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The Coordinator's Wishbone Dinner. It had been a few years since he had attended it, so this should prove interesting. Especially since he would be revealing a certain Pokemon of his that nobody knew he owned. Originally having come with Kanoa and Ronnie, both of them seemed to have quickly ditched him as soon as they arrived, forcing Sable to enter of his own. The terms that only the invited guests of coordinators were allowed in would be an interesting thing to try and get around, certainly. Fortunately for Sable, he was wearing his most favored suit of all, and probably well recognized as well for being who he is with this suit. A pure white suit with long triangular coattails and a red-yellow striped tie, with light grey pants complementing black dress shoes.
His friend, however, was dressed in much simpler attire. Bxcluding the specially tailored black tuxedo coat for his species, Viridian simply wore blue baggy shorts and a tan vest, characteristic of a Lucario. Interestingly enough, due to his species shortness, his coat hung down almost to the ground, but even then it wasn't anywhere near the ground, as Dia had been using Magnet Rise to keep afloat in the air, matching his height almost to Sable's. As they aproached the doors, they were stopped by the man at the front. "Sir, are you here with a coordinator? You cannot come unless-" After a few seconds it finally dawned on him who he was talking to. "Sir Sable Hasan of the Hasan Agency? I didn't think you would be joining us... But, my apologies, however you still need a coordinator to have invited you to enter."
With a sigh, Sable simply responded in a bored tone. "Well, you see, I'm sure you've already seen the star of the recent Summer Festival contest had entered, along with my younger brother. I came with them, but they promptly left me behind.""Er, well, they did come through here a minute ago... I guess... the evidence matches up. You can go on in. Thank you for joining us, Sir Hasan." With that, the man stepped to the side and opened the door, allowing Sable and Viridian inside.
Once inside, he began scanning the area for his brother, but instead what he found was more interesting. Perhaps the last person he expected to see here, judging by what he knew. With some skilled maneuvering through the large crowd - he'd done it before at the very same event - it wasn't long until he made it over to where his cousin was. He wasn't able to make out what the redhead had said, but the man had already walked away by the time Sable reached her table. "Miss Rain, I didn't expect to see you here. Did my sister drag you along because she lacked a date?"
As Hemlock carefully took her seat, she found herself becoming adorned with a light blush at Kanoa's compliment. "Th-thank you, Mister H-Hasan." She stumbled the words out, unable to seemingly get her mouth to do what she desired of it. Before much else could be said on the matter, someone managed to approach from beyond her field of immediate vision, catching her off guard. The chamber maid...? Hemlock could never quite grasp Ronnie. She was always just a tad beyond what Hemlock was capable of understanding; some embodiment of freedom she didn't quite manage to touch, much like how Serenity was some level of beauty just beyond the hex girl's understanding. There was a hint of something within Hemlock stirring again; that feeling of no belonging yet longing to do so. Here she was, surrounded by people that made the environment work for them; Kanoa and Ronnie, with her hair getting plucked away from her twirl; Serenity came with a lovely date, although he had... vanished...?
Speaking of beyond understanding beauty, Hemlock watched with inquisitor eyes as another female ascended to bother Kanoa. Another beauty for Hemlock to compare herself against. Lovely, fair, seemingly made with eyes that were designed by the good lords themselves. She was caught up in trying to figure out how this had happened - how she had landed herself in a pitfall trap of gorgeous people - when her name was brought up. Well, shit, now she was a tad stuck. A polite smile entered onto the stage of her face as her head gave a nod in the older Hasan's direction. Hemlock felt just so very out of it. At least she had Serenity and Ronnie to converse with if all else fai-
Well, she had Serenity. Ronnie decided to go and enjoy the public event of dancing, something Hemlock would rather avoid. It wasn't that she couldn't dance - she was trained in it, after all - but it was that she wouldn't dance. No, it would take convincing to get her to go out. Granted, her meekness was a weakness in this aspect, but... well, luckily she was the kind of person no one would ask.
"S-so..." Hemlock started, eyes glancing about before settling back on Serenity. "H-how have you been? E-Excited for t-tonight...?"
"Eh? Really? I remember mother having to chase you around the house, yelling at you while father, Sable, and I would just roll our eyes. Oh ho ho ho!" If she had a fan right now, Chelsea would totally use it. She then turned to Ronnie and Hemlock and curtsied. "Oh, no, the pleasure's all mine. Kanoa talks about you all the time!" Whether they were good or bad things, though, Chelsea wouldn't say. "He didn't mention how cute you were, though! I must congratulate you both on your win at the Summer-Ah-" She left... Chelsea thought. She then turned to Hemlock. "Hello there, Miss Hemlock! It's a pleasure to meet you, too! I've heard so much about you, too. It's such a shame we haven't been in any contests together, yet." She once again turned to look at Kanoa.
"Of course I bought a date! Who do you think I am?" Chelsea pouted, seeing Rain out of the corner of her eye. "Anyway. She's quite a cute girl, that Ronnie. Reminds me a bit of myself, when I first started. Oh-" Chelsea saw Ryusuke enter. "Excuse me, Kanoa. One of my dates just arrived. I'll see you later!" She waved cheerfully. Chelsea just shined at events like this. It's probably because she just loved being the center of attention.
