain outfit and hoped it was ok. Regular old blue jeans and her favorite white tank top. Well, at least they were clean.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 8, 2008 14:54:12 GMT -4
Balancing her glass as best she could to keep it from spilling, Kitty accepted the hug with a warm laugh, returning it with her free arm. Melody was about the sweetest girl she’d ever met, and she was always happy to see her.
Following the compliment Kitty looked down at her own outfit, a floral skirt and rose pink blouse, before taking in Melody’s dress as well. “Thanks Mel! You do too! I love your dress!”
She was talking way too excitedly, she knew, but she just couldn’t help it. This was just too cool! Opening her mouth to reply to Melody as they turned to watch the goings on, whatever she had meant to say she completely forgot at the entrance of Wanda Maximoff, and boy, what an entrance! Even over the music, and even halfway across the room, she could hear every word the girl yelled clearly. The t-shirt she wore? Total understatement.
Her mouth still open from where she had intended to speak, Kitty could only watch with wide eyes as Wanda devoured half a plate of hors d'oeuvres, talking the whole while. Then the dancing started, and even if what she said was true, the brunette girl couldn’t seem to get her feet moving. The way she was... shaking it out there it seemed dangerous to attempt to join her. Luckily, for Wanda at least, Doug wasn’t scared. With a sudden and drastic change of music, suddenly the blonde boy was dancing like crazy.
Still, all Kitty could do was stare, although she did manage to tear her eyes away from the dancing duo long enough to give Melody a wide eyed look.
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Post by bamf on Jul 8, 2008 16:18:40 GMT -4
Giggling madly, bamf appeared high in the air in a burst of gray smoke with an accompanying noise that sounded just like his name.
With a whoop, he somersaulted forward and dove head first into the punch bowl with a splash of colorful liquid.
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Post by aero on Jul 9, 2008 5:24:37 GMT -4
Melody blushed as she realized she almost knocked Kitty drink out of her hand with her over excited hug. She beamed as Kitty compliment her dress and smoothed her hands over it proudly. “It jus’ a hand-me-down but Ah thought it was pretty.”
Mel decided as she watched and heard more people enter the room that people at parties were crazy and a bit scary. She tilted her head back at the sudden change of music and bit her lip so not to giggle at Doug’s dancing. The dark hair girl could not see herself ever being brave to be as bold as Wanda or spaz out on dance floor like Doug and she was amazed, then again it didn‘t take much to impress the young farm girl.
Her blue eyes keep jumping around as the party seemed to become alive and was nothing like the church barn dance. She looked back to Kitty and smiled. “Yeah, this aint like parties back home.”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 13, 2008 8:29:54 GMT -4
This was what it was all about now.
Bobby had just spent the past twenty minutes doing pushups in his room. His pecs were all pumped up and he was strolling out to the partay all puffed up and manly like. When it all came down to it, there were going to be chicks at the party, and Bobby was really doing it for them. It was sort of a public service if you thought about it in a special certain kind of way.
Bobby however was not thinking.
"Wassup yo!"
He looked around for a minute in his swim trunks and flip flops and realized his miscalculation. "Wait a minute, this isn't a pool party?"
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 17, 2008 12:47:03 GMT -4
In reply to Melody’s comment, all Kitty could do was let out a high pitched squeal as she was suddenly showered with the contents of the punchbowl. Now that would have been a good time to have gone intangible. Her hair dripping wet, she turned around to see the grinning Bamf looking back at her from the now mostly empty bowl.
“Bamf, this is punch! You’re supposed to drink it, not swim in it,” she tried to explain calmly, though her voice sounded a little higher than normal. Great, now she was going to be all stained and sticky and smell like fruit all evening. Giving Melody a pitiful look, Kitty’s eyes fell on Bobby who had just made his entrance. He appeared to be missing half his outfit.
“Why couldn’t Bobby have been standing here? At least he’s dressed for it.”
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Post by Doug Ramsey on Jul 18, 2008 4:12:14 GMT -4
Doug ducked under the meaty limb of Wanda flailing past his head and worked his way over to the side of the dancefloor. He spotted her, shy and quiet, standing alone, her dark raven hair catching the lights in their ebon strands.
He was going to get some punch, but there seemed to be something out of one of Kitty's fairy tales swimming in it, so he took a mental raincheck.
Sam's little sister stood near Kitty, the two of them appearing to be standing in a freshly made puddle, when Bobby came strolling in dressed for the showers, it seemed.
Doug took the moment of distraction to steal a glance at the dark haired girl again...
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Post by bamf on Jul 18, 2008 16:05:32 GMT -4
"Bamf, this is punch! You’re supposed to drink it, not swim in it!”, Miss Kitty had said to him.
"Bamf can do both!", he replied and fell merrily backward into the contents of the bowl. With a kick and a gurgle he propelled himself through the shallow beverage and around the heavy glass punchbowl, the point of his upraised tail following him like the fin of a shark on the prowl.
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