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Post by arionne ♥ on Sept 30, 2010 20:38:57 GMT -5
{ Halloween Bash } [/size] If you are thirsty, there is a huge punch bowl on a circular table, with a bunch of plastic cups strewn around. Some seem to have been used already, but there are still plenty of fresh ones, still in their original packaging. The punch is of a deep red color and most definitely has a mild alcohol in it, but not nearly enough to get anyone plastered. A ladle, tall enough not to sink into the punch bowl, is sitting idly next to the bowl. Careful, try not to spill it on anyone's costume, or they might get rather mad at you.
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 1, 2010 23:40:03 GMT -5
Jack had lost sight of his sister once he entered the club. This was stupid, he would much rather be at home, asleep in his own bed or maybe playing with Muma and Boya...Speaking of his cute Squirtle, Jack could feel wiggling under his hat. Boya poked his head out from under his trainer’s hat where he had been hiding. Yup, Jack didn’t want to go anywhere without his little starter.
Boya surveyed the room, seeing lots of humans dressed up as Pokémon! How silly of them! Then he saw it, a biiig pool of blood! The water type yank on a few locks of Jack’s hair, trying to point him to the bowl. <Look! Look! Blood like you drink!>
Jack laughed slightly as his Pokémon made him go over to the punch bowl. Now who was being silly? He hoped there weren’t any pokemorphs around to hear his Pokémon too. “This isn’t blood, Boya, it’s called punch,” he whispered and poured himself a cup. The black haired teen stepped back from the table, leaning on a wall near by and held the cup up to his Squirtle to drink. Boya climbed down onto his trainer’s shoulder and took the cup, drinking from it. <It’s not blood, how strange!> He drank more. It tasted silly, but he liked it. The half vampire was tuning his starter out now, scanning the crowd for his sister or even better, Blaze. ‘The invitation did say his name on it…Maybe he has a mask on?’ He thought as he looked around and idly pushed his broken heart scale necklace side-to-side under his sweatshirt. Even if Blaze was here, why would he want to see Jack? He probably had a girlfriend now or married his Charizard.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 5, 2010 22:57:26 GMT -5
Soren needed a drink. This party was just too much for him and he couldn't handle it anymore. His mouth was dry from simply thinking about the party, never mind being in it. Seeing the punch bowl, he got himself a large cup and downed it immediately, failing to notice the slight bitter undertones. He had gotten himself a second cup before retreating to the side, feeling a bit dizzy. His lightweight body and the fact that he rarely drank in the past both contributed to his almost instant tipsiness. Anyone else drinking the punch would probably have been fine but the flying Pokémon trainer felt that he wasn't as focused anymore, wasn't as stressed and uptight. He leaned against the wall, enjoying this new found freedom. Somewhere deep inside, his subconcsious was yelling and berating him, but at that point in time, Soren felt that this punch was the only thing that was going to make him tolerate the night.
So he downed the second cup as well and the mask on his face melted. His cheeks had a slight red tinge to them already and the lack of inhibitions made him feel quite happy. With nothing to worry about, Soren closed his eyes and leaned back, resting his head on the wall. He noted that there was a Pokémon drinking from the red magical potion as well and he couldn't help but giggle a bit. It was a cute pokemon, he guessed, but his was much better. His had feathers. Teehee. Feathers.
"I do not believe you are supposed to let him consume that," he said, though not quite looking at the boy. His eyes were open once again, staring at the beams of light that were coming down from he ceiling. The colors were bright and if he was prone to seizures, it would have probably given him one. Instead, he allowed himself to smile quite stupidly, as he watched them flash.
O O C ;; Drunk!Soren
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 8, 2010 21:21:24 GMT -5
It took Jack a long moment to realize that Soren was addressing him. He had been slightly consumed by the image of a Charizard with a wedding veil on and holding a bouquet of (burnt) flowers. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts away and focus on who just spoke to him. After scanning those around him (with both his eyes and trying to scan the thoughts of), he shrugged, since no one seemed to be the one who said that.
Boya tugged on a little of Jack’s hair, holding up his empty cup. <More blood please, Jack!> the little Squirtle said with a giggle. "It’s punch, not blood," Jack muttered as he went back to the punch bowl and refilled his cup.
Bozu finally weaved his way through the room of people, waddling over to Jack and clinging to his leg. <Horrible! The pink! The pink Jack!> He said in an over-dramatic tone. He looked up to see his best friend Boya with something to drink and pulled on the black haired trainer's pant leg. <Oh, what you feeding Boya? I want some!> he tugged harder.