Chelsea greeted Ryusuke with a smile. "Hello, Ryusuke. I must thank you again for being 'my' date and coming here! A trainer like you must be really busy, after all." She then grabbed his arm. "If you'd come with me, please, I have someone I would like to introduce you to! She's really pretty. In fact, she's just your type!" Chelsea really wanted a fan right now.
When Chelsea found Rain, she was talking to another familiar face, Sable. She would've greeted him as warmly as she greeted Kanoa, but... "Miss Rain, I didn't expect to see you here. Did my sister drag you along because she lacked a date?" "Excuse me?" Chelsea gritted her teeth. " I didn't invite her because I lacked a date, Sable. You really are lucky I'm in a gorgeous and costly dress, and don't have my phone right now." She glared. She then happily turned to Rain. "Lorraine, you look absolutely gorgeous! No need to thank me." She whispered, then pushed her into Ryusuke. "Oh my! I'm dreadfully sorry about that! And as much as I hate to say it, I have to talk with some associates right now... Please, make yourselves comfy! Oh ho ho ho! Brother dearest, won't you come with me?" Chelsea didn't even wait for him to answer, and promptly dragged him off with her. She picked up a napkin and folded it continuously, until it looked like a fan. She put it up to her face and leaned in towards Sable. "Observe, brother. By the time this ball is over, the two will be all lovey-dovey!"
Post by Kanoa Hasan on Nov 26, 2013 10:33:02 GMT -5
@Wish Bone Dinner
Rolling his eyes at his sister’s mockery, Kanoa moved along into introducing his cohorts. He sighed at Chelsea’s address to Ronnie and his gaze once more drifted over to the woman in question. That’s when a question crossed his mind upon seeing his coordinator… What was up with her? She had made a face, one that was clearly nervous and surprised. Was it the sight of Chelsea and her being his sister? He wasn’t sure why that would cause Ronnie’s kind of response, though. If anything, he figured she would have tried to use this kind of connection to her advantage. He let his gaze trail back to Chelsea as she went into her tangent, but his eyes would shoot back to where Ronnie was when the coordinator would take off for the arm of some blond bas—guy. Blond guy.
As she walked off while Chelsea was mid-sentence, Kanoa could only give her a long sideways glance. The flirtatious drawl, the sway of her hips, the older guy holding her, he couldn’t help but feel his brow twitch slightly in response. What in the world was she doing? Well… She wasn’t doing anything wrong, as he watched her drift around the dance floor, but he was still uneasy about it. Why? Why was—Oh who was he kidding? This girl drove him mad on a regular basis and she was doing it right now just by her evacuation to the dance floor. Kanoa tried to refocus his gaze to his sister as she spoke, but he couldn’t help but practically deadpan at this point.
Without missing a beat, the moment Ronnie had walked off, Chelsea just carried on with only a brief pause. Her typical cheery attitude would need more than a rude departure to be ruined after all. Granted if Kanoa had done that, he was sure images of him in princess gear when he was a child. The youngest Hasan was forced to stay put as his sister spoke, and finally something seemed to catch her own eye in the distance. The beaming Chelsea Hasan rushed away to cling to the arm of her own blond date. When he looked over and saw the man Chelsea was with, he could only pause and stare for a long moment. Was that? No way… Holy shit, yes, that was him. Ryusuke Ugumi was his sister’s date?! Kanoa blinked a few times, opening his mouth, before shutting it.
What was with these girls and blond guys? His eyes trailed back over to Ronnie dancing the night away as he was left alone. For a brief moment, a foreign feeling of insecurity flickered in the proud young man’s mind. One of his hands would come up to just gently toy with the dark black locks of brushed back hair. Ronnie was very much into her aesthetics and future plans, did his black hair ruin some dream of bouncy blond babies? He paused, before smacking himself on the forehead with the palm of his hand. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Really? Kanoa grumbled to himself for a moment, letting his hand settle over his eyes.
As a waiter passed by, without a word, Kanoa simply swept a glass from the tray and practically drained it dry in one gulp. The punch wasn’t alcoholic, but he told himself it would give him liquid courage. The cup left on the table, he’d turn to look back over at Hemlock and Serenity, before starting towards the dance floor. Scorch the Houndoom not too far behind, but staying back so not to get run over or tangled up in the dancing crowd. It wasn’t hard for Kanoa to find a partner from the mix out there, and as the song would go on, he’d go through the motion of switching partner after partner.
Nope.
No.
Not her.
Definitely not her.
Nah-dah.
He twirled away another partner, before glancing over his shoulder and watching that simple little champagne figure pass him by. He almost reached out to grab one of her extended hands, but found his hand being quickly taken by another. His gaze shot to her, though, trying to keep his watch, but manners called and he glanced for a moment at his partner, only to look up and find his coordinator once more gone.
This was going to be a long night.
