Party Time! ((Open to All))

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Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 11, 2012 21:26:08 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Jun 11, 2012 21:26:08 GMT -5

Does, Thinks, Says, Hears

Apex watched as the help prepared everything for him; smiling ear to ear as he thought about the long night that awaited him. Apex hosted parties once or twice a month, and tonight was going to be the biggest one of them all. Like usual, his father had not only granted him permission to have alcohol at the parties, but had supplied so many beer kegs, Apex had wondered if there would be more kegs than people. Apex didn’t even drink, but he knew how boring parties were without alcohol; White’s don’t throw boring parties.

The decorations were typical of the Whites. The lights were bright, and had an ultraviolet option for when the party was in full swing. Speakers were installed in nearly every wall, and when the volume was put up to full blast, you could hear everything crystal clearly, as if you were a part of the music yourself. For half the night, Apex had hired a local DJ who had been quickly growing in popularity; Usually he spend top dollar on everything that he could, but he had a very particular taste in DJs. He had to be the one to give them their first big party, and in exchange, they would promote him for the Hunger Games if his turn ever came up. The DJ played a mix of hip hop, pop, and house music, blending each genre beautifully into each other, and sometimes at the same time.

The house was isolated and gated enough to avoid any noise complaints; as if the Peacekeepers would really bother with a small civil disturbance anyway.

When entering the front door, people would immediately see the foyer, decorated extravagantly in gold and white. Once leaving the foyer, people entered the large living room that had been converted into the dance floor. Drinks lined the walls, couches were strategically placed for comfort, and a cleaning staff stood carefully at attention to catch any spills or broken glass. Connected to the living room was a large kitchen and bar designed specifically for company like this; chefs were preparing a wide array of appetizers; specialties that could only be surpassed by the chefs of the Capital.

The rest of the house was closed off. The guesthouse, which was usually used people who needed to satisfy certain…”urges”, now belonged to a girl they had taken it at the expense of her abusive father. Well, it didn’t belong to her, but she had been living there anyhow. Apex had told her she was allowed to come out whenever she pleased; but he wasn’t sure if she was in the mood.

In addition to the cooking and cleaning staff, Apex had an emergency medical team that his father recommended on call. You never know who would overdose, suffer from alcohol poisoning, or get injured to due some sort of altercation. Fights usually broke out at parties, or at least parties that had been thrown by the Whites.

Apex also had hired a team of bouncers. Made up from some of the less fortunate Careers who never quite made it to the Hunger Games, the security team carefully inspected the guests, making sure no violence breaks out (without Apex’s permission of course). Because everyone was allowed, there were usually a few issues that arose throughout the night. Sometimes, Apex made a show of it and handled it himself. Sometimes he passed the responsibility over to some of his Career friends, but most of the time, the bouncers handled the chaos themselves.

As people funneled in, Apex greeted all of them himself, whether he knew them or not. Appearing kind and welcoming went a long way when dealing with the public, something he should practice if he were to ever enter the Hunger Games. He greeted the boys he knew with a special handshake, different for every person. Making everyone feel special was crucial. He greeted every girl with a hug and a kiss, sometimes a quick peck on the cheek, and if he knew them well enough, a quick peck on the lips.

The party was in full swing by midnight, and eventually, Apex stopped greeting people and just enjoyed his own festivities.

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Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 12, 2012 0:34:31 GMT -5

Post by Raeoki really likes pineapples on Jun 12, 2012 0:34:31 GMT -5

Who's that whisperin' in the trees?
It's two sailors and they're on leave.
Pipes and chains and swingin' hands,
Who's your daddy? Yes I am!

Psuedopod Lillison scrambled up to the Whites’ abode, her brown locks bouncing up and down. She knew she was late; it was midnight, according to the watch she had borrowed from Aunt Josephina, and as she neared the ornate front door she could hear music reverberating from inside the house. The fourteen-year-old rapped on the door, and took a step back. The door promptly swung open, but Psuedopod didn’t bother to see who it was; she bustled on in, giving the opener a curt “thank you”.

She paused for a moment, glancing down at her dress. It was a simple thing, compared to what the other girls were wearing. The sleeveless dress was a sober navy blue, the hem of the pleated skirt brushing against her knee (as it was at the perfect length for a lady out for some casual fun). The collar flattened itself against her neck and shoulders, and the bodice split out into a short V-neck – just enough to reveal some sternum, and nothing more. Psuedopod was far too lady-like to wear a dress with a V-neck that practically stretched down to her middle. The fourteen-year-old looked up, fiddling with the yellow belt hugging her small waist.

