Glittering [OPEN; see note]

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 1, 2012 0:24:48 GMT -5

Post by meg. on May 1, 2012 0:24:48 GMT -5

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced

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And I told you to be kind

nb: This thread is open to careers, or other characters that have a reason for being at the party. To make this thread more fun for all involved, it would be nice if everyone could try and write over 300 words per post. Enjoy!
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IOSANNA BELL

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A Nor-easterly, the forecast had said. It was a lemon-faced wind that found a way to permeate into each nook of the sea-front city, and sharpened the fast-coming rain so it each prick was painful. As she watched the newly budded branches bluster in the gale, for a second she was glad that the party was at her house. Then her thoughts turned to all of the people she was going to have to make contact with, all the people that she had not spoken to since her accident, and suddenly the idea was much more threatening. But the fact that all of those preppy girls in their ridiculously expensive dresses would have to blunder through horrific weather from their cars to her door, that gave her some small form of relief.

Although well insulated, the open-plan house echoed with the wind. The noise was like the grinding of ones teeth, and gave Iosanna gooseflesh behind her ears. In an attempt to mask this- like a sticking plaster on an amputation, Iosanna thought- her parents had put on a music track. Its empty words were yellow, and it tasted like pancakes, for it was a song that had oft been played on a Sunday morning in the summer, through ‘Sanna’s childhood. It did not suit a sour night of her adolescent woes. Had this night been two years ago, then it would have gone swimmingly in tune with her thoughts- harmonizingly, even. Her first Reaping Party had been a joyous affair- many nights had been spent pouring over dresses, her hair and makeup painstakingly perfect, and her excitement painted into fantastic patterns on her fingernails. Oh, but the fact that she was now old enough to go to a party, to get a reputation. Oh, how things had changed. Then, she would have given anything to have a high enough social status to host the ball herself. Oh, the irony. Although twelve months ago, when the host had been chosen, she had that sort of reputation, now she as a nobody, a formality, because tradition insisted that a host, once chosen, must not be changed.

Two years ago, having a custom-made dress would have made her squeal with delight. Now, the slick of beaded green stared at her patronizingly from its hanger, its well-pinned shawl carefully placed so that the dead stump, where an arm once grew, wasn’t completely obvious. Because, let’s face it, no-one wanted to stare at such an ugly disability, least of all Iosanna Bell. The choice, however, was not hers. It was stuck with her for good, highlighting it’s presence in her world in every fleeting moment that she lost, every moment that she would once have used to her benefit.

Roughly, she pulled on the dress, caring not as the material crumpled in pain. Turning to the mirror, she looked at herself but for a moment. It was a big step for her. Her own face had almost faded for a moment, but it took a breath to retrieve it. Her own face, her own stupid face glared back at her, and a full stop on her left arm told her who she really was- a cripple. There was a quaver in her pelvis- nought but an eyelashes’ fall, or a purse of the lips- that fought so bad to be the Career girl she once was. The naïve, stupid girl who really believed that social status mattered and that life was beautiful and forever. All too soon, she had been taught that forever did not exist. Infinite was but a perception, a phrase used by scientists and romantics- those who did not really know how the world worked. She was not that girl any more. And tonight’s social occasion would prove that, she was so sure of it- almost infinitely sure of it. But not quite.

The darkness had hungrily dissolved the city, turning the wintery greys into blacks. Fifteen minutes, and the guests would be arriving. Not that Iosanna cared. But still, she slipped into the marble-clad bathroom to lighten her face with make-up. Had she been watching a movie of herself, she would have scoffed- this character had been so adamant that she did not care about impressing any of the invitees tonight. But something deep down really wanted to show them that there was still a small part of her life that was beautiful- even if it was a part that Iosanna did not currently know.

And, indeed, Iosanna did not know of all the beauty in her life.

And now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches

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Last Edit: May 1, 2012 0:25:21 GMT -5 by meg.

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 2, 2012 10:47:04 GMT -5

Post by laphae8ash on May 2, 2012 10:47:04 GMT -5

It wasn't even like I really knew the girl, Iosanna Bell, but I knew her story (the whole getting her arm chopped off thing kinda freaked me out a bit) and this was her year to host the party, and when I say the party I mean The Party Of The Year. There was no way I was missing out. I was finally 16 and old enough to be in the "in crowd" even though I had been hanging out with most of them for the past two years. Granted most the girls hated me, Jealous B--ches, but it was probably with good reason.

See, I have this bad habit of...wanting what isn't mine, and a worse habit of taking it. Boys, were one of those things. SO more than a few times I had taken a boy or two who didn't belong to me. It wasn't that I was mean girl...I mean even though I am...its more that I wanted to feel important. Boys made me important. They made me feel like I was as good as those Careers. Deep down I know I"m just another trophy for them to win.

That's why I take my time getting ready. Each step of the processes done with careful perfection, though its pointless, I'll just be a drunken mess by the end of the night, from my hair to my toes. All of it matched and polished, shined and colored. My pink silk and satin dress pleated and pressed to hug the curves I was lucky to own. Lifting and pushing the swell in the front to gravity defying levels, hugging my bigger than average hips. The dress just barely brushing the middle of my thigh. This was an attention grabbing dress for sure.