Jack was surprised when Boya showed up, first looking around for Ava. 'Did she send him off all alone? That was stupid!' He put Boya down beside Bozu and the bigger (a clear size difference between the two, Bozu was bigger) water type snatched Boya's drink and downed it. Then he hiccuped, licking his lips. That was good. Very good.
The half vampire shook his head and glanced around once more for anyone he knew.
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Post by arionne ♥ on Oct 9, 2010 13:38:41 GMT -5
In the excitement of the party and the flashing lights, a mysterious figure looked around, drifting from one side of the club to the other. His clothing was dark and his costume, nondescript, and his face was covered by a scarf that hid the bottom half completely. He was looking for prey, for something to be rewarded for. As he neared the punch bowl, he saw them, the two water starters both on the ground, alone. He had only one purpose here, and that was to steal stray Pokémon.
Boya and Bozu were prime targets. With his eyes set on the smaller of the two, the mysterious figure slowly approached. He waited until the larger one wasn't paying too much attention, drinking that cup of punch, and went in immediately. He snatched the water turtle and quickly shoved it in a dark bag and then disappeared back into the crowd.
Mission Accomplished.
Boya was stolen by mysterious figure!
Note;; The mysterious figure is unidentifiable, no one truly noticed this happening during the party. Your characters do not know of this mysterious figure prowling about either.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 9, 2010 22:23:55 GMT -5
Soren barely noticed another one of those blue pokemon wade across the club and join the trainer and his squirtle. Hehe, two blue pokemon, almost exactly alike. It would be nice to have more of one for his own. His pokemon might feel less lonely, like that. He looked back at the pair of squirtles. Wait, no, at the squirtle. Maybe he had seen wrong? Maybe the other one had been some sort of hallucination? Noooo... how could a tactician like him screw up something so basic?
"Your pokemon. It doubled. And then back to normal again," he said. That was the only thing that made sense though, was it? Soren couldn't think straight. His mind was blurry, but he was happy, his mind blank. When was the last time he did not have to think? When was the last time his memories stopped haunting him? He had such a carefree look on his face as he turned to Jack. Being drunk was not so bad. No wonders all the soldiers would gather around a campfire at night to get themselves plastered. If this was the rush he got, Soren wondered why everyone just didn't get drunk all the time, with nothing to worry about and all the happiness in the world.
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 12, 2010 20:59:51 GMT -5
This time Jack was sure Soren was talking to him, since he was the only one with a Pokémon out. 'Wait, one?' he thought and glanced down to where Boya and Bozu were...WHA!? Where was Boya!? Jack dropped down onto his hands and kneels, looking for the water type. Maybe he had crawled under a table? "Boya? Boya!" Jack called out, though his voice was lost amount the music.
While Jack looked under tables and skirts, Bozu wandered over to Sroen and clung to his leg. The amount of punch the Squirtle had drunk was enough to make him into a giggling mess. <Hey! Heyyyy...Wannananan hear a strroyeh 'bout a time Jack weh himself?> He asked and hiccuped.
Jack could not find Boya on the floor, so he crawled back to Bozu, since his sister would murder him if something happened to her Pokémon as well. He stood near by Soren as Bozu told an embarrassing story about him. Jack closed his eyes to concentrate on trying to skim for Boya's thoughts. Yugh, the music was too loud for him to focus very long. Jack opened his eyes and let out a sigh. Now he was hungry too. The half vampire could feel his canines becoming longer, pressing up against his lower lip. He quickly covered his mouth, worried that someone would see. 'Wait, this is a Halloween party, no one will care!' He thought and removed his hand from his lips, his mouth hung open slightly to keep for piercing his own lips. Although, that didn't solve the problem of how hungry he was. Hopefully no one cut themselves tonight...Hopefully.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 16, 2010 19:29:56 GMT -5
Soren listened to the story without a care in the world, giggling when he figured it was appropriate. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on but it seemed funny. He then turned to look at Jack and noticed his fangs, peeking out from his mouth. Oh, was he a pokemorph? Soren frowned a bit as he looked at them. Those were definitely canines, and memories of a certain vaporeon pokemorph came to him, which then made him think of his precious. The concept that Jack could have been almost any other pokemorph suddenly did not make any sense. Fangs... fangs... Ranulf had fangs like that, that damned Vaporeon. Though Ranulf was a lot blue-er, but that didn't matter. In these low lights, it was hard to to accurately tell, anyways. Besides, Ranulf loved water Pokémon. It would be natural for him to have a squirtle.
His good mood had disappeared as quickly as it came. "Whyyyyy?" Soren asked Jack. "Why did you t-t-take him from me? He was the, he was my only one! I don't have anyone but him, and you... you took him from me!" Angry and tearing up, Soren suddenly saw Ranulf instead of Jack, he saw the one that had stolen the most important man in his life. The avian trainer slumped down against the wall, his hat almost falling from his head. "Why? You knew I loved him! You knew!" Out of frustration, Soren hit the boy's legs, or where he thought they were, at least. His lack of strength meant that even if it did make contact, the hit wouldn't hurt all that much.