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Guest of Ronnie Rillito, Will add on more if needed, other females are free to jump in as Kanoa's brief dance partners as he goes about trying to relocate the run-away
Post by Lorraine Hasan on Nov 26, 2013 13:40:13 GMT -5
✖WISHBONE
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Guest of Chelsea Hasan She has such a way with words you simply cannot understand, guys. Her Dress
“Not at all” came the brief response to her worries. Rain settled down in her seat at that point. Sitting up, proper and elegant, she made sure to not slouch or rest her elbows on the table. In formal attire, she still held the standard for herself to not ruin her look with poor posture. Still, her head didn’t rise too high, even if she thought it was. Her gaze had drifted to her lap, briefly trailing up and back to scan the room once more for her cousin. A hand would come up to gently toy with the bangs that framed her face, a nervous habit of her’s. Her focus lost in the crowd, she practically forgot about her tablemate in all honesty.
That is until he made his way next to her, in which her gaze would drift from the dance floor and up to him in curiosity. Slowly tilting her head in confusion at first, a dust of pink crossed her cheeks as the other would go on. Compared to the lotus she only briefly hesitated to take from the young man, Rain could feel her heart briefly race from the random praising and eloquent speech from the young man. A touch light as a feather, she brushed the petals of the lotus to find the plant was indeed real, and she glanced up at him to offer back a brief shy smile or her own. “Th-Thank you…” she softly muttered in return as he bowed. Part of her wanted to press on and question his name, or tell him her own name, but she fell silent and simply watched the other walk off. Her gaze drifted back down to the flower and after a moment of simple consideration, Rain moved to simply tuck the flower neatly into her hair.
“Miss Rain, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
She practically jumped from her seat at the unfamiliar voice. Her moment of serenity was interrupted and she quickly turned to see who it was that had recognized her. Blinking rapidly as she took in the face of a cousin she hadn’t seen in a very long time, Rain couldn’t help but grin at Sable. She wondered if he was even aware of her recent retiring from being a coordinator, but that wasn’t something she felt like bringing up with him at the time being. She was just happy to see him after so long. She started to get up from her seat, lotus in her hair, and eyes on Sable. She’d habitually tuned out the world around her and remained entirely unaware of the incoming relative to her right. “H-Hey Sable! I haven’t seen you in-in forever, how have you be—?”
“Excuse me?”
Well, that wasn’t a happy tone. Rain immediately shut up at her more outgoing cousin’s words, simply pursing her lips as the ever familiar voice of Chelsea Hasan dominated the conversation. Rain didn’t look over at her quite yet until she was addressed. She merely glanced at Chelsea, not really noticing the young man she was pulling along with her, yet. She opened her mouth to thank her anyways, only for her voice to come out as a yelp of surprise when she was pushed into the young man Chelsea had brought with her.
“Oh my! I’m dreadfully sorry about that!”
Rain’s mind was immediately going ‘yeah right’ as she recognized this tactic. Blushing slightly, Rain merely frowned at Chelsea in a silent plea to not be abandoned with whoever the other was trying to set her up with this time. “Ch-Chelsea, wait!” she chirped quickly, only to be left behind as the safety line of Sable Hasan was also stripped away. If Rain ever dared to let her anger show, oh the glare that would be locked on Chelsea right now. It was time to shoot down this potential suitor, though, and just try to track down the other to lecture her on how rude it is to meddle in others’ social lives.
Getting her footing, Rain’s head remained bowed as she made sure her dress was still intact. “I-I am so… so sorry ab-about that” she began and started to turn towards the young man. “Chelsea ca-can be a little, well…” she trailed off and finally looked up to see who it was her cousin had knocked her into. She froze not a moment after she locked on the golden eyes of Ryusuke Ugumi. The inner rage directed at Chelsea only intensified, but never broke the surface. Shock was really the key feeling here, and Rain could barely open her mouth, let alone speak for a long moment when she really started to register Ryusuke’s full presence and appearance.
She could feel her face heat up, the intense embarrassment of this blunder setting in on her. There was an awkward silence from her before she finally managed “H-Hey Ryusuke?” Okay, she managed that, but that wasn’t really much. Rain tried to press on, her vocal chords just seeming to tremble in fear at the thought of saying something wrong. It wasn’t so much the shock of Ryusuke being there suddenly invoking this wave of panic and timidness, but the fact he was here and he looked, quite frankly, handsome. His clothes were the fanciest she’d ever seen him in, and even if they didn’t fit the level of formal most did, it suited him just right. Hair clean, trimmed, and neatly tied back, his bangs didn’t even hide his beautiful gold eyes. She had to say something else, anything, c’mon…
Oh dear lord. She had heard of her? This gorgeous creature had heard of her existence in the contest world? What, did she get to revel in the story on how she light a contestant on fire by accident and got kicked out of contests for a year? I'm sure that makes Hemlock quite popular at parties. She inwardly flinched as she kept the light smile on her face, eager to please all of these people around her so that they wouldn't pay her any attention.
As quick as she came she left. Hemlock faded into a sigh, eager to be free of everyone all of a sudden. She didn't mind Kanoa and Serenity, but... she just... was capable of people-ing today. No. Hemlock could not be a person and yet she was stuck here until an actual acceptable time to leave. It didn't help that the entrance was extra crowded and a huge sight that drew a lot of attention, so slipping out was an issue.