The party was in full swing. The DJ played some loud, bouncy noise that made Psuedopod’s head hurt, and as she twisted her head around, she could see some of the guests pouring bottles of liquor into glasses. Psuedopod snorted, her lips twitching into a small smirk. Fools. Psuedopod didn’t mind a night for fun and relaxation, but at least she knew how to control herself when a bottle of champagne was waved in her face. I know a few bumbling oafs who will wake up with a torturous migraine in the morning.

Psuedopod looked away from the drink stand, and strode into the thick of the shindig.

Fat cat came to play,
Now he can't run fast enough.
You'd best stay away,
When the pushers come to shove!

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(ooc: Uuuugh, I don't like this post. It feels confusing to me, I don't know why...And sorry if the description of Psuedo's dress makes no sense. I dunno why, but I've never really been good at describing things, persay. Dx ~~So here, have a picture instead cause it's rad and shiz. Hurr.~~

EDIT: I made it all perdy and shiz cause I was bored. And dis perdy lil' piece o' moozak is called "Zoot Suit Riot" as performed by Cherry Poppin Daddies. You should totes listen to it. Cause it's amazin'. And stuff.)

Last Edit: Jun 16, 2012 1:29:18 GMT -5 by Raeoki really likes pineapples

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Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 12, 2012 22:27:09 GMT -5

Post by laphae8ash on Jun 12, 2012 22:27:09 GMT -5

There wasn't a party that Dia wouldn't go to, everyone in District one knew it, but when it came down to it Dia's parties were the best. Perfectly coordinated, perfectly catered, there was nothing that she didn't plan down to the last stitch. The White's parties weren't so different. Maybe a little less detail, but no less extravagant. Sometimes the colors didn't match just right, or maybe the lighting was just a little too harsh. Dia would always notice the little details missing first, Apex would be more focused on something else.

As she came to the door her eyes traveled over the bouncers, a nice touch since there was no guest list. Her parties were always exclusive, always numbered, always perfect. Not that this wasn't nice, it was, but it wasn't perfect and perfect was the only thing that was acceptable.

Almost to prove a point to Apex, Dia decided that wearing her diamond tiara was the way to go, she was the Queen when it came to parties and so far he wasn't close to being her King. Her outfit was simple and playful, a floaty dress over leggings and golden flats, something that wouldn't show the goods if she was to fall from the swaying of her already inebriated body. With a nod to the bouncer and a coy smile she headed in, hoping the night wouldn't disappoint.

If anything in the world would be a flaw of Dia's it was her drinking. At 16 she was already well on her way to being a lush, and was known never to be seen without her silver and pink jeweled flask at her side. Tonight wasn't any different, her best friend was tucked away safely in her clutch and had already given her the pick me up she'd need til she could find something decent to sip on. Almost as if someone was reading her mind a tray appeared filled with assorted libations all equal tempting, the only problem was the glasses were simply clear and with a party of this type the glasses obviously should be tinted royal blue.

With a sigh she plucked the flute with the mixed drink with plump pink berries floating about, it was a champagne sparkler, something she could make with her eyes closed, but it gave just the right amount of pizazz to her outfit. Still needed a blue glass though. Her eyes scanned the room til she saw Apex in all his glory. Surrounded with all the fawning girls and his little circle of cronies he stood in the circle with that stunning smile. He knew of course that he was one of the best looking boys in the district, and certainly had moved up the ranks now that Jae had lost an eye, but there was something mischievous, something more behind that smile. With that Dia downed a few swallows of the sweet liquid and made her move.

Slipping up behind him with her own smile she ran her hands down the out of his thighs. "I figured I'd find you here. Didn't even get a greeting at the door Mr. White." she teased with a pout. Her lower lip jutted out and she batted her eyes, it was all a game, they both knew it. Dia's hands slid forward giving slight tease before she stepped back with a grin. "So you're stuck around here for another year. At least you don't have to deal with that bird tearing your pretty eyes out." her words slurred a bit but the smile that crossed her face lit it up like the sun.

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Nightlock Merchant [M:-450] 127 POSTS last seen Jan 19, 2016 15:20:41 GMT -5	Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 12, 2012 22:38:57 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Nightlock on Jun 12, 2012 22:38:57 GMT -5 ((any district character right?? i just want to make sure before i post thats all.))