Adding the final coat of lip gloss I smiled into the mirror. Maybe Beck would be there, I'd had him on my radar for a while...or Casl he was a little to harsh for my taste, but a Career none the less. Maybe I could teach him a thing or two about being coy...Or who knows there maybe a few of the other guys I'd been watching. Alaric wasn't too bad either, though he was Beck's best friend...hmmmm.... It really didn't matter who was there, I knew I'd find someone to keep me entertained for the night and that's all that really mattered. Tossing my gently curled hair over my shoulder. I headed down the stairs.

"Daaaaddy!" my voice rings through our house. I wanted to make sure I looked good enough for his approval. Granted he wasn't my real dad, he was my adoptive father. My real parents were dead beats, they couldn't handle a firecracker like me. However, my new parents, they spoil me rotten. I get anything and everything I could need and they spare no expense when it comes to my happiness. Its one of the benefits of being the daughter of two of the best pearl cultivators and divers in the District.

"Daaaaaddy! Where are you!" I stomp my foot and groaned as I finished walking down the staircase to the main floor. Searching the kitchen and living room I find him relaxing in an arm chair. "Daddy! There you are!" hugging him for a second I stand back and do a pirouette. "What do you think? Its just perfect daddy! Thank you!" I don't even wait for his response, I know I look amazing and even if he has a problem with the cleavage or cut I'm not changing.

Suddenly I realize something. Its POURING outside. Buckets of rain splash down from the sky and my eyes widen as I run my hands over my meticulously coiffed hair, Are you kidding me?! Thank god I don't have to walked. Then a smirk crossed my face at the thought of the other less fortunate girls who would look a mess walking in. At least I had a chance.

I ran back upstairs grabbing a charcoal and silver poncho tossing it over my shoulders and trying my best not to mess up my hair. Though its going to be hell to run to the car in these heels...I glanced back at the comfortable flats in my closet and then back in the full length mirror. Clenching my jaw I cursed the tiny five feet three inches of height I was given. If I didn't stick to the heels I'd hardly reach the boys chests and shoulders. So with a pout I headed back down.

"Daddy! I'm ready!" The drive wasn't far, but with the storm blowing outside it too a few extra minutes. The lightening flashed a few times and gave me the goose pimples. This night had a lot riding on it. This was my first party and I wanted to make an impression, I wanted to find someone who could hold my attention for more than a few days, I wanted to find someone who could make daddy happy...and I'm sure a booze filled mixer was just the way to start.

Pulling into the drive I could tell I was one of the first here, which was not intentional by any, I liked being a bit late. It was probably due to the rain. Waiting a few more minutes, no one else showed up. I had a bit of a temper tantrum in the back, I didn't want to be there first one there! and Daddy laughed telling me to have fun, be safe, and that he had to get home. I tied the poncho over my head a bit tighter and took a deep breathe before opening the door and making a mad dash towards the front of the house. Thank god I didn't slip but the rain water did splash up soaking my shoes and feet. Under the over hang of the front door I pushed the door bell and waited shivering in the wind.

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Last Edit: May 2, 2012 11:32:48 GMT -5 by laphae8ash

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 2, 2012 18:27:14 GMT -5

Post by Minerva on May 2, 2012 18:27:14 GMT -5

"Piper! Just what do you think you're doing? You only have ten minutes before you need to leave with your brothers for the party! What do you mean do you have to go? Attendance is mandatory for all Kiehls. Now get up to your room and get ready. Don't you complain. Oh, and Piper dear, I left a little something special on your bed."

Piper let her hand glide along the polished wood banister on her way upstairs. The Kiehls had plenty of money tucked away, so they could afford whimsical luxuries like that. As she climbed the beautiful old stairs, Piper could still hear her mother's voice ringing through their moderately sized house. But what bothered Piper wasn't her mother's nagging, it was that last sentence: Oh, and Piper dear, I left a little something special on your bed. That bit had been too sweet. No, Piper was not going to like whatever was waiting for her in her room.

When she reached the landing, Piper turned reluctantly towards her bedroom. Tenative as she turned the knob, the young girl peeked through the open doorway as though a monster might lie in wait on her bed. What greeted Piper made her think that perhaps she would have prefered the monster. At least I would know what to do with that. Towering from Piper's sheets was an unruly, massive, glittering mess of blue fluff. Or her mother's idea of a beautiful party dress. Piper sighed. Her mother couldn't possibly have thought she would wear that. She set it aside and turned to her closet. I'll just wear one of my other dresses. Piper really hadn't given much thought to the party, or what she would wear, unless it was to dread the prospect of being forced to spend so much time with other careers. But she still didn't want to look like an idiot. She wanted to look like an educated person. Piper began to sort through her other dresses. A simple A-Line gently decked in rosy lace, a pale blue and orange shift wrapped with a thin hemp belt, a gray tent dress trimmed in yellow...and something hidden in the back of her closet that she had never seen before. Piper pulled out the carefully covered dress and laid it on her bed. There was only one person this could be from. Ripping off the covering with a newly awoken interest, Piper finally unveiled the new dress. A white empire dress, ending just above the knee, embroidered with silver and little bits of freshwater pearls. Not the real things, but then, this dress already far exceeded what the Kiehls could pay. And that was saying something. Oh, thank you Daddy. Piper put on the dress quickly and turned to look in her little mirror. Intelligent, Innocent, Individual. She looked like herself. This was exactly what she needed to go face a whole bunch of ignorant, drunk, slutty-No. Misguided and lost careers. I have got to stop borrowing from Nereus's vocabulary. He's such a bad influence.

"Piper! PIIIIIIIIIPEEEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!!! Are you ready!? You need to leave! You're going to make Triton and Nereus late!"

Well we wouldn't want that would we? Piper grabbed a change of clothes and stuffed them into her bag. You can never be too prepared. She dashed down the stairs, past her gaping mother, and out the door...into the middle of a storm.

The three youngest Kiehls were walking through the storm to the Bell's house. Well actually, Triton and Piper were walking, Nereus was running as far ahead as he could. Probably doesn't want to be seen with us. Piper thought. Suddenly Triton began to talk as if he could read her thoughts. "Kind of pathetic isn't he?"

Piper shrugged,"He's always been that way. Big macho career and he's afraid of his younger siblings."

"To be more accurate he's 'afraid of what we'll do to his stellar reputation.'" Triton said the last part in their brother's haughty tone and the pair of them burst into laughter. When there was a pause, Triton resumed on a different topic. "So where'd you get it, Pipe? The dress I mean. Last I checked, mother had something hideous picked out for you."

"Well she did. But I'm not wearing it, so where do you think this came from?" Piper raised her eyebrows questioningly.

Triton sighed. "Dad I guess." Piper smiled and nodded. Then she looked away. But Triton continued in a much quieter voice. "You're his favorite you know-" Fortunately just then a giant gust of wind came through so Piper could pretend she hadn't heard. It always made her uncomfortable when her brothers said stuff like that. Instead, she went skipping off in the rain. "C'mon Trit! I'll race you the rest of the way!"

Even with the headstart, Piper arrived at the Bell's last. She wasn't exactly agile on the ground. Nereus had already disappeared inside, but Triton was waiting for her. "Beat you." He shot out smugly at her approach.

"No way," Piper replied, "I ran a longer route than you to enjoy the rain."

Triton just ruffled her drenched hair. She really didn't care. She would dry off inside and toss her hair up in some sort of bun. Piper slapped her brother's hand good naturedly and rang the doorbell.

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 3, 2012 15:10:09 GMT -5

Post by cmac on May 3, 2012 15:10:09 GMT -5

Casl grunted in frustration as he tried to reach the back of his collar. This is hopeless. He hated dress shirts. In fact, he hated dress clothes; they were impractical and none were designed to fit him. They were tight as they could be around his broad chest and shoulders, held a strangle hold around his stuff neck, and we're baggy at his proportionally narrow waist. "Mom!" Casl called out, knowing that he needed help if he was going to manage to out on the outfit she chose out for him. He immediately heard her small, quick footsteps in the hallway as she scurried to his room like a hen. Clearly his mother had been waiting for him to call, she knew him too well. She found him with his belt undone, pants half falling off, shirt partially unbuttoned, and Casl with his arms awkwardly grasping behind his head and stretching the threads of his shirt to their limit. "Casl what are you doing? I left you here an hour ago to get ready!" Casl had procrastinated with getting dressed, but most of the delay came from him battling to fit into unfamiliar clothes. "It's these stupid clothes mom!" He sounded like a child, easily frustrated with things that didn't come easy to him. "Don't blame the clothes honey. Sit down." Her instructions were short and to the point, but not harsh. She needed him to sit so that she could even each his collar. The next few minutes were a whirlwind of Casl's mother fixing his collar, shirt, hair,and tying his tie.

She stepped back to admire her handiwork: there stood her son Casl, perfectly put together in black slacks, shoes, belt, and a solid red shirt that was not bright, but not subtle. "It's a power color" Casl remembered the man telling him when he had gone to buy the shirt. Indeed, Casl was the image of power, towering above almost anyone, and with the size to match his height, his physique strained the fine clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror liking what he saw, but not how it felt. He was constricted, it was difficult to move and to even breathe. His mother gave him the obligatory "be safe and make good decisions" lecture for a minute as he made his way to the door. He gave her a hug and then leaned down to kiss her cheek "Love you too mom, I'll be back tonight." With that, he grabbed an umbrella and jacket and left out the door into the rain.

Thank goodness district 4 is good at water-proofing everything. Casl thought silently to himself as he made it through the storm, following the directions his mother had carefully written for him. Casl would not survive day-to-day life without her.

Casl preferred walking wherever he went; it was peaceful. It was a chance for him to slow down the pace of things. The steady sound of the rain was soothing, though he much preferred it when he was inside so he made sure to quickly make his way to Iosanna's house. Iosanna. Casl had remembered her being chosen to host the party, it had seemed... Inappropriate. Sure, she came from a well-off family and it was not unfeasible for her to host it, Casl just thought the last thing she would want would be to be surrounded by Careers again. No one had seen her for years since her accident. Nonetheless, protocol dictated she would host the party, and so she did. Poor girl. Casl pitied her; he couldn't help it. If Casl were in her position, he would have lost what had given his life purpose. Accidents happened, sure, but Careers did their best to not talk about it. Casl was conflicted, part of him wanted to talk to her, to tell her he is sorry for what happened to her, to meet the girl he would have no doubt have gotten to know if her accident never happens. At the same time, part of him wanted to avoid her, evade the awkwardness, hide from her. She was a walking emblem mortality, a reminder to Casl of how vulnerable he was; that was something he didn't like to admit. Unsure of what he would do if he met the girl, he continued to her home.