And then there went Kanoa after he made the obvious motion of desiring a strong drink. Hemlock herself had nabbed a small water glass, sipping at it as he absconded onto the dance floor. That was two of them out there now. Hemlock took another swig as she sat, glancing over at Serenity. Fuck it. If she was going to be here she was going to pass the time doing something that would actually pass the time.
" . . . S-Serenity, let's go d-dance." Without further ado she was up, waiting for the briefest of moments for the girl before taking off into the madness of the dance floor. It didn't take long for the hex maniac to get caught by the hand and bounce between dance partners, an almost forced look on her face as she was spun between people. She hated it, she would rather be in a corner reading, but until things calmed down...
...and suddenly a spin brought her into being in the position of the male with a girl in a champagne dress. Somehow she had ended up with Ronnie as her current dance partner. "M-Miss Ronnie, I, uh..." She faltered for a beat, unsure of how this happened. Her cheeks flared once more as she was put into a situation she didn't understand that everyone else seemed to be able to control. Where was her control?
From the moment her feet hit the dance floor she kept her eyes darting back over to the table watching Kanoa and the group of hens that surrounded him. "Distracted?" Her dance partner asked as she flustered turning her face back to him suddenly with a wide eyed blink. “Y-you could say that.” She sputtered glancing down ashamed at his chest. He snickered and spun her out and back, during the spin she caught Kanoa getting up.'Oh shit.' she mentally panicked just as the orchestra picked up. "Switch," came the prompt causing her to look back as she was suddenly swept around and passed onto another partner.
The tempo had picked up considerably, it was light, happy and quick causing her to bounce as she was guided around the floor. Her head whipping about trying to keep Kanoa in sight while her feet were skip stepping. “H-how you do?” She sputtered out to her new partner who was all grins. The heart attack nearly catching her by the throat as she ceased up when they criss-crossed the floor. Her back passing right by his before she swung into a turn blocking him from view.
Her dress fluffed and flared out as the violia's took over in a tiny prompt and they switched once more midway through the song. "M-Miss Ronnie, I, uh..." Oh thank god it was Locke's. Ronnie gave the shy stuttering girl a catty grin and swung back into rhythm. "Pleasure's all mine sweet cheeks." she said with a wink as they moved. "How you been?" The question one of small talk that wasn't really anything but filler as her head swung around to find Kanoa once more. Good he was across the room, she turned back to her dance partner. "I didn't think I'd get to see you out on the dance floor tonight Lady Lovely, I'm glad you are, you're doing great." The carefree grin plastered into place despite her sweating bullets. The song was about to change up again, with it ending giving the crowd a moment to applaud and catch their breath before the next would start up.
Tonight was a wonderful night, and it was going quite swell. It seemed as though Bunji was somewhat doing alright, somewhat that was. Serenity would be sitting at the table where Hemlock had just arisen asking her to go dance. Well, Serenity was feeling a bit un-responsive at the party, but could you blame her? Everyone was having quite a time and that made Serenity happy. Even so, as she was at the Ball she felt as though something was missing. She couldn't enjoy the food, the music, or the dance. She was just really saddened at the moment.
Suddenly a ringing had begun within her purse. It was her cellular device? She hasn't used this for quite sometime as she only used it to make phone calls and nothing else. Taking it out she would look at Hemlock as she danced funnily with being forced to dance and all that. It was quite funny indeed, but as she answered her call it was her father. His voice had sounded a little shaken, what could have been wrong? Standing up from her chair she would ask if her father was alright. He replied with a small yes and just wanted to see how his little girl was doing. Serenity replied with a fine of course. The next thing was that he hung up.
Her father was being strange as ever, but getting a call from him lightened up her mood. Turning to face Ronnie and Hemlock dancing Serenity would giggle and shout toward Ronnie and Hemlock, "Hey! Can I cut in?!" Running toward both Ronnie and Hemlock she would grab Hemlock's left hand and Ronnie's right beginning to dance in a circular motion with them before the song would end. This was quite fun, yes, the many people she has met tonight as she was glad to. They were all nice and kind, funny, yet weird. These were the types of friends Serenity always wanted. That's right, always...
TAGS: Hemlock and Ronnie~. • WORDS: 343. NOTES: Hey Mr.Music~.
Post by Ryusuke Ugumi on Nov 28, 2013 20:09:58 GMT -5
We're pushing through the warped wind Outstripping the cold sky Nevertheless, we still continue to wander
Okay, so, seriously - where the hell was he going? As Ryusuke continued to slowly and carefully make his way through the loosely packed crowd lining the edge of the dance floor, he couldn't help but feel somewhat grateful that his aim in clothing was at least not drawing undue attention. A glance here and there, but that was mostly due to his attempts to move through the crowd, as well as the Pokemon following him. While Grovyle was being uncharacteristically quiet and even going so far as to ignore that mild, antagonistic urge he was feeling to mess with the people who were taking notice of him as something out of place, he was the only Pokemon present there as far as Ryusuke could tell. One of the thing's he noticed about a lot of events like this - had this been a gathering of trainers he suspected there would be a lot more Pokemon there aside from his, and there was that little voice at the back of his head wondering why it was that Coordinators went out of their way to do that, why it seemed to be the unspoken rule. Their Pokemon worked as hard if not harder, so surely they'd have earned their place at an event like this alongside their partners instead of being left home, or worse, forced to watch this while stuck inside of their Pokeballs? In any case, the blonde would quickly find his thoughts interrupted as the person he had been looking for found him first, seemingly materializing straight out of the crowd to his side.