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"Just throw 'em the face!"

Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 12, 2012 23:43:58 GMT -5

Post by angel4030 on Jun 12, 2012 23:43:58 GMT -5

Chelsea could not help but bounce and twirl as she beamed at her reflection. Her newest dress was perfect for the party she would be going to. With its sparkling top and pink, flowy bottom, the dress was absolutely perfect. Now for a finishing touch... she mused, tapping one slender finger against her chin in concentration. Suddenly, the finishing touch captured Chelsea's attention and she quickly jumped over the pile of rejected dresses to snatch the item.

"Perfect!" she declared, eyeing the black top hat that now graced her head. A mischievous snicker escaped her glossy lips at the thoughts of how shocked the other guests would be at her strange choice of accessory. Psh, they'll just be jealous they didn't think of it, she assured herself before taping across her bedroom and down the spinning staircase. Ignoring the area in front of her, Chelsea did not notice that there was one of the rare sites gracing her with their presence until she ran into them.

Jerking her head up, Chelsea found herself eye to eye with her biggest fan: her father. Blushing a deep pink that almost matched her dress, she scuttled back a few steps before adjusting her tilting top hat. "Hey Dad, didn't expect you to be here. I was just going to a party, so yeah," she mumbled, letting her sparkling heels trace strange patterings against the marble floors. A deep sigh pulled her eyes back up and she watched as the man's eyes scanned her with furrowed brows. I've been standing here for years! When I get to the party, everyone will be gone! Or worse: too drunk to notice my hat! Chelsea began to fret just as her father let out a grunt, the closest thing to an 'okay' as she was going to get.

Slipping past the unhappy man, she quickly escaped her house and made her way towards the flashing lights and pulsing music that emanated from her destination. I wonder who will be there? Who will mention my beautiful dress first? More importantly: who will mention my ah-mazing hat first? Maybe I should sneak up behind the bouncers just to creep them out.. the questions and possibilities swirled through Chelsea's mind as she bounced up the steps leading to the party. With a grin, she carefully scurried up to the nearest bouncer before peering over the clipboard that he seemed so focused on.

"Well don't burn a hole through it!" she scolded teasingly, earning herself the satisfying image of the bouncer jumping up in surprise. Giving him a wink, Chelsea skipped away to the door and made her way inside the party. Pausing in the doorway, Chelsea marveled at the party that was already in full swing. Quickly making her way further into the house, she stumbled slightly as someone bumped into her.

'Oh excuse me!" she apologized with a graceful curtsy, unwilling to give up a chance to take her top hat off with a flourish before returning it to its rightful place. Chelsea grinned at the stranger, knowing it was not her fault that they had collided, but in any case it gave her a chance to show off her unique outfit. Hm,this should be an interesting party, she mused, pushing a strand of her bright pink hair out of the way.

OCC: this is basically what her outfit would look like-

Last Edit: Jun 12, 2012 23:45:55 GMT -5 by angel4030

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Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 13, 2012 20:50:57 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Jun 13, 2012 20:50:57 GMT -5

Does, Thinks, Says, Hears

While most people seemed to have a preference between quantity and quality, Apex needed to maximize both in order to be fully satisfied with the outcome of his party. Apex was gliding around the house, giving orders to the staff (politely of course), breaking up potential arguments, and greeting those he had not yet had the opportunity to. As much as Apex wished he could enjoy his own party, hosts had certain responsibilities to live up to.

However, Apex saw an opportunity to relax when he saw his Career pack enter the door. Boisterous and loud as ever, Apex couldn’t help but laugh as his friends barge in like it was their own house; in a way, it almost was. Behind them was a girl dressed conservatively; usually that was atypical of anyone at these parties without a Y chromosome.

When she glanced at the boys heading for the drinks, Apex couldn’t help but notice the smirk on her face that just screamed superiority. Looks like one of the smart ones. She strode away into the crowd, only to disappear into the dancing mass of intoxicated teenagers.

Apex made his way to the “Frat Pack”, as they called themselves. A pack of Careers who deemed themselves the cream of the crop, the top of the mountain, and among themselves, they all thought they were better than each other at everything. The Darwinian dynamic that so often infuriated the group was also what held them together. Competing with each other to be the best kept them on their toes and furthered them along as Career prospects; but knowing that they were at least in the upper echelon of every Career in Panem was what strengthened their bonds of brotherhood.

