//'Cause I'm Under Your Spell- {Morgana}

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//'Cause I'm Under Your Spell- {Morgana} Mar 8, 2012 21:03:17 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Mar 8, 2012 21:03:17 GMT -5

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Verre clapped her hands as the song ended, and with vain, powerful movements, the DJ took a bow, his arm to his stomach, his other arm in the air. He almost acted like a king bowing down and just beginning to command his kingdom. The DJ almost was considered a king; everybody that was a regular to the raves knew the guy (who they called Puzzle, of which he took to spelling like Puzzl3) and fell in love with the man and the selections he picked. It was all danceable music and was always entertaining to listen to even if the ravers weren’t on the illuminated floor ~~and were influenced by six of the customary pills that were always served at the bar at the very far side of the room. Apparently, ecstasy makes music all the more enjoyable.~~ They were all songs that were known and unknown, heard of and unheard of, and every once in awhile, the DJ himself would mix a song or two.

The crowd claps towards the DJ, who speaks into his microphone to tell the people on the dancefloor he was going to take a break, which he knew allowed people to go to the bar, have a few drinks and pop some candy-looking pills and then get back on the dancefloor. Everybody gives the DJ the thumbs up and spread out, some people heading to the bar to get some alcohol or pills, and the people that believe in P.L.U.R.R spread out and go and talk to people about their costumes or to trade bracelets or just socialize in general. Verre weaves her way from the front of the crowd to the bar, her thumbs hooked into the straps of her cupcake bag and moved her track sneakers that she had covered with rainbow leggings across the room to the bar. She usually didn’t drink too much, maybe a couple of bottles every once in awhile

Almost as soon as her shorts hit the stool in front of the bar, the bartender instantly asks if she wants the usual, to which she blatantly nods to, and before she knows it, Verre has a bottle of Reverse blended whiskey in front of her, which she instantly brings to her lips (but only before she realized she had her blinking pacifier in, which she took out and then sipped at). Putting her foot along the bottom railing, she lackadaisically kicked her feet to the sides and the chair flipped to the side so that she could observe her surroundings through a rainbow colored veil of hair.

With a neatly plucked, thin eyebrow raised curiously, she looked down the way of the bar, glancing over the people as they almost ritualistically placed bright pieces of heavenly candy with different shapes carved into them on their tounges and then breathe in slowly as if they had just come back to life. For some ravers, just being there made them come back to life after some of them had to deal with the stress of school/work/life in general. It was a place where they could dance and have fun and just be themselves. It was the place where Verre could wear tutu’s and draw a rainbow line across her face and be free from her (enjoyable) job as a track and field director.

As she turned around to the front of the bar, placing her elbows on the table, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure take a seat in the stool next to her, and so she, as any natural human being would do, turned her blue eyes towards the raver who sat next to her. Her eyes fell upon a girl with rainbow hair, just like Verre’s, except for the fact the rainbow hair was all in her hair and not just in one small section. Perking her eyebrows a little bit, she scanned her up and down, her eyes falling upon her arms which, as any natural person at a rave would, were chock loaded with handmade bracelets. Verre was the type that liked rainbow Kandi bracelets and would always want to trade in some old regular green or yellow bracelet for the rainbow bracelets.

Tapping the girl on the shoulder, her obnoxious, perky self launched into a million different topics at once. “Oh my gosh, I love your hair, I like rainbows too. And your rave outfit is so nice and energetic, my outfits are so underdone, but raves are just about being yourself, so I don’t care too much. And I love your Kandi, would you like to trade your rainbow bracelet for one of mine?”

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Ally: obviously the B, R, I, K, N, O, P, and E, are silent, and it's pronounced "Fabulicious."

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//'Cause I'm Under Your Spell- {Morgana} Mar 11, 2012 11:23:09 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Mar 11, 2012 11:23:09 GMT -5

Galaxy Exsaedia

I'm so confused by what I have and what I want,
But I can't stand alone without your help.

She had never been to a rave before. The only reason she had come tonight was because her friend had begged her to. They'd prepared their outfits together hours earlier, flinging clothes out of their enormous closets in search of the perfect shirt. Still, Galaxy didn't think she quite measured up next to her friend. Galaxy had never been one to worry about fitting in, but she was still a bit concerned that she would stand out. She wasn't afraid of trying new things, but she did want to look like she belonged. Her friend had convinced her to dye her hair back into rainbow shades, though Galaxy had to admit it hadn't taken much coercion. She loved dying her hair, and was growing tired of the same old light blue she'd had for months now.

Before heading out the door, the friends shoved multitudes of vibrantly-colored bead bracelets on their wrists. The colors matched Galaxy's hair, but burned with a more lasting permanence. She loved the vibrancy of it. She considered wearing the bracelets all the time, before realizing they would cover her tattooed wrists. Every year, she tattooed the name of a Hunger Games tribute she was rooting for on each of her wrists. This year, they proudly displayed the names of Avon Lightwood and Julian Bryze. She had almost put Lightning's name on instead of Avon's, but had changed her mind at the last minute. After Lightning had died, she got a lightning-shaped tattoo on her right ankle. She'd liked that girl, and had been sad to see her die so early on. Since her parents had first allowed her to get tattoos when she was fourteen, Galaxy had gotten the names of each year's Victors inked across her shoulder blades. Topaz Ross, Heron Kimberling, Lethe Turner, and Mace Emberstatt were all there. After the 60th Games were over, she'd add the newest Victor too, and get the tattoos on her wrist removed, wiping the slate clean for the next Games.