"Yeah, about that. Why did you need me here, again, or is this just an appearan-" Ryusuke started, stopping to turn and face Chelsea before glancing around at the crowd. No matter how he looked at it, Ryusuke couldn't see any other trainers there - just coordinators, maybe a couple of people who might've been able to pass for high class breeders and the rest of the media circus associated with the practice. A thought that, yet again, he would find interrupted - too quick for him to react or even muster a proper response, one that under normal circumstances likely would have been of indignation, Ryusuke found the coordinator suddenly latched onto his arm and pulling him along through the crowd. Thankfully she wasn't making a fuss about it given the arm she'd grabbed - who knew, maybe Lorraine had told her about that particular replacement part - but even Grovyle found himself jumping slightly at the sudden movement and struggling to keep up as the crowd simply seemed to flow back in place in their wake. Wait, "type"? Damn it, really? He'd already dealt with this crap when he'd ran into his mother of all people a couple of months ago, hell, it had been his sole reason for avoiding Hoenn in general! Okay, fine, Grovyle had been right - he'd had been better off just staying onboard the damn boat, but that little admission would be one he carried to the grave with all the rest. That being said, the irony of that all would not be lost on Ryusuke as Chelsea finally stopped, traded a few rather pointed words with another guy she seemed to know, and then promptly shoved Ryusuke into someone in a manner that was anything less than accidental before fading into the crowd just as quickly as she had appeared.
".....dammit. Look, I've got no idea what she's going on about and this is all a huge misunderstan-" Ryusuke began, head turning to follow Chelsea's departure as she made her escape - to where, Ryusuke had no clue, but it wasn't there and thus wasn't his problem. Even as he started to talk again, however, Ryusuke would find himself interrupted for yet the third time that night, both by Grovyle's insistent tugging on his sleeve and by a voice that the blonde himself almost instantly recognized - and yet again, the irony of this particular encounter and the one of a few months ago was not lost on him as Ryusuke's head slowly started to turn towards the person he'd been shoved into. Even as the reality of the situation appeared to slowly be dawning over Lorraine's face, though, the only thing that could go through Ryusuke's head was the idle question of how - last he had checked, Rain had been stuck in the fantastic Bubble o' Death a couple of hundred feet underwater and two regions away, studying under someone who was best described as a workaholic. How had Chelsea managed to contact her to begin with, along with getting Io to agree and, following that, managed to transport her something along the lines of several thousand kilometers overnight? Head simply trying to wrap around what was probably a trivial and mostly academic question at the time, several long moments would pass before Lorraine would be the one to break the silence.
"...... Rain. How the h-"
And, yet again, interrupted for the fourth time in only a handful of minutes as she spoke twice - the first utterance being a fairly standard greeting, and one that Ryusuke had been ready to respond to along with a question of his own, namely the one stuck in his head from a second ago. What came out next, however, was so unbelievably out of character for the normally nervous teen that it managed to completely wipe all pretenses of a logical response from his mind as the trainer simply stood and stared, face relatively blank as his overtaxed brain tried to comprehend the last three words to escape her mouth.
The advent of dancing with miss Ronnie was sudden, if not unexpectedly expected. Hemlock's mere hiccup in rhythm was quickly tossed away as she fell back into her dancing mood, the one where she had made it a second habit so that she didn't have to focus or worry on the dance at all.
Of course, Ronnie's words were adding matches to the fire of Hemlock's face. She flushed a bit at the addition of the lovely, still not sure how to handle actual compliments. Even if it was just one made for social protocol reasons, she still felt the light pink sting upon her skin. Yet, there was something to what Ronnie said. Some level beneath the skin... but she had no time to worry about it. There was too much on her mind, "J-just, y-you know, uh... passing time..."
"I, uh... you're a w-wonderful partner, Ronnie." It probably came out wrong, and she knew it, but the poor stuttering mess was just trying to redeliver a compliment and let the other female know she was a fine dancer. Well, at least by Hemlock's standards. She wasn't smashing toes and their near-equal heights due to Ronnie's heels made things a tad easier.
Near the end of the song, however, there was a sudden call of sound an- oh, Serenity. The sudden surge the female added as the duo's dance became a trio altogether threw Hemlock off, but she rolled with it as best as she could... er, so she thought. It was almost an awkward thing, especially since she had never actually had to dance with more than a single partner before.
The song ended shortly thereafter, for good or for bad. Hemlock found herself pausing, not quite joining in the applause of those around her to help cheer the end of that bit of music as she stood there, fully realizing she was here and not safely by herself. It was too much. She took a stumbling step back, hoping she could eventually just slip away.
