Thread Roulette: Dance Quirks

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Leonardo Charter, RC Manne, Jalen August, and Aki Welland all show up at a one of the student dances, just to dance and to have a good time.

Rules: Each one will be PM'd shortly with a strange quirk or identity. While keeping as much in-character as they can, they must express that quirk. They are not allowed to say what the quirk is, but once one of the others has identified it, they're allowed to leave.

[Aki Welland]

She walked slowly into the auditorium letting the rush of jumbled voices fall across her ears and mind. I was a sound like silk, happiness emanating from all the people around. These little student dances were very nice, a sort of soothing break from the general mayhem of Hammel. her outfit was dark colors, beautiful against her drk skin. The dress was a soft red fabric, the leggings letting her skin show through. All together she was very happy with the effect.

Of course, the fact that everyone in the room was the enemy did go through her mind. She couldn't let any of them capture her, oh no. No amazonian woman would ever let themselves get that low. Inside she recognized the people, even wanted to call some of them friends, but that really wasn't the case. Seeing as she couldn't just fly awy to do justice she would have to settle with figuring out what was happening here.

A smile curved across her lips, eyes littering at the challenge. This would be fun.

[Jalen August]

School dances were overrated. You couldn't get away with drinking, and there wasn't the thrill of potentially being caught. If you went, it was because you could, and there was nothing special about it. Why Jalen was in such a bitter mood didn't make any sense. Maybe it was because she felt as though she were drunk, the state of mind she was in. One minute she was showering and the next she was at the dance, confused and irritated. She didn't remember putting on the short purple dress she was now wearing, and she touched her face to make sure this wasn't all a dream.

She approached the table with various colored punches and poured herself a cup, cringing at the bitterness of the drink. "Could they have put any more powder in this?" Jay asked, shaking her head. Next time, she would bring her own spike for the punch.

Looking around, she didn't see anyone she knew, and decided now would be the time to make friends. Before she could even take one step, she was propelled back to when she was getting ready, the crystal drop necklace on her neck vivid in her mind as she recalled, when she couldn't before, putting on the strapless dress. Still, it was different from simply remembering the action, it was like she was reliving that which she couldn't remember.

Holding her temple, Jalen leaned against the punch table and looked down at the red liquid in her cup, cringing. "Maybe someone did spike this stuff..." She commented to no one in particular, offering a forced smile to anyone who was near by. Maybe they would have something witty to say to cheer her up.

[RC Manne]

RC didn’t like dances really. He wasn’t that great a dancer, he got nervous so easily. And then there were the side effects. Excess sweat plus a nice suit? Not so much. Definitely not sexy. He wished Reggie had decided to come with him, at least then he would at least know with whom to socialize. She was already way better at that.

He couldn’t find his usual group of guys (by group, I mean two-ish) or gals (and by that I mean none) and so hung in a sort of melancholy fashion near the drinks table. RC managed a hesitant smile at a fellow student, crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest.

OoC:: Ugh. Short. And Late. Sorry guys!

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