As Apex gathered with the pack, girls seemed to surround them. A look between the boys stirred a laugh among them, and instantly they all knew that they were thinking exactly the same thing. Apex smiled, schmoozing with some of the girls briefly before turning back to the pack.

“Wait till you see wh—“

Suddenly, Dia Renae Pettigilo had made her way behind him, and soon, her hands had found the outside of his thighs. Dia, why am I not surprised?Apex smirked a bit, receiving looks from the other guys just before they turned to talk to some of the girls nearest to them.

“I figured I’d find you here. Didn’t even get a greeting at the door Mr. White.”

Apex turned around in time to catch her pout. She batted her eyes, and despite holding his calm and collected demeanor, he couldn’t help but find her attractive. But she drank far too often for his taste, and that wasn’t suitable for the next champion of the Hunger Games, and it definitely wasn’t suitable for a White.

“Well, had I known you were coming I would have stopped the music, grabbed the mic, and sung you a welcoming song myself…but unfortunately, I need to grace others with my presence as well.” Apex couldn’t help but smirk at himself. He was an expert at playing cat and mouse, and in order to truly win the game, you needed to play as a little of both.

He read her face quickly. Dia was one who needed to be pampered and spoiled, and Apex was not the guy to do it. However, Apex knew who would make good allies, and they both ran in the same circles; alienating Dia Renae was not on his to-do list.

Apex put a thumb to her cheek, brushing it a little to reassure her that she was at least special enough to be touched by him. “Well, you’ve found me now, and you’ve got enough attention to last you the rest of the party.” Apex nodded his head towards a group of adolescent drunkards who were admiring both of them for their own reasons. Like always, Apex was up for putting up a show. Dia must have noticed this too, because she slid her hands forwards until she heard the audible disdain from the group behind them.

"So you're stuck around here for another year. At least you don't have to deal with that bird tearing your pretty eyes out."

Ah yes, Jae Moreno was having a hard time with the Games, not because of any lack of talent, but on a whim of the Gamemakers. Apex had remembered hearing about some sort of relationship between Dia and Jae, but he wasn’t intending to replace a guy who wasn’t even dead yet. “It’s a shame about Jae, but at least you don’t seem to be taking it to badly.” Apex put his palm on her cheek and gave her a kiss on her forehead, “But hey, he still has a chance.”

Perfectly played.Apex had figured he’d managed to get her to back off by making her think he was concerned about her relationship with Jae; He also figured he had shown he enough attention to keep her satisfied…for now. All that was left was an escape to plan. “I have to return to my greeting duty,” Apex gave her a quick pat on the backside before looking over to the Frat Pack. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

He could hear Dia’s giggle in the background as he walked away, he looked back and gave her a little wink, causing her cheeks to flush with red pigment. Or maybe it’s the drinking. As Apex turned around, he find himself colliding with a girl who just managed to keep her top hat attached to her head.

“Oh excuse me!” she said, following soon after with a very elegant curtsy. Her bright pink hair and charming smile caught his eye, but he didn’t let it distract him from his manners. “No, no, the fault is all mine.” Apex extended his hand and bowed his head. “Apex White, pleasure to meet you.”

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My dear, you are quite beautiful!

Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 16, 2012 1:21:11 GMT -5

Post by Raeoki really likes pineapples on Jun 16, 2012 1:21:11 GMT -5

(ooc: Sorry for the wait. x.x)

Zoot suit riot

Psuedopod stood in the crowd of dancing teens, her face blank. She twisted her head around to the right, then to the left, her eyebrows slowly rising. Are they actually enjoying this sound? Psuedopod thought, her eyes flickering up to the DJ. He was still playing that trashy noise that pained Pusedopod’s head, as if he was intent on giving the poor girl a migraine. The fourteen-year-old grimaced. She supposed she could ask him to play a more elegant tune, preferably something they could actually dance to, not just maniacally bounce around like a drunken hare.

One may do that with DJs, correct? Ask them for a different song? Psuedopod thought, creasing her brows. Hmmm. It seems I must attend more mixers, if I am to understand how they work – ah hah! Father was right: parties can be educational at times! No wonder he insisted I attend! The fourteen-year-old smiled, and then went back to the subject of the DJ. Ah, well – the others appear to be enjoying themselves, and I’m sure they’ll make me out as an antagonist if I take away their…song of sorts.