Her bright honey colored eyes scanned over her deviant pirate like partner. There was no doubt that if she and Hemlock were ever thought to be more than just acquaintances Hemmers would definitely be the butch of the relationship. Not that she wasn't pretty or feminine, but that she seemed to hold that bear trap-esque countenance about her. The shy sputtering sweetheart the endearing front- she probably liked cuddling, not the huggy kind but the share a blanket and hot coco while watching it rain kind. The bear trap part was kept in check because whoever messed with her happiness was going to be missing a leg or ass cheek if they were within range. "J-just, y-you know, uh... passing time..." Riight, she mentally drawled giving the girl a soft but knowing look as they spun around. "I, uh... you're a w-wonderful partner, Ronnie."
"Yeah," she said absentmindedly as her head lulled over to look behind her shoulder for you know who. "Kanoa taught me." she said as she looked the other way trying to find him again. Where the hell did he go? She chewed on her lower lip and looked back over towards the tables when a set of bubbly cleavage wrapped in royal blue came running towards them. ... Ronnie stared, as well as half the dance partners who were facing their direction. How in the world did Hemlock even know this Meaty-yena? "Hey! Can I cut in?!"
"Uh, sure, be my guest." Ronnie threw a look at Hemlock and let go of her hand only to be sucked into the whirlpool that was the dizzy girls merry-go -round of a dance. Oh god, Ronnie could feel her face and neck turning red. How in the HELL did Hemlock know this girl?! Her eyes darted towards her looking for some unspoken answer with a smile plastered on her red face. She'd have to ask or inquire about it later as the cinnamon haired girl continued to give them the dance floor swirly.
Once the song ended Ronnie wondered if this was karma getting her back for ditching Kanoa at the door. Her eyes swung around looking for him before darting back to her two dance partners and nodding with a small clap at them both. "Lovely, so um I'm Ronnie and I met Lady in the Pumpkin patch. What about you Meats- MISS," 'Shit fudge' Her eyes darted in panic back over to Hemlock then to the busty wonder hoping she didn't catch or take offense to that. "Miss, are um...you new? To the circuit?" her question unsure if she really should ask it or even want to know the answer. She prayed for a miracle to lift her out of the mess.
Post by Kanoa Hasan on Dec 6, 2013 20:20:17 GMT -5
@Wish Bone Dinner
Across the way, Kanoa felt himself moving through these memorized motions in a forced steady pace. All of him screamed to pick up the pace so he could switch onto the next girl, the next disappointment, or maybe the next Ronnie. The girls he found himself with would either question if he was okay, try the flirty chatter, make small talk, and so on, but he was too distracted. The moment he didn’t meet a pair of devious honey colored eyes, he was done with this partner already. Whether or not that was rude, Kanoa couldn’t find himself giving a damn tonight. He dragged this girl from Kanto with the purpose of making this a night to remember with him. He’d danced with her before, and if he couldn’t get in his dance with her tonight when she looked like a princess, he wasn’t going to hate himself.
Twirling away the next wrong partner, Kanoa’s eyes shot up to look around for the champagne dress like an alcoholic on withdrawal. He was growing distraught as the song was starting to reach the end of its tune, and the window of opportunity was slowing sliding shut. C’mon, c’mon, Ronnie where are you?! His hands were taken once more and he looked at the next girl quickly.
Not Ronnie.
Kanoa frowned and retracted his hands with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry miss, I’m needed elsewhere” he explained with a bow. He took a step back, and immediately whipped around to vanish into the dance floor. His parkour skills and his dance lessons would suddenly come into play as Kanoa would be swept into the arms of switching men and women as he moved through the floor. Twirling them away in smooth transitions, he spun and weaved around, entering a solo dance of his own across the dance floor of faces in search for his little coordinator. A shout would make him turn his head in curiosity, just in time to see Ronnie being whipped up into a mini-tornado of a dance. His face lit up and he quickly took towards the coordinators, watching them part. The window of opportunity was finally wide open, but the moment he would open his mouth to ever so smoothly call for her attention, the window slammed shut.
The song was over and the girls were getting ready to move along. Kanoa from behind Ronnie could only heave a heavy sigh that would be hard to hear over the gentle applause. He studied the little figure in the simple dress and smiled slightly to himself. She didn’t need to dress up like some Prom Queen, or pageant champion, it was Ronnie’s simple style that really helped bring more focus to her personality than her looks. It suited her and he found himself temporarily caught up in this observation until the building began to fill with music once more. Glancing up to catch the tempo of the beat, he noted it was a slower song, and he suddenly found a glameow had stolen his tongue.
The window was wide open, but if he went through it, there was no telling if he was about to fall five stories, or not. Maybe it was best to give her her space? He had dragged her out here against her will, maybe she wanted nothing to do with him anymore? Kanoa closed his eyes, before finally his hand would reach out to rest on her warm soft shoulder. Opening his eyes, the youngest Hasan would move to his coordinator’s side and offer her a timid smile. “… A little magic for the evening” he started softly, trying to cue her memory of their first dance together. “Would you like to dance with me?” he asked, part of him suddenly anticipating being shot down on the spot.
