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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 1, 2010 19:21:50 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Why in the world did he come here? He can't dance and he certainly didn't want to talk to any of the people here. Did he just see a girl wearing a "Cloyster" outfit? He mentally shivered with the nerve of the people. Did they really find that attractive? Why not come in your underwear why don't you? Oh that's right. It's a costume party, not a playboy photo shoot. His bad.Browns eyes, searched the main floor, taking in the major areas. Dance floor, snack bar, punch bowl (he made a mental note to remember where it was for later), and then the bathrooms. He did another glance around and creased his brow. Where was the bar? Heaven only knows that he could use some alcohol right about now. Sighing, he glanced over at the speaker to his left. He could feel the floor vibrating from the intensity of the music being played much too loud for his tastes. Turning right, Dougie stalked his way through the crowd, occasionally having to push people out of his way when they refused to move. Eventually he found his way to a table off to the side of the room, he figured for when dancers got tired.He slid himself into an empty booth and leaned against the wall, legs spread out on the rest of his side of the booth. Maybe that will prevent idiots of sitting next to him, though he couldn't do anything about across from him. For now he settled himself content with ignoring everyone in the room, blocking out the excessive music, and instead looking for the bar that he knew had to be there somewhere.... Right? What was he going to do without a good bottle of rum? [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by \m/*.*\m/ on Oct 1, 2010 20:52:54 GMT -5
Kai slipped past the bar, lifting a drink off the bartender despite not having an id…or even of being of proper drinking age. She sped across the club and away from the bar to avoid any questions that may rise. And that is how young miss Kai found herself across the dance floor, next to the tables and booths meant for tired dancers.
From what Kai could see, this was one of the few areas of the club that was not jam packed. There were a few people sitting at the actual tables and one guy in a booth. Kai was fairly well aware of the dangers of being seen with a Sex on the Beach (the name of the drink) in the club. Between being too young to have it to begin with, and all the crazy people who had a habit of slipping things into people’s drinks, Kai chose the most secluded place- a table in the far back.
The guy sitting closest to her seemed to be young but had an odd older air to him. With the way he sat it was clear that he didn’t want people around him. Kai settled in to a chair at a table meant for four, roughly five feet away from him. She kept hold of her drink, sipping at it through an orange-red straw. She stared off into the crowd, thinking back to the written words on her invitation. Who was Blaze? And why was Syl excluded? Her hand slid down to the pocket of her Missagus costume, running over her cell phone and debating whether or not to call Syl.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 1, 2010 21:33:39 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie glanced around at the people around him and gave a silent sigh to himself. He sees the drinks, he wasn't completely blind. No, he just had a knack with not being able to find a stupid bar to save his life apparently. So instead he directed his brown eyes to stare angrily at the next person, to have an alcoholic beverage in their hands, that walked past. That just happened to be Kai.The girl seemed to have not just an alcoholic beverage though. She, in her hands, held Sex On The Beach, a vodka mixture. While it was a bit fruity for his tastes, it wasn't the first things to come to his mind. First was why a 15 year old had such a beverage. Second was where in the club did she get it. Lastly was if she had a rape wish. Dougie was almost fully content with staying in his booth by himself except that he wanted rum, and wanted it then, and he felt like he should tell the young girl exactly what she was getting into by drinking the liquid in her hands. Pushing himself up with a bit of grace, though he probably looked like a skilled gymnast to all the drunks since that move had more grace then their pink-y finger. Straightening his hoodie, he silently walked over to the girl.He didn't bother sitting down in one of the many chairs, he wasn't going to be there long enough to make the action worth it. "You do realize that just by holding that drink you're calling yourself free game for any of the men in this club to just "take"." Inform her, ask the question, and leave. It was a fool proof plan... Right? [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by \m/*.*\m/ on Oct 1, 2010 22:14:11 GMT -5
Kai looked up at the voice; she had zoned out and Dougie drew her back from her thoughts. Listening to him, she took a long sip of the drink, pondering his words. In some ways they were true, but then again, this was one of the few drinks Kai actually liked. It was better than mixing alcohol with everyday drinks like coke and punch.
Who was this guy anyways? Kai’s eyes ran over him. His black hair seemed to fade with the dim light, but his blonde highlights stood out even more clearly. He had a somewhat childish face and was wearing a Girafarig costume. Kai couldn’t help but giggle slightly. His attitude seemed a tad cold, almost snobbish, yet he looked young and prideful.
She pinched the straw, pulling away from her drink for a short moment. “You don’t strike me as the type to care,” Kai responded honestly. Her words weren’t meant to be harsh, but she was not about to apologize if they were.
"You can sit if you'd like." This was going to be her night; she wouldn’t let some short I-think-I-know-it-all snob ruin it. However, if he chose to be a little nicer, maybe she’d lay back on the drinks (despite this being her first) and actually try to remember this night. Maybe.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 3, 2010 20:24:34 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie rolled his eyes at her comment. Of course he didn't care, he just needed a reason to ask where the bar was. Stupid child. He made a mental note to avoid them for now on unless he was doing something to make them complain like it seemed all teens were good at. Not following orders and being annoying. Two things teenagers got easy A+'s in."Of course I don't care. Why should I. Obviously no one at this party is going to really care if you get raped, murdered, and body dumped in the ocean." He crossed his arms in annoyance. "I don't understand why parents let their kids go out to train at such young ages. Just sentence them to humiliation and homicide."[/color] Turning away from the girl, he decided that he didn't really care anymore where the bar was. There was all sorts of pubs around in the neighborhood, anyone of which probably had better hearing capabilities. He stuffed one hand into his pants pocket, the other giving a final wave as he started leaving the table. He completely ignored the girl's offer for him to sit down and instead headed back to his booth. He'd wait for some stupid drunk girl to think they'd get lucky by sitting near him to tell him were the bar was. The teenager behind him wasn't worth his time (though sitting doing nothing was). With that he left without goodbye, unless of course she mentally liked his company and ran after him like a fan girl.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by \m/*.*\m/ on Oct 4, 2010 8:17:06 GMT -5
Kai frowned, squinting at the man slightly. Who pissed in his OJ this morning? His foul attitude ruined the sweetness of the drink. “Hold on a second,” She called out to Dougie. Either out of rudeness or just because the music was far too loud, he did not respond and plopped his ass down into the booth he was in earlier.