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 17, 2010 0:21:21 GMT -5
Jack didn't understand a thing that Soren was going on about. Besides, right now all he wanted to do was find Ava, so he kept on skimming the crowds for a flash of pink hair and ears. Too bad for Jack he didn't know that his sister had an alternate outfit.
Bozu pulled at Soren's shirt as he started to yell at Jack. <Us Pokémon called him Bed-wetter-wooper for months!> He said cheerfully.
Jack turned, about to scold the little Pokémon for being so rude, when an on coming arm swung at his leg. The hit wasn't so hard, but where he was hit knocked him off balance. The back of the knees were a horrible place to be hit and stay standing. "Woah!!" he yelled as he toppled over, most likely landing on Soren somehow. And his bit his tongue! Owie! Jack felt like he wanted to cry.
Bozu hiccuped and plopped down on his rump. <It's not nice to sit on people you dun know, Jack,> he muttered, licking his lips.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 17, 2010 10:05:16 GMT -5
Eleanor felt a little uneasy around here. Social settings weren't her thing, but the free alcohol was too good to pass up. And the punch from the nearby bowl was surprisingly delicious, so she had no complaints.
Ladling a little more into her cup, she sat down on a nearby chair. The music that was playing actually wasn't bad, but she wasn't one to relax too much, and certainly not enough to try dancing.
Still, she could afford to settle down for one night. Despite that, she kept one hand firmly on her Pokeballs at all times. Particularly the ball containing Dimitri. Aeria could die for all she cared. If it was between Dimitri and Aeria, there was no contest. She smiled confidently to herself as she sipped her drink.
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Post by Draffle on Oct 17, 2010 17:34:44 GMT -5
Aaron walked straight to the punch bowl. that punch bowl were the place he planned to spend his time here. he were awful at dancing, so he did not plan on doing that.there were alot of people around here, but unless they tried to make contact, he did not care. he grabbed a unused plastic cup and filled it with punch using the ladle. he sipped the punch, noticing the faint taste of alcohol right away. he had to be careful and not drink to much of it. he looked around, looking at all the different costumes the people were wearing. he guessed that his blastoise outfit really did not make such a difference.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 17, 2010 17:54:32 GMT -5
Soren had not expected to find himself with another person on his lap. Especially when he still thought Jack was actually Ranulf...
"Get off get off get off get off!" he yelled, louder than he would normally have ever yelled. "You 'morphs are all the same, thinking you can do whatever you want, thinking you c-can" sniff "just take what suits your fancy!
[/i][/b]" he yelled, tears streaming down his eyes, further blurring his vision. He would be mortified, upon remembering this the following day, but right now he just didn't care. Soren noticed that Jack had some blood welling up from where he bit himself. " Serves you right, Ranulf." His voice was a lot lower and he seemed to calm down just a little bit. Soren brought his arm to his face to wipe away the tears. He could barely remember the last time he cried. Before Cheyenne, for sure. The alcohol's influence had completely broken him down, though. Tears wiped off, he looked at Jack again and something in his mind seemed to click, and immediately a look of horror replaced that of grief and sadness. " Y-y-you aren't Ranulf!" he cried out, feeling completely and utterly mortified. If he could, he would have wanted to just die there. His mind was still dizzy, even as he tried to think of a way to just run away. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 17, 2010 23:04:39 GMT -5
Jack leaned away from Soren as he started to yell, trying his best to move away from him. He looked so silly with his tongue sticking out as he scooted away from the half morph. Jack moved enough so that he wasn’t going to go deaf from the yelling but he was sill on Soren. When it was finally concluded that he wasn’t this Ranulf person, Jack rubbed the ear that had been yelled into, speaking with his tongue out still. "Naahh, yah thik?" This guy could scream! He should get a job as a police car siren! Jack kept on poking his ear until it popped, flinching as all of the sounds around him were suddenly louder. "Whh dih you yell ahh meh?" He should get the--ehm! He should put his tongue back into his mouth, people others would be able to understand him better, but Jack was scared that he would loose it if he drank the blood on the tip of his tongue.
Bozu got bored of listening to this guy scream at Jack and looked around. He noticed Aaron, in a custom that reminded him much of himself! The Squirtle wandered over to the trainer and clung to his paint leg. <Hey-hey-hey you! You’re a bigger me huh! I’m Bozu! Imma call you bigger Bozu!> He didn’t even think that this trainer might not be able to understand him, he didn’t care right now in his drunken state.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 18, 2010 5:51:41 GMT -5
Eleanor looked with distaste at Soren and Jack. She knew parties were supposed to be loud, but all the screaming and crying? Was it really necessary? Eleanor dropped her gaze as she sipped her punch.