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Sorry for the wait and delay, will add more if needed!
She was about to take a step back and blurt some apologetic excuse to allow her to escape when a hand touched her bare shoulder. The heat caused her to freeze for a moment, her entire back locking up in a vice as her head whipped to the right preparing to shoulder dip and run if it was some sort of officer. It wasn't, it was Kanoa. His eyes were shut and she swallowed her rapid heart beat as her own orbs calmed down out of her surprised state to one of relief and then shy apprehension. She'd been neglecting him since they arrived, keeping away and, what she thought, was out of trouble. Still she'd take him any day to escape being pulled into the hen's gossip circle.
"Hi," she whispered as her honey glossed lips pulling into a hesitant grin hoping she wasn't about to be escorted off to the side for a reprimand.
He opened them looking her over before taking his usual place by her side. only to floor her when he was the one giving her the Bambi of smiles. She stared at him, expecting him to have her introduce him or perhaps request to see her dance card, maybe even give her tips on what shew as doing wrong. But a shy smile? What did he want? What did he do that made him suddenly appear guilty? “… A little magic for the evening?” The words holding a hidden meaning that she had to search his face for when it dawned on her. Her mouth fell open slightly as her head looked out to the dance floor then down at herself. She wasn't in a T-shirt and shorts this time as her hands fisted into the material of her skirt. “Would you like to dance with me?”
She had to steady her breath, swallowing as her mouth fell shut. She didn't trust herself to answer without squealing so she nodded her head eagerly. Her right arm moved out to the side as the left lifted a corner of her skirt, her chest tipping forward in a bow like she saw some other older woman do. Amber eyes swept up over his suit and she felt her chest pull and twist. He was so much a prince in this element, her mind stepping up the fantasy as her heels clicked on the marble floor.
The melody was music box in nature as he lead her out to an empty spot. Her head looking down at their shoes before lifting her chin up and meeting his gaze. Her right hand falling into his as her left held her dress hem up slightly as his own touched her waist to guide her around. The gentle start of the melody and the soft look on his face made her feel apprehensive, anxious about it all. Shadowed honey eyes swept the rest of the room as they spun with the rest of the groups before settling back on him. The crystal lights glittered and she caught herself dreaming the two of them in roles of Prince and the lucky girl.
A flush of pink hit her cheeks at that, while she was sure there were no gardens to traverse in together for private moments it didn't stop her mind from picturing it. She felt his grip shift and the music picked up along with a small chorus. She swung out in a turn sending the champagne colored dress up exposing her calves and delicately strapped white heels.
She wasn't sure if it was something about the song itself or the anxiety she felt with being back in Hoenn, but as she followed the dance around his back then returning to his touch a pang of sadness hit her. Her eyes glassed up only to be swept around along with the rest of colorful flowers as their dresses flared. Was this some sort of prelude? A small hint of what the future would bring? She didn't know why but it felt like they wouldn't be able to do this again for a long time. Like this was her one fairy tale she got to keep.
Her eyes met his thunder clouds and she locked onto them trying to tell him...something, something important, that she didn't even know what it was. Those eyes of his always looked sad, dark or distant. The few times she's seen him light up was when she won the contest or had honestly made him laugh. Tonight was different though, she didn't have an award for him at the end and yet...The storm clouds were churning, and for once they held a platinum hue. Ronnie wondered why, how come their color seemed so different? What was here that gave him that sun break moment?
She muddled on with questions without opening her mouth but silently admiring. The ceiling had flown away some time ago, the moment having consumed everything into a clouded dream that left her heart aching at the thought of waking up. Where was it coming from? Why? She didn't feel like she was hiding anymore, because she was with him. She didn't have to compare herself, because she only wanted to matter in his eyes. She was only here because he forced her to, but if it made him smile she'd do it anyway.
She won a contest and was on multi-regional T.V. it was good enough for her, but he needed her. He needed more from her and so she stayed. It wasn't all just for him though, she was having fun too but there was something else now that made her stay. She couldn't put her finger on it, and that was okay. Even if she was still single and put together with crazy glue hundreds of times she still had this.
Her right arm was lifted up and she turned letting the starlit moment hit her eyes as she watched him. She still had him, even though she'd turn into a pumpkin after it was all said and done. She still could remember.
Post by Kanoa Hasan on Dec 11, 2013 6:52:18 GMT -5
@Wish Bone Dinner
While she didn’t immediately respond to his question, he could tell by her ever eager nod that Ronnie was more than pleased with the offer. He watched her bow, and he returned it with a practiced and smooth bow of his own. As they would rise, he’d carefully slide his hand forward to take a hold of one of hers. Before leaving the scene, he merely tipped his head with a delicate smile to the other girls there to acknowledge them. He guided her to the floor and with the habitual grace, Kanoa assumed his position across from her. He didn’t forced her to look up, but he smiled sweetly when she did. Their hands united and he ever so briefly wondered if she knew how much like a princess she looked to him at that very moment. Ronnie had no need for extravagant gowns, or colorful make up. No intense hair styles that required suffocating mists to maintain, and certainly no paint on her skin to give the illusion of some sort of tan.