Casl's eyes followed the addresses on the buildings around him as he neared his destination.
Splash-splash-splash.
Casl heard the footsteps before the saw who they belonged to. It was a pair, a boy and girl who were both running in the same direction he was. The boy was first to stop, followed by the small girl when Casl realized that they had stopped at the same location he was headed. I guess I'm here.

When he approached the door, he noticed that their clothing should have been a dead giveaway that they were in their way to the party: she was wearing an expensive-looking dress and the boy was dressed like Casl. He turned to see another figure waiting in the doorway, and his heart skipped a beat. You again. She looked breathtaking. Then again, Casl couldn't help but stare whenever he saw her: it was Rosalita, and she always made sure to draw stares wherever she went. Casl couldn't quite greet her as a friend though: every interaction they had was charged. They both had strong personalities, and though there was clear sexual tension between the two, they had managed to clash with each other in the past. Once Casl's eyes had finished taking in all there was to enjoy, he wondered how she had gotten invited. She's not a Career... Hasn't stopped her before though. Casl made the connection that if there was somewhere that girl wanted to be or someone ah wanted to meet, she didn't have much trouble making it happen. His mind returned to the present, and Casl hoped he wasn't caught staring. Wouldn't be the first time, he thought to himself. Casl was not known for subtlety. He surveyed the group in the doorway before decided to knock on the door with one of his huge hands, making his presence known to the people both inside and outside the house. Three dull thud's resonated as he waited for his night to begin. "Let's get this party started"

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 4, 2012 16:12:45 GMT -5

Post by nickg419 on May 4, 2012 16:12:45 GMT -5

"Beck, you got fifteen minutes to get your ass outta this house before I kick you out myself!" My dad was such an asshole. Yeah, like he'd be able to make me do anything. Maybe back in the day it would've been a fair fight, but now all the booze and drugs have really slowed him down. He didn't scare me in the least, along with pretty much anyone else. Honestly, I could stay in the house as long as I wanted to and he wouldn't do anything. He knew better. Still, I was ready to go to this party. It was the biggest party of the year, so of course I had to be there. What was a career party without the best career in the district? Besides, pretty much every fine girl in District 4 would be at this party, so I wouldn't miss it for the world. Also, I didn't want to be here for one of my dad's parties that he was getting ready to throw. The sight of a bunch of drunk, old, hairy men trying to hook up with girls way out of their league really annoyed me. I swore if I ever caught my dad or any of his friends with a girl anywhere near my bed, or even my room for that matter, I would slit their throat.

It was time to get ready, so I slipped out of bed and into my bathroom. I stepped in the shower and input all the directions of what temperature, washing speeds, and soaps to use. In five minutes I was out, instantly dried by the full body dryer beside my shower. I brushed my hair with my usual side-spiked bangs, adding a little gel, and brushed my teeth. Then I walked back into my room and pressed the button on the wall beside my bed. A section of the wall spun around, revealing my closet. My dad was a very successful businessman who dealt in the boating industry, so we had things like revolving walls and hands-free showers. I picked a blue shirt, brown suit, and a blue and brown tie, and I put them on. I sprayed some cologne and looked in the mirror, and all I could think was damn, I looked good.

I met up with my dad at the bottom of the stairs. I could tell just by his look but mostly by his smell that he had already been drinking. Then again, when wasn't he drinking? "You better not be home anytime tonight. The guys are gonna be here all night, so don't bother showing up until morning." Wow, what a responsible parent. It didn't bother me, since I had pretty much raised myself. "Whatever dad. Where's my alcohol so I can get outta here? I'd hate to be here when your little whores show up."

He pointed to the garage so I figured it was in the fridge out there. I grabbed the bottle of liquor and case of beer and loaded it into my car. Should be enough for me and a friend for the night. I jumped in my car and zoomed off, backing out of my driveway on two wheels. Then I floored it and shot down the street. I loved my car. It was called a Nightwing Z7X, the fastest car ever made. It was a prototype from the Capitol that my dad got from a business partner. It was almost impossible to find anywhere but in the Capitol.

It wasn't long before I was at the house. I didn't even know the girl, not even her name. I just knew this was where the party was. Maybe she was hot, but then again I already had my target on mind. Rosalita Ramos I'm sure would be there, so the chances of getting some action were looking good. Sure enough, when I got to the door, she was there, along with a few others, shivering in the gusting wind and rain. Good thing I had a nice raincoat. When I saw one of the others, my blood boiled a little. Casl Warren. I should've known he would be here, but still his presence annoyed me.

Ignoring Casl, I tapped Rosie on the shoulder. "Why I am not surprised to see you here, and looking so good."