She had never liked public displays of emotion. Really she had never liked emotion at all, but it would be unreasonable for her to erase that. But when she saw people crying pitifully like they were here, she found herself disgusted.
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Post by Draffle on Oct 18, 2010 13:48:49 GMT -5
Aaron blinked as he felt something cling to his leg. He looked down, just to notice a squirtle talking to him....wait, since when did he understand pokemon? Maybe he were able to understand pure water types? Maybe he could understand other pure types if he tried. He looked at the squirtle.
''Bigger Bozu? I don't think so. And i don't think you should drink that''
Aaron said, sipping his drink. A clingy squirtle. Now he had seen that to. He looked around for the trainer the squirtle belonged to. He got this very strong urge to shake his leg until the squirtle flew off it, but that would have been rude.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 18, 2010 20:58:42 GMT -5
Soren could not believe that this was happening. All of a sudden, it seemed like everyone's eyes was on him. It did not help that he had yelled loud enough to alert half the club of his predicament. Could people disappear? Could they simply melt into the ground to be never seen again?
"I..." Soren tried to think of a way out. He looked around and saw nothing but legs, and with Jack still on him, he had nowhere to go. The boy was saying something, but between the tongue and the music and his mind, screaming at him, he could not hear. And so he did what he knew best, and tried to push the other guy off of him, one hand on his chest and one somehow ending on Jack's face.
God those fangs were sharp. Soren didn't even notice them scratch against his skin, deep enough for a drop of blood to well up.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 18, 2010 22:09:00 GMT -5
Eleanor yawned as she stood up, downing the rest of her punch before crumpling the cup up and putting it into the nearest bin she could find. Reusing cups someone else had sipped made her retch. It was disgusting, and shouldn't be tolerated by other people in the area.
But that was the least of her concerns. She walked over to Soren, feigning warmth as she smiled at him, showing her red lips. She tried to act sympathetically with him. "You look as though you need an escape route," she remarked with a playful tone in her voice. "Fancy a little fresh air?"
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 18, 2010 22:19:11 GMT -5
It was just a scratch, just a little bit of blood even. Jack jerked back, but the line had been crossed. He blinked multiple times as he swished the taste around his mouth, confused for a moment. 'What...this taste...Ohhh, so good!' He was starting to enjoy the taste when it was suddenly gone!
Then he saw red. Jack's eyes changed from green to red! Scary. With an animalistic growl (directed at Eleanor as if saying "stay away from my prey"), the teen grabbed for Soren's hand that had been in his face. Jack was trying to hold him still as he lunged forward, trying to sink his fangs into the half morph's flesh so he could get more blood! It tasted so good!
Bozu looked around, noticing his empty cup that he had snatched from Boya before...Oh, where was his little buddy? He hadn't seen him for a while. <Hey, Bigger Bozu, have you seen a squirtle smaller than me? Oh! Or a girl with no feelings?> That wasn't too descriptive of his trainer, was it? How would 'Bigger Bozu' know who Ava was? Well, in Bozu's mind right now that was a perfect description of the girl!
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Post by Draffle on Oct 19, 2010 6:51:04 GMT -5
Aaron began thinking. he had just gotten here, and he had yet to see anyone that matched that description. not that it were much of a description anyway. he looked over at a person that were growling? what the frig?
''sorry Bozu, i haven`t seen anyone like that''
Aaron said, emptying the plastic cup he were holding. that would do for now. to much alcohol at once were never good.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 19, 2010 10:21:20 GMT -5
Like a deer caught in a headlight, Soren's eyes were wide, unsure what he wanted to do. He looked up at the woman, also dressed in a menacing attire, sprouting fangs. Which was the better option? A person he had just humiliated himself in front of, with fangs of his own, or another one that saw him act like a complete fool. When Jack started to growl and --was the other guy biting his hand?-- there was no contest. He wasn't going with neither, but he would gladly accept any help to get away from the creep that was -- arceus was he sucking his blood?. The boy thrashed, trying to get Jack off him, but only succeeded in injuring his hand further. Besides, his tiny stature and lack of physical exercise meant that he wasn't too strong.
"Stop it, let go, let gooo," he begged, in a way that was very uncharacteristic of him, but that night, nothing seemed normal. At least this time he kept his voice a lot lower. This was all just a bad dream, right? He'd wake up in the middle of route one, alone, not being surrounded by vampires. Any time now. And then no one would have seen this completely embarrassing side of him.
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