The simple look she had was perfect as it didn’t take away from the thing Ronnie did best. In fact, it allowed her true self to shine, a perky and passionate young woman he was fascinated by. He tried his best to not let his admiration through, but the soft gaze he must have held as he led her through their dance was very clear. Watching every step, taking in every move, every breath, he was mesmerized by the way she just so simply followed the flow with him. She didn’t have the years and years of experience he had when it came to learning these dances, but the days the two spent learning the motions were enough to get her the basic motions down pat.
Adjusting their positions, he let himself get lost in just simply following the motions himself as he guided her through. Ah, wasn’t this how they always worked? She would want something, and he would help her towards that goal. Becoming a coordinator, and reaching the top, he was slowly and carefully guiding her step by step to that goal… But why? It was a moment that he saw the beautiful amber in her eyes staring so intently into his that he found himself briefly puzzled. She was… Sad? Confused? Kanoa tilted his head slightly in a silent question to her, but it seemed the both of them merely watched each other in a curious gaze as the dance would carry on.
Why did he do this? Why did he care if this simple bulb blossomed into the most beautiful flower in the garden? Why did he help her step in the right direction, and merely set her back right when she made the wrong move? Kanoa couldn’t believe for a moment he nearly forgot why he was out here in the first place. A selfish reason, but really, who could be mad at him? His mother, he met this girl and agreed to make her famous for an agreement with his father. To prove he was capable of handling things on his own, to prove he was ready to take this world on and make something amazing. Initially, he thoroughly believed he would loathe this job to the very moment the coordinator he ended up with became the big star. But now?
As he watched this girl move, watched this young woman sway and spin, Kanoa was simply enchanted. His life style allowed him to see so many things that few could even dream of. The many fancy homes, the beautiful women, the handsome men, the clever boys, and the sassy girls, he’d experienced many things and met many people in his life, but he could honestly say that none could hold so much as a candle to this girl. As he spun her away, eyes scanning her briefly in another silent curiosity, he found himself eager to bring her back. To keep her close and safe, so he wouldn’t lose her, so he wouldn’t lose his little coordinator… Or, dare he say, his little light? It dawned on him as she drifted back into his arms that she was almost the polar opposite of him. The light warm colors she wore clashed with his dark cool clothing.
The dark prince and his delicate flame, he smiled at this cliché in his mind. Worries formed in his mind, things for the future he knew he’d have to face, and the things that he’d have to tell her. She’d learn the truth eventually, there was no doubt about it. The fact she was at first just being used for his own selfish gain, and the fact he didn’t have the heart to keep tugging her along when it would come time for him to embark on his real journey. No, it would be too dangerous for her, and she would have things to do by then. She’d be safe, she’d be happy, and even if they couldn’t stay together, there was no doubt in his heart that she’d find someone to call her own out there.
Once more, the song called for him to twirl her away, and so he did. Carefully and slowly lifting her arm to guide her into another twirl of simple beauty. His eyes, lit up with joy, grew a hint of sorrow as his mind recalled a quote he’d heard before that made him ever so briefly loosen his grip on her. It was so slight, she may not have even noticed or would think little of it as his grip would once more return to the strength he had once more. Ah, he was scared…
If you love something, let it go. If it returns, it’s yours.
If it doesn’t, it never was.
He was scared she wouldn’t come back if he let her go. When she returned to his arms, though, he relaxed and gave her a soft loving smile. She was there, she wasn’t going to disappear or run away. At least not for a long time… And that was enough for now.
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Sorry for the wait and excuse my ramble. Don't think a word was uttered in this, so I can add dialogue if needed... Enjoy the fluff.
“H-Hey Sable! I haven’t seen you in-in forever, how have you be—?” "Excuse me? I didn't invite her because I lacked a date, Sable. You really are lucky I'm in a gorgeous and costly dress, and don't have my phone right now."
That got a chuckle out of the older sibling. "Dear Chelsea, indignant as alw-..."
"Oh my! I'm dreadfully sorry about that! And as much as I hate to say it, I have to talk with some associates right now... Please, make yourselves comfy! Oh ho ho ho! Brother dearest, won't you come with me?"
..... SOMEONE had certainly been learning a few tricks while he was gone in Kanto. Dao simply watched with a curious glance, somehow noticing how Chelsea hadn't noticed that he belonged to her brother. Instead of staying to argue, Chelsea probably had an eye for this kind of thing and he left Rain and the blond man alone. "It seems my indignant sister has need of me... Enjoy the party, Miss Rain."
With that, he allowed Chelsea to drag him off, raising his eyebrow at her makeshift fan. "Observe, brother. By the time this ball is over, the two will be all lovey-dovey!"
"It's good to see that you've been entertaining yourself while I was away, Princess." His tone had changed significantly, now one of a man speaking to a close friend or relative, not at all sarcastic. With a sideways glance, he noticed that Dao had remained unnoticed as he followed. "By the way, I don't believe you've met Viridian, my Lucario." With that, he would make a gesture with his arm towards Dao. Viridian, or Dia, was his codename while Sable was around family, a name for them to know him by.
"By the way, have you seen where the Devil Prince went?"