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 5, 2012 14:42:06 GMT -5

Post by Minerva on May 5, 2012 14:42:06 GMT -5

Piper looked away from the house and into the storm. The rain was really beginning in earnest now. Piper could barely see a few feet off the covered porch. It came down in torrents, demanding respect, but soothing in its own right. Some things in nature are just like that: they command your respect, but can also be your greatest comfort. Like a thunderstorm, or the sea, Piper reached down and stroked the damp fabric of her dress. Or my father.

Piper turned back to the crowd on the porch. Five figures, two girls and three boys. The girl was short. If height was all there was to a person, the girl could have been Piper's age. But height isn't all there is to a person, and this girl was set apart by her sensual good looks and insanely curvy figure. Piper looked around, clearly she wasn't the only one who had noticed. The two boys, tall and realtively handsome, couldn't seem to peel their eyes away from this girl unless it was to glare at each other. And the girl, she was working it; she knew she was the center of attention. If the mood on the porch had a color, it would be red. The passion radiating from the two boys, the subtle seduction emanting from the girl, the embaressment which was so obviously overcoming Triton. Yes, the emotions on the porch were scarlet against the striking grey backdrop of the rain's fury.

She smiled lightly to think of poor Iosanna (that's what Nereus had said the girl's name was) inside. She must be scrambling to answer the door by now, we've knocked and rung several times. And she'd get out here only to find...this. Well, I guess that's what she'd want. Drama is the most essential element of a successful Career party.

Diverting her attention back to the porch, Piper realized the inevitable: this was beginning to get uncomfortable. Piper had known she would have to put up with a bunch of older careers whose interest in the opposite gender would only be exceeded by their interest in themselves. But frankly, she hadn't expected it to begin this early. The porch was already crowded, and more careers would soon arrive. Looking carefully around at the others, Piper took in her situation. Those boys wouldn't notice if someone threw a spear at them right now. The girl...she might see, but I doubt she'd say anything, she's to interested in her little enterprise over there. Triton won't notice. Piper smiled. Her brother really was embarresed, he was staring pointedly at his toes.

I can't deal with this any longer. I'll just slip in and stake out a small corner somewhere for the evening. And just like that, Piper slipped silently through the unlocked front door and into Iosanna Bell's home.

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 9, 2012 1:51:10 GMT -5

Post by romeo on May 9, 2012 1:51:10 GMT -5

Victor opens the door as he returns from his daily jog. "Pops, I'm goin out. Won't be back until after midnight."

The house is silent.

Victor raises an eyebrow. That's odd... Normally, he makes some kind of drunken insult when I speak to him. He checks the house, but his father is nowhere in sight. He shrugs. Maybe he went fishing or something? He quickly runs to his room to put on black steel-toe shoes, black khaki pants, and a black dress shirt--which is as formal as he gets. He heads out into the rain.

Upon arriving at the party, Victor notices a bunch of people standing outside in the rain. Today's just full of odd occurrences. He approaches the house. "What's this? You Careers so eager for The Hunger Games that you're actually practicing standing around while waiting for your names to be called?" He makes his way to the door, not being too concerned with whom he bumps into. "Alright, then... I'll play too. I'll be the name-calling person." He gives them a creepy smile. "And may the odds be ever in your favor!" He briefly glances around him, then frowns. "Oh, crap... I musta left that darn bowl with all the names in it at home somewhere. I guess we'll have to skip today's games. Please come back next year." He grabs the doorknob and turns it, then notices the door open slightly. "Hey, look. It's open." He opens the door wider. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm goin inside. Have fun standing around in the rain." He quickly goes inside.

Victor closes the door behind him. "Alright, then... Time to eat!" He glances around. "Where's my free food?" Although he doesn't see any food set out just yet, he does notice a young girl near the corner of the room. Mistaking her for the host, he decides to approach her. "Nice party you got here. Not to be rude or anything, but... When were you planning on serving the food? Oh, and by the way." He steps back to openly admire her figure. The wet fabric of her dress does such a great job at revealing her body that she might as well be naked. "Nice dress." He smirks teasingly. "I just love how it clings to your angelic features."

Last Edit: May 11, 2012 0:01:52 GMT -5 by laphae8ash

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 14, 2012 15:41:05 GMT -5

Post by Minerva on May 14, 2012 15:41:05 GMT -5

Piper crept inside; Nereus was nowhere in sight. Neither was the hostess. The house was beautiful, exactly what one would expect from a wealthy career family. Although the whole feel was familiar to Piper it all still set her on edge. Reminded her of home. They say home is where the heart is. I suppose that the heart can't always be in the home. The place was too-too-rich? snobbish? She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew this "career feel" when she was in its prescence. Piper made for the bathroom, vaguely aware of the smell of appetizers cooking in the kitchen. But as the young career crossed the hall, she passed in front of a deliciously tempting chair. She had meant to dry off in the bathroom, but this particular chair looked so lovely: a big armchair, faded blue, smelled like the sea. And the run, the rain, the darkness of the evening, the tension on the porch, Piper was suddenly overwhelmed by how exhausted she was. She realized for the first time that she was shaking like a wet little dog, her arms were covered in goose bumps. Piper gave in and collapsed into the chair. It was worth it-she allowed herself to become one with its soft warmth. She dozed off.

"Alright, then... Time to eat!"