Just great. Kai would have to get up now to ask him, and the Missagus costume she wore wasn’t one she wanted to frolic about in. While it did cover more than some of the other club girls costumes, it just wasn’t her typical comfy outfit.
Kai stood up with a sigh. She left her drink on the other table, a bit too annoyed to touch it again. The fruity colored drink stood tall on the table, somewhat like a center piece. She side stepped to the booth, towering over Dougie as he was sitting.
“I’m going to assume you’re not the kind to do others favors but… if you see a red head named Syl, let him know Kai said hello,” She offered Dougie a small smile before walking off to the dance floor.
[[ Kai has left this thread. ]]
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 4, 2010 19:43:25 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] As Dougie situated himself, much like he had before, he noticed the girl he had just spoken to leave her table and come towards him. He rolled his eyes, it hidden in the lack of light in the club. What did she want?He pretended to not notice her at first but it became extremely hard and very obvious when she tried to tower over him in the chair (which with his height isn't hard). About to yell at her to get out of his face and to resume getting drunk to attract molesters, he stopped when she spoke. Syl? Who the fuck was that? He made no comment back saying he was or wasn't going to do it. With all the people here at the club he doubted he'd see the guy at all. even if he did he probably would change the message only slightly. "Hey some teen wanted me to tell you she said hi and wanted your babies seeing how she's drunk. Her name was Kai." Hmm. That would have to do. Maybe some last minute improvising if needed.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 22, 2010 17:38:17 GMT -5
Auto pilot right now, that's what was turned on in Jack's mind. Not the happy drunk kind of auto pilot or the routine kind, no. He was running on his vampire side's instincts. On all fours, he crawled his way through the coward of people, growing and snapping at anyone who came too close. Jack came to a stop near by Dougie's booth, sniffing around much like a Growlithe or Houndour might do.
A Squirtle carrying what looked like part of Jack's costume came up behind him, panting. <Jack, where are we going? Lets go find Ava!> He begged, hugging the hat in his arms against his underside.
Jack titled his head, hearing but not really listening to what the water type said. Somewhat, he understood the last part of what he said, Ava! Ava meant blood and blood was good. The black haired teen took off on all fours again, his costume's tail bouncing as he crawled.
Bozu groaned and started to follow, then tripped over part of the hat and landed on his face. The water-type looked up with tears about to run down his face. <Jaaaccck! Come back!>
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Post by arionne ♥ on Oct 22, 2010 17:52:27 GMT -5
Some trainers were just dumb, weren't they? After losing one pokemon, they still insist on keeping their other one out. So, of course, it was only natural that a mysterious figure would swoop by and stealthily snatch away the water Pokémon. Two squirtles in one night. This had to be worth a promotion.
Bozu 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 Kula Hula Kimmie on Oct 22, 2010 19:52:05 GMT -5
DougieSonders I just wanna run
[/i][/font][/center] Dougie yawned and propped his elbow on the table of the booth before resting his head on his palm. Honestly he couldn't recall why he had come. Sure they said free drinks, which was probably the main reason, but now he couldn't find the bar. How shitty was this? He could dance at least acceptably but he wouldn't dare touch the dance floor without the risk of being mugged or groped by random drunk girls. He wasn't big on the social aspects of parties either. He was fine with people, don't get him wrong, it was the fact that he always seemed to find the weirdest people to talk to. Ones that were far more concerned about either themselves or obsessing over him to hold a normal casual conversation. Or they were jackasses. That too.Instead he sat moodily in his booth before letting out a strained sigh. His brown eyes meandered over the crowds of people actually enjoying the party and he couldn't help but feel a rise of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. Why couldn't he be drunk? Why did they have to fucking hide the bar from him damn it? Then he could be carefree too! But no. The asshole hosts decided to play "hide the rum from Dougie". Eyes slowly stopped their search over the faces on the dance floor and happened to land on a fellow... on the ground.. Who was... crawling? He certainly was confused, especially when he began sniffing around like a canine would. Just when he was about to ask what the man was doing a Squirtle appeared, one that he could only assume was the male's.Dougie watching the interactions with mild amusement that he couldn't quite understand. When the male took back off, crawling all the way, he watched the water pokemon fall and cry out for it's trainer. Brown eyes wondered to where the male had vanished out of his vision but didn't see where he had gone. Glancing back however he furrowed his brow. Where did the Squirtle go? Shifting a bit farther forward, he glanced around again, half hoping to see where the blue pokemon had gone. No sight of it. Sliding out of the booth, he glanced one last time at the direction Jack had disappeared before deciding that finding the bar would be a good idea. Maybe he could find it this time? Then again maybe not. He didn't move from his spot beside the booth though. This time he'd try to get an idea of the layout of the club before heading in a random direction.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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