Psuedopod hurried out of the horde of joyous adolescents, finding herself walking up to the drink-stand she had noticed upon joining the party. Her eyes darted left and right, landing on a girl wearing a rather swanky ebony top hat. Psuedopod smiled, her eyes wide and impressed. Hm, yes, I must make a note to congratulate that young lady on her classiness sometime soon – but I say, she could have picked a less flamboyant dress.

She looked away. An older-looking girl seemed to randomly appear before the fourteen-year-old, making Psuedopod’s eyes bug out of their sockets. Psuedopod staggered backward to avoid a collision, sucking in a sharp breath as she did. “Oh, most apologies, madam!” Her eyes flew up to the other girl’s glittering tiara that rested on the top of her head, proud and disgustingly gaudy. Psuedopod lifted her brows. “Beautiful tiara, by the way,” she grunted. “May I ask why you’re wearing it?”

throwback a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot

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Party Time! ((Open to All)) Jun 18, 2012 20:41:56 GMT -5

Post by cyrus on Jun 18, 2012 20:41:56 GMT -5

I’m not usually the one for parties. I find them particularly boring, especially amongst this set. There are too many how do you do’s for it ever to seem genuine. Even at a level where none of us would ever have to worry about lifting a finger for most of the rest of our lives—well, with my family’s fortunes, anyway—there are still dangers to beware. Thieves come in all shapes and sizes, and one has to be careful what they say to whom. Well, they would have to be careful if they cared what most people thought of them. But I’ve never been one to mince words, especially when it came to the uppercrust set. Perhaps that’s why I’ve never really found myself surrounded by many people. I must prefer a few close confidants that I can trust over too many prying eyes and ears.

Apex White was one of the few people that I had managed to tolerate and likewise been tolerated by, and I’d come to think that we’d formed something of a friendship. Granted, he was much better at pretending to care enough to charm people than I was. He’d been the one to organize this soire with all the poor-little-rebellious-rich kids, and I had tipped my hat at saying that I might attend. It wasn’t as if I had anything better to do. Jem was still fresh on my mind, and I wanted some sort of distraction from everything I’d learned about the Morgans. A party would give me a chance to be tongue and cheek with some of my favorite (and least favorite) people. Not to mention Apex seemed to have thought of everything, from having security to making it very much an exclusive event.

I don’t need to bother so much in dressing up, for whom was I trying to impress? I had so far rebuffed any attempts to date and become entangled with that sort of mess. My parents were still pressuring me to find someone suitable, but I’d yet to share with them the difficult snag in their plan to marry me off to someone wealthy in that I wasn’t looking for a young lady. That was still something I tried to keep quiet. I was still trying to figure it out anyway, but most signs indicated that none of these lovely ladies piqued my interest. Apex was much more interesting than the lot of them, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think that was anything more than a silly daydream. Instead I’d sip on champagne and join the rest of the “Frat Pack” in whatever trouble it was we’d be getting into this evening.

I’d always liked his home even if it wasn’t the largest estate in district one. He had a way of decorating with color—an old world sort of glamor—that I appreciated. As I made my way along the hall an dusted off my tux, I took note of the usual faces. I spotted Apex in the midst of conversation with a girl I barely recognized—Desmina, Dora—oh, it was Dia something-or-other. And made my way towards them. There was no time like the present to throw myself into another venture. He stepped forward and away, ever the gracious host, to find another girl to talk to. He can’t stay still for a minute! I moved to give Apex a good pat on the back as I swung around to face them. I heard talk of the games and grinned.

“Rhen Rutherford, sweetheart. Did I hear you talking about the games, Apex? My money is on one of the upper districts this year,” I say as I nod to Apex and stare at a girl with whom I was unfamiliar. The games were all I ever thought about besides training for the games, though I had to admit that this year’s just wasn’t playing out the way that I thought it would. “But at the very least that one—Noreen I think—she’s gone, so people can finally stop crying about her. I mean, come on, did anyone think that she had a chance against Jae? Granted, Stark will go all the way if there’s seven days in a week. Not that I meant to interrupt you all.” I could go on for hours about the games, in fact, it’s the only thing that seemed to keep my attention anymore. Besides, this party was ~~too full of girls~~ just beginning, and something interesting was bound to happen after a few more drinks.

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