Piper jerked awake. There was a tall boy, dark haired, with cocky eyes and a selfish smile. She turned away in the chair, curling into a tighter ball. Please don't notice me. If Piper thought she could will him away, it didn't work. She heard his heavy footsteps as he approached her little fortress. Just go away, just go away.

"Nice party you got here. Not to be rude or anything, but... When were you planning on serving the food?"

Piper turned back towards the intruder to try to explain that she wasn't the hostess when the boy began again.

"Oh, and by the way, nice dress. I just love how it clings to your angelic features."

Piper's whole face glowed a humiliating shade of scarlet. She looked down at her soggy dress and realized that the rain had made it completely see-through. As those wicked eyes roved across her girlish frame, Piper felt a very different kind of goosebump creeping up her arms. Like how she felt when her leg got caught in the slimy seaweed, or when she accidently stepped on a jellyfish. Except, somehow, worse. She felt violated, she didn't know how to react. She looked around for the hostess, or maybe Triton, even Nereus. But no one made an appearance, so instead she began to stutter out, "I'm not-" She cleared her thoat, her voice was barely audible. "I'm not Iosanna. I don't know-the food-please-" This wasn't working. He hadn't averted his eyes, he had hardly even noticed her speaking. She decided to take a page out of Nereus's book. Mustering all her strength, she forced her voice into the most confrontational tone she could manage. "Stop it. Who the heck are you?"

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 15, 2012 0:56:11 GMT -5

Post by romeo on May 15, 2012 0:56:11 GMT -5

The presumed hostess blushes deeply as Victor's statement informs her of how visible her figure is. "I'm not- I'm not Iosanna. I don't know-the food-please-"

Victor smiles, somewhat amused at the girl's shyness. What an odd way to introduce herself? So, she's not Iosanna. There's like over a thousand possible names she could have. Does she really want me to guess?

Suddenly, the not Iosanna becomes annoyed and scolds him for enjoying her features too openly. "Stop it. Who the heck are you?"

Victor smirks, happy to see he's making the hostess so uncomfortable that she's being snappy with him. "Sorry." He says, even though he isn't even close to regretting his actions. "I've never seen a girl this revealing before, especially one so young. And I must admit I like what I'm seeing." He teases, hoping to anger her into hitting him. There are few things as enjoyable as talking a pretty girl into being violent. Besides, she's so young that nothing she could possibly do will hurt much anyway. The groin may sting a bit. But the look on her face is definitely worth it. And if she does resort to such actions, I may use them to make her feel guilty at a later time."But, if it bothers you so much..." He gets down on one knee, grabs the sides of her shirt without any warning, pulls the dress away from her body, and lets it go. Now that the dress isn't hugging her as tightly, she is a little less revealing. "There. That should do for now. But it is only a temporary fix. If you stand up, the dress shall eventually cling to you again. You may want to get a towel and wrap it around yourself until your dress dries. And as for your question, I'm no prince charming. Now are you going to tell me your name or shall I just call you Miss Not Iosanna throughout the duration of this party?"

Last Edit: May 15, 2012 1:12:08 GMT -5 by laphae8ash

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 15, 2012 15:26:05 GMT -5

Post by Lili Anna on May 15, 2012 15:26:05 GMT -5

Zylona wasn't entirely sure how she ended up at the party at first. She knew that her aunt had wanted her out of the house under the guise of gaining more friends that the gang of brainiacs she normally hung out with, and she wanted her to try out acting like a normal teenager.

"Come on Zylie, have some fun! You're only young once," she'd said, giving the teen a light shove. Don't call me Zylie! Zylona had thought. She hadn't been called that in years, and she acted an awful lot older than the fourteen year old she was. But she held her tongue- her temper didn't get fired up at little things like that. Shed tried protesting and moaning and faking illness, until her aunt told her the real reason why she shouldn't be home that night.

That got Zylona going. She headed upstairs pretty damn fast to the party outfit room. Her aunt being a seamstress, there were always party dresses hanging around that her aunt would lend out to people- for a fee, of course. She pulled out a satiny teal dress, knee length and belted, and threw it across her bed before hopping into the shower. Chances were she would see her parents that night, and there was no way she was gonna let them think she was a pathetic little nerd, even if that was what she was. She had moved on well enough, but it still stung.

Sitting down in front of the mirror, she began to carefully style her hair. She pulled some false white flowers out of the holder and selected the neatest to place behind her ear. She then pulled the bottom most layer of her hair up and plaited it around the rest of her mane, forming a loose sort of ponytail. Hesitating, she pulled the flower back from behind her ear and set it in the centre of the plait. Ok. Hair, check. Next, she looked at the makeup. Slowly, she picked up a mascara wand and raised it to her eye- and threw it back down. It wasn't worth the effort. It was bad enough that she was wearing a padded bra to make sure the dress fit properly. She grabbed the clear lip gloss, applied it lightly and picked up the dress to get changed.

Five minutes later, she was downstairs by the coat closet. Her aunt, having first admired her appearance (Zylona herself had to admit; she did look quite pretty and at least two years older), had offered to drive her.

No, Zylona had said. She was independent now, and it wasn't far to the party anyway. She'd walk. She pulled out a long, waterproof coat that hid her dress entirely. She'd been wearing pumps, but she pulled them off and shoved them in her bag, pulling out some waterproofs instead. She was careful putting the hood up, but instead settled for a white umbrella. It was safer. So, primed for the party, she stepped out of the shop.