Once Galaxy and her friend reached the rave, the pair were buzzing with excitement. Her friend couldn't stop gushing about the last rave she'd been to, and Galaxy was bouncing on her toes in eagerness to get in. Galaxy turned down the white pills offered to them at the door, wanting to remember the bright lights and colors as they were, without any help from drugs. She'd paint this later, as she did all the beautiful things she saw. She threw herself now into the music and let herself get lost in the tumble of bodies. People pushed against her and smiled at her and danced with her. She was smiling too, and soon her cheeks began to ache. It was simply perfect.

When there was a break in the music, Galaxy stumbled off the dance floor and went in search of her friend, who had separated from her sometime in the past half hour. She found her, but she was making out with a boy in a corner of the room. Galaxy backed away, not wanting to interrupt. She should have known this would happen. It was typical. Her friend promised her a girl's night out, just the two of them having fun, then ditched her at the first sign of a boy. Sullenly, Galaxy slinked off to the bar and plopped herself down on a stool. She ordered a shot of the strongest stuff they had. It wasn't until the girl beside her spoke that Galaxy realized she was not alone.

A wide smile spread across Galaxy's face as the girl started talking. She seemed energetic and happy. Galaxy loved meeting new people, especially when they were so friendly and full of life, as this girl seemed to be. She felt her dour mood melting away. "Thank you," she said in response to the girl's compliment. "I've never been to one of these before, so I wasn't sure what to wear." She tipped her head back and laughed, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep in her belly. Who cared that her friend had ditched her? She was making a new friend, right here and now. She could survive on her own. "I guess I fit right in!" Galaxy pulled a thick bracelet with several rows of beads on it off her wrist and plunked in on the counter between them. "I'll trade you this one for that bright green one you have."

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//'Cause I'm Under Your Spell- {Morgana} Mar 11, 2012 22:14:01 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Mar 11, 2012 22:14:01 GMT -5

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Verre watched as the girl she had just run her mouth to slap a kandi cuff down on the table, requesting to trade the rainbow row of beads for the light and dark and medium green cuff that she had made a couple of weeks ago out of sheer boredom at the high school when she was waiting for school to be over (as there was only a couple hours left when she came in) so she could do track and field. She remembered she had brought a bunch of elastic string, a needle, and a crap-ton of beads and had kicked back in the teachers’ lounge watching TV as her pale, bony fingers went through the seemingly natural process of threading on beads and tying off certain colors until she finally ran out of beads and looked down to see she had distractedly made a kandi cuff. And then I remember one of the other teachers came in and they stared at me suspiciously for awhile and then she got a soda and left. Classic. Made my day.

Remembering that the girl that had sat next to her was new to the raving scene, she realized that she didn’t know how to trade kandi the proper way, so she began teaching her how to do the little exchange. The way Verre had learned, as there are many different variations of kandi trading, was the way she taught the girl that sat next to her. First, they both made peace signs and touched their index and middle fingers together, signifying the Peace part of P.L.U.R. Then she changed it to curving their four fingers a bit, leaving their thumbs sticking out, making a heart with both of their hands combined to signify Love. After they made a heart, they interlocked their fingers (resembling Unity) and Verre moved the kandi cuff over their fingers and onto the other person’s wrist. Unlocking their fingers, she wrapped the girl in a quick hug, resembling Respect. Verre didn’t bother trying to get the girl to trade the rainbow cuff traditionally; she just eagerly slid it on and did an internal “yes” as she looked at the diagonal rainbow pattern, examining her new cuff like a child who had just received the newest and latest toy.

“Yesyesyes I love it. Thank you for trading so much.” Like any child who obtained a new toy, she played around with the rainbow that was wrapped around her wrist, stretching the string out so that she could see the silver elastic under the beads and under the elastic, her skin. “I dunno why, but I am just obsessed with rainbows. Look in my closet. Rainbows. Rave clothes, like tutus, leggings, shirts, and the line painted over my nose? Rainbows. Awlawd I’m babbling again. Sorry, I’m just really enthusiastic when I’m talking to people so I just run my mouth a lot and I don’t realize I’m doing it.” I’m an idiot, somebody come shoot me please. Running her hand through the bleach blonde part of her hair, she decided to try and get some fuel to change the subject and looked up and down the way of the bar. People were leaned up against the bar, sipping on one alcoholic beverage or another, and Verre took notice of how there wasn’t anybody sitting next to the woman that she had exchanged bracelets with just as there wasn’t anybody sitting next to Verre. Odd, she thought. I think she came alone. That doesn’t happen too often. But then again, I don’t have room to speak. The only reason I’m here is because I was stupid and didn’t look at an address right.

Looking at the girl with curiosity, she lifted one eyebrow, and as was normal for her, she babbled. “Just wondering, but did you come here alone? Cause nobody is sitting next to you, and you’re new, and most new ravers don’t just go alone. Most people have friends that invite them along. But I accidentally walked in here a couple years ago and I was like “wow” and so I’ve been coming here alone ever since, so I’m not gonna think it’s weird if you came alone.” Verre shut herself before she launched into how she had tried to run an errand for her mother, looking down at the paper and matching it up with the wrong address and then stumbling into the place, wondering why everybody was wearing tutus and had pacifiers in their mouths (which she later learned was to avoid the teeth grinding that comes with using ecstasy) and just why is everything so different? Somebody come and sew my lips together before I launch into my life story.