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Post by arionne ♥ on Sept 30, 2010 20:52:15 GMT -5
{ Halloween Bash } [/size] There is a picture of a volbeat on the door, indicating that it was the men's bathroom. It was kept relatively clean, with around six urinals and a couple of stalls, along with three sinks. You can come here to take a break, take a leak, or simple make sure you still look as ravishing as you want to be.
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Post by spade on Oct 9, 2010 9:21:07 GMT -5
Cleon enjoyed the company of others as much as the next guy, if not more. Talking and laughing with others was what Cleon lived for. Even so, this was too much all at once. There were simply too many people for the farm-boy to deal with. Back home, there were perhaps half this number in the entire town. Or maybe he’d just never been to a building so small filled with so many individuals near his age, was more likely. He wandered for a short time, though there were just so many people, so many conversations, that Cleon was out of sorts. This unusual wave of unease sent him to the restroom not long after entering the club.
The lavatories were empty at the moment. He went to the sink and splashed some cool water on his face. Just to wake himself up, get himself prepared to actually enter the masses this time, rather than stand at the edges peering in. He wiped his wet face off with a yellow sleeve, then turned to head back to the door. Opened it. Closed it. Went back to the sink, and splashed some more water on his face. The woman at the front had been right in assuming that he was no better than a baffled Psyduck, he realized, smiling wryly at his reflection. Psyducks wouldn’t fare well in such a loud place, either. Too many people. He hadn’t realized such a thing was possible. But he’d get used to it. He’d make it happen. In a few minutes.
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Post by noose on Oct 19, 2010 0:55:38 GMT -5
It was much more intense than what Riley had earlier anticipated.
Indecipherable music bounced off walls; its pounding beat assaulting her susceptible eardrums. Throngs of people littered themselves about the building: dancing, conversing, yelling, eating, watching, singing, drinking, or doing whatever to entertain themselves. There were too many of them. Hordes would clutter together, causing the humans to touch and form into one large mass of swaying flesh. Bright lights raced like bullets across the floor, illuminating shadows with flashes of red and gold. Spastic beams elsewhere flickered at a maddening pace, while clouds of glitter clung to the air.
Startled by the activities, the Erufuun Pokémorph slinked towards the outer rim of the festivities. She prowled about with other wall flowers, observing those who’d wander closer or gathered their bravery and joined the merrymaking. Occasionally a stray individual would attempt to speak with her - none of these exchanges lasted more than several minutes. Either one or the other would grow bored and scamper off, or the subject would turn overly flirtatious, which the wary Riley would pull away from.
The teenager needed a moment. She needed time to think in an area that wasn’t caked with the scent of alcohol. Time away from the screaming and the awkward expressions painted to half-disguised faces. She had been to parties before, but nothing as ridiculous as this. Nothing compared to this caliber of mayhem. Two to three dozen people - a few would get drunk and act stupid - yet Riley always felt safe. In here, she in fact did not feel secure, thus she found it necessary to acquire a few minutes alone.
She moseyed off to locate the bathrooms. There had to at least be a small number hidden behind decorations and little nooks. Without delay, Riley had managed to discover a pair, however something was amiss. She hadn’t a clue which lavatory belonged to her assigned gender.
Two signs of insects hung above the doors -- that certainly had to indicate something. One was thinner and more pallid in color, the other vibrant and a tad bit bulky. Red was typically allocated to females, but the Illumise was feminine in its build. Though Volbeat possessed broad hips, which categorized itself with childbearing, and therefore womanhood.
Riley examined the symbols for a minute longer, trying to pick which one to enter. Eventually she forsaken the task and decided to simply wait for people to flood in and out of them. Unfortunately the costumes made this process more difficult, especially with the limited numbers of who actually drifted away from the dance floor.
God damn it all!
Irritated, the Pokémorph picked one at random and shoved the door inward. She had planned to simply stick her head in and look for whichever one lacked a urinal, yet with her brand of grace, she instead veered clumsily into the tiled room. The Mrs. Lovett impersonator had successfully caught herself before she ended up sprawled and bleeding on the ground.
Green eyes shot up, horrified to spot a male around her age near a sink. Her lips pried open, though no sound fled from them. She could feel her knees shake beneath the folds of the grim dress; her body drenching itself in cold sweat. She needed to say something! Reassure the boy she hadn’t busted in there to steal his penis or whatever the opposite sex did in another’s restroom.
"I-I went in the wrong door." she began, taking several wobbly steps closer to the exit. "We don’t have many bugs from where I come from. T-Too cold for them to survive. So I didn’t know w-which one." Riley stuttered, her gaze zooming around, staring at everything else but Cleon. "I'm so sorry! This is an utter invasion of y-your privacy. And I'm just going to leave now, okay?"
A dark blush lit her cheeks, nonetheless she was worried about the outcome of the situation. Jerking her body, she inelegantly shifted and the movement wrenched her prop from out between her fingers. The plastic treat flung itself across the floor, twirling into a random stall.
Riley dared not retrieve the object; she was barely even breathing.
The expression upon the Erufuun girl’s face was heart jerking. It was a cross of being a deer trapped in a set of headlights - and - being overcome with an unadulterated desire to vomit.
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Post by spade on Oct 24, 2010 14:34:38 GMT -5
Caught in the action of splashing some more water on his face, Cleon was in no condition to immediately see the next inhabitant of the men’s restroom. Based on the magnitude of the crash made by the door against the tiled wall, however, he assumed to see a large, or at least egotistical, fellow striding into the lavatories as though he owned the place. Droplets of water dripping from his face, getting caught in the stubble on his chin, the teenager glanced up to inspect his fellow -- what now?
A girl was not what he was expecting, let alone one of the few girls wearing a significant amount of clothing at a Halloween party, and for a moment he just stared at the teenager as she stood, visibly shaking, in the doorway. His dark brown eyes attempted to meet her lighter green ones, though he was not at all successful. Hoping she would see his smile, at least, he did so. Then, opening his mouth, he was forced to pause while the girl stammered an apology he did not particularly deem necessary. While she spoke, Cleon wiped the water from his face with his already sopping sleeve.
”Really, don’t --” Cleon began, though he could hardly finish his statement before the plastic pie went flying from Riley’s grasp. The strong desire to burst out laughing at the entire situation rose to Cleon’s throat. He swallowed the urge, noting that his female companion may simply flee the scene and spend the rest of the night shivering in a corner should he do so. Spinning on his heel, he went to retrieve the treat, glancing under the stall doors in order to see where it had slid to. A puddle, naturally, was its final resting place. He picked it up, carefully, and turned to face Riley, holding it away from his body with the tips of two fingers. ”I think I may wash this for you. If you don’t mind.” He grinned and brought it to his sink, rinsing it off before applying soap.
Sensing a silence, or at least an awkward answer in response, he furthered the conversation as best he could, glancing up at her reflection in the mirror. ”You’re not the only one who just guessed which was which,” he assured her. ”I just got lucky, is all.”
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