The first things she saw were two figures, huddled next to each other on the far end of the road. She walked away from them, sharpish. Just because her aunt had agreed to meet them didn't mean Zylona had to. Her parents were going into her house? She was going out.

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It was freezing. There was no denying that. I was frozen before I was halfway there, but I wasn't going home. I couldn't deal with that. So instead, I did my usual game of naming every species of tree I saw until I was a block from the house. Then, I slipped under the doorway of a shop (I knew the owner, hopefully he wouldn't mind) and pulled off my waterproof shoes, replacing them with the pumps. Checking my reflection one last time, I set out towards the house, more careful now to avoid puddles. I ran up the front steps onto the porch, shivering, and pushed the front door open. A wave of warmth greeted me- I dropped the now closed umbrella and shoved my coat into the nearest cupboard, hoping it was the right one. smoothing down my dress, I surveyed the room.

Casl, Beck and Rosalita were all there. Well, I wasn't getting involved in that again. She irritated me, Beck was a dick and Casl... well, he was nice enough but way too eager-to-please. I couldn't see the host anywhere. The only other people who looked open to conversation were a pair to people huddled in the corner. One of them, the girl, couldn't be older than twelve, but the guy had to be seventeen at least. As he talked to her she looked more and more freaked out. I started towards them, suddenly annoyed at this guy. The girl was clearly upset, and by the looks of it, he wasn't helping. I slowed as I approached them, and avoiding looking at the guy, I asked, "Are you alright?"

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Last Edit: May 16, 2012 10:27:02 GMT -5 by Lili Anna

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 15, 2012 16:28:43 GMT -5

Post by romeo on May 15, 2012 16:28:43 GMT -5

"Oh, look. Mommy's here." Victor immediately looses interest in the young girl. Now that another guest has also taken interest in the child, she is no longer an easy target. He normally would enjoy the challenge of harassing more than one person at once. However, annoying someone his own age may lead to violence--especially at a Career party, and he promised himself he wouldn't kill anyone today.

Victor walks away, not even waiting for the freaked out girl to tell him her name. Not like she would, anyway... I wouldn't even want to tell myself my name. Don't see why anyone else would want me knowing their names either. Besides, Miss Not Iosanna has a nice touch to it. I'm sure I can use it to annoy the hell out of her the next time I find her alone. He searches the house for the appetizers, but can't seem to find any. Whether it's because they aren't out yet or he's just doing a poor job looking for them, he isn't entirely sure.

For better or for worse, Victor stumbles across a bathroom during his fruitless search for food. He grabs a towel, uses it to dry himself off, and discards it to the floor. It then occurs to him that he may have been the only one at this party privileged enough to notice Miss Not Iosanna's revealing attire. Selfish as always and wanting to be the only one with knowledge of Miss Not Iosanna's pleasing figure, he grabs a clean towel and leaves the bathroom.

"Here, Kid." Victor chucks the black towel at Miss Not Iosanna's head as he returns to the awkward company of the two females. He doesn't really care whether the child catches it or simply gets hit in the head. His only concern is getting the towel to her so she can dry off. Whether or not she gets hurt in the process, is not his concern. "Cover yerself up, why don't ya."

Last Edit: May 15, 2012 16:33:40 GMT -5 by laphae8ash

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 16, 2012 17:22:15 GMT -5

Post by Minerva on May 16, 2012 17:22:15 GMT -5

Piper was growing more uncomfortable by the second. She did not want this boy to touch her, she did not like what he was saying, and she did NOT want to tell him her name. She again scanned the room frantically for help. Please, someone, anyone, help me. She looked back at the boy, and she felt trapped, like a fish in a net. But even now Piper was clear headed enough to remember that when a fish gets caught in a net, the best thing they can do is sit still and stop thrashing. This in mind, Piper tried to calm her nerves. It wasn't really working, but at least she might be able to think better. That was when Piper finally caught sight of someone moving across the hall.

"Are you alright?" The girl looked quite pretty, cold, slightly uncomfortable, and very annoyed. Maybe this is finally Iosanna? Piper looked up at the visitor in teal with supplicating eyes, filled with trust and perhaps a few tears. With all her heart Piper tried to show that she was most certainly not alright, but the words just wouldn't come. It didn't matter. With a quick change of focus, the boy pulled away. "Oh, look. Mommy's here."

And then he was gone. Just like that. Piper's head was reeling, and even though the intruder was gone, Piper's whole body still crawled with disgust. She wasn't sure if she wanted the girl in the teal dress to say something or just leave. Piper carefully avoided her gaze, pulling herself together and regaining her favorite feature-logic. OK. Chill out. He's gone. More people are coming and you won't have to see him for the rest of the evening. And I'll tell Pontus when we get home, that way-

SLAP. The world went dark as Piper's head was covered in a tent of luxurious warmth and protection. She couldn't process where the world had gone until she heard that chilling voice again. "Here, Kid, cover yerself up, why don't ya."

Piper slowly removed the towel from her head and wrapped it around her slowly-drying-yet-still-exposing-dress. She looked up dumbly at her company, too unnerved to speak coherently. She just mumbled: "ThankyouMr.NotPrinceCharming." There was only the subtlest tone of sarcasm behind the embaressed words. Oh, she was still afraid, but she was not going to let herself be bullied anymore, not while she had her wits about her, not while she had an ally.

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 17, 2012 2:03:56 GMT -5

Post by romeo on May 17, 2012 2:03:56 GMT -5

Victor notes the sarcasm in Miss Not Iosanna's voice. He smirks in amusement. Why that girl's not one bit thankful for the towel. Fine by me. I didn't get her the towel for her benefit, it was for mine. I don't want any of the other boys seeing her that way. "And that's No Prince Charming." Since she obviously has no interest in my real name... "I never said anything about being a 'Mister' and there's no 'T' in 'no'. Remember that. You're young enough to at least have a few brain cells. I'm sure it shouldn't be too hard to manage." Especially since I'll be sure to remind her every time she gets it wrong.

Without waiting for a response, Victor turns around and walks away. The opinion of the woman in the teal dress means absolutely nothing to him. And he'd rather not hear Miss Not Iosanna's witty response to his comment because he doesn't want to be tempted into harassing her further. Somehow, teasing the poor child wasn't as much fun as he thought it would be. One of the funnest parts of bullying is hitting the victim and listening to her plead for the pain to stop. However, he doesn't want to hurt this one. And he can't use the 'not wanting to cause a fight at the party' excuse either. There's more to it than that. For some odd reason, he finds himself wanting to protect her. To keep her safe from those her would harm her. He rolls his eyes. Yeah? Like that'll ever happen. The only one she needs protection from, is me. Not once does he admit to himself the true reason for his walking away in search of another room. That he somehow feels he is a threat to the young girl and that the only way he could possibly protect her is by keeping his distance. It's not something he'd openly admit, not even to himself.

Victor eventually finds the kitchen and sits at the table. What the hell is wrong with me? First, Rosa. Now, Miss Not Iosanna? He sighs with disappointment. Have I gone soft? I hope I'm not coming down with something. Life is hard enough as it is without catching some weird sickness. That'd be just plain awful. I mean... What would I possibly be if not a bully? It's what defines me! He puts his right elbow on the table, then rests his head upon his hand. Or, is it...? He stares at the table with a blank expression on his face. At least Miss Not Iosanna has no reason to seek him out. It will be easier for him that way.

Last Edit: May 17, 2012 2:08:55 GMT -5 by laphae8ash

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Glittering [OPEN; see note] May 17, 2012 15:05:13 GMT -5

Post by Lili Anna on May 17, 2012 15:05:13 GMT -5

"Oh look, Mommy's here." The prick smirked at the girl before stalking off, not giving me a second glance. Well, good. He was too creepy for me to bother with. I threw a dirty look after him- I had a sneaking suspicion he thought I was a Career... I guess it was well founded, this was a career party, but plenty of teenagers showed up just to have a good time; a wasn't completely sure, but I didn't think Rosalita was a Career. Ah well. It couldn't hurt unless all the Careers decided to have a bust up.

I sat down a plush green chair next to that the girl was on, fiddling with my fingernails as I watched calm herself down. Breathe. Just breathe, I thought- I didn't realise I wasn't speaking. Bad habit. I continued to survey the room. It was well decorated, but not very original. My guess was a housewife had decorated it, trying to be a professional decorator. It was common enough.

"Here kid." A voice snapped me out of my daydream. Oh look who's back. The creepy guy had chucked a towel over the girl. It was helpful, I had to admit, but I couldn't help being suspicious. "Cover yourself up, why don't you." She mumbled out a thank you as the boy stalked off. Now, I'm a patient girl, but there are lines. And I don't get angry, I just get bossy.

I stood up abruptly. Yes, normally I'm quiet, but that's because normally I'm being careful not to anger people by saying a load of stuff in Latin that no one understands. When someone's rubbed me up the wrong way, I don't seem to care that much. Strange that. And I knew that if I sat still much longer then I'd end up telling everyone present they were stupid or something like that and wind up back at home awkwardly avoiding my parents.

"I'm hungry- what about you?" I didn't wait for an answer- the fact that she'd actually said thanks to the guy knocked this girl down a few pegs with me. I walked off towards the kitchen. I grabbed a sausage on a stick and ate it, grabbing a glass of something, I honestly didn't know what. I looked around the kitchen. Steel. Low Carbon. Oak, dyed to look darker. Granite. Hard. I looked out of the window. Oak. Birch, silver. I carried on for about half a minute, before I turned around to face the kitchen again. I was calm, relaxed and in a decent enough mood. Until I saw the weird guy sitting at the table. Man, for a big guy he was pretty damn quiet. He must not have noticed me, because he was staring at the table, looking pretty exhausted. Mentally, not physically. I know what mental exhaustion looks like, and it's a hard place to be, but I wasn't bothered to feel sorry for this guy.

Hesitating for the smallest moment, I walked over and said to him in a low voice, "Just a heads up- if you're gonna be a creep, then stick to people your own age." I felt very small at that point; I'm small enough anyway, I barely hit five feet, but he was big. I stalked off to grab another glass of water and debate whether or not to hit one of his pressure points.

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