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Post by [Shoe ♥]! on Dec 31, 2008 8:23:29 GMT -5
Elias is actually quite dazzled by all the lights, even though he's been standing by the entrance for a few minutes. His eyes keep contracting, then again and again; these types of situations make him nervous enough as is, but the fact that the lights are so bright and that his gift was left... a certain somewhere isn't helping.
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[/b] is chilling by a wall, playing with the package in his hands and with his antennae. He really wants a something, but can't get to it yet. Silent Tom seems passive, and is simply chilling as well by his feet. Lyra is bounding around the ballroom, trying to find the person to give her gift to, and laughing with Caiaphas because it's really fun ... for her. She's already making plans to meet quite a few lovely ladies, as soon as her present has been given. Tarou is standing proudly, dressed in not business casual, but an extremely formal tuxedo and tie, with his hair combed back neatly, and posture pristine. He's holding a small box, but doesn't seem to be looking to give it up any time soon. He'll start looking for the person later. He abhors searching for people. Ace[/color] is chatting it up with the host in the bar, nothing keeping her down. She's extremely comfortable in this type of setting, and doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything. Oliver is standing next to Landon, mute as usual, trying to make coherent anythings from his chatter. Klavier (his Abra) is hiding his present by his feet, giggling like a maniac. A torn note is being ripped in his hands, but it's all alright; no one but maybe Landon would be able to detect how downright nervous he is. Clod is sitting in the middle of the ballroom, "Indian" style, petting Woof and putting the final touches on the bow he wrapped his gift with. An unwrapped Natu chirps cheerfully next to him, as he tells Woof and her the story of the time he crashed a wedding. Totally unintentional, though. Totally. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by bijuu. on Dec 31, 2008 12:22:36 GMT -5
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Noah is lounging at the bar nursing a mojito, accompanied, oddly enough, by not one but two Umbreon; one is his own shiny Umbreon, Nox, while the much smaller fox is Nox's daughter, whom the older canine is reassuringly grooming. Though he seems completely relaxed, Noah keeps flicking a watchful eye over his little brother in the midst of the ballroom. He doesn't seem to be in any rush to find his Secret Santa, though he's obviously looking out for the person in order to offload his presents. Aware of the dress code, Noah is wearing these. Bottom Top
If one looks closely, he is also holding a small wrapped package; and hey, isn't that a pretty little pink bow tied around Nox's daughter's neck?
Artemis, all prettied up for the occasion, is traversing the ballroom floor in search of his Secret Santa and wondering silently to himself whether they'll like his present; the neatly wrapped box is clutched loosely in his arms, and a tiny shiny Buneary with an even tinier powder blue bowtie 'round his neck is nervously clinging to his shoulder, anxiously pointing out a person every now and then and whispering questions to the Linoone 'morph. Artemis is enjoying the atmosphere as much as he can, silky soft tail flicking back and forth with each step and completely oblivious to the obvious admiring looks he's receiving thanks to his outfit.
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Blair is huddled at a far end of the bar, sipping a Blue Hawaii and keeping an eye on a small gift bag intended for his Secret Santa recipient; far from even trying to adhere to any dress code, he's wearing ragged and torn black skinny jeans, faded Converses and a long-sleeved fishnet with black-and-white arm warmers to make absolutely certain his scars aren't visible. He's not feeling very sociable, and so will wait a moment before actually bothering to find the person receiving his gift. His Espeon, Wren, is curled up at his feet, fur luxuriantly silky and shiny for the occasion and a brand-new black bowtie 'round his neck for politeness.
Cree is timidly searching for his partner, self-consciously avoiding the crowds and staring at the Net Ball in his hand and wondering whether he should have tried wrapping it better than just tying some ribbon around it. Avoiding direct eye contact with anyone in particular, he's just looking to find his Secret Santa and eat something, then just hang around and hope to have at least a little fun. Though his Buizel, Leevi, is trying to tug him toward people in order to interact if even just a little, Cree is reluctant to speak much and keeps his eyes downcast, sticking to the side of the otter and hoping he doesn't attract too much unwanted attention.
Marley seems like the life of the party; she's cheerfully chatting up the bartender while dithering about over a list of drinks between both checking on her present and looking over the heads of other partygoers in order to find her own Secret Santa. She finally orders a Grasshopper and wanders over to a group of chattering girls with her Chatot, Jacko, perched on her shoulder chirping compliments and catcalling, wolf-whistling, and calling out to pretty girls as she passes them.
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Post by αℓℓı on Dec 31, 2008 14:31:47 GMT -5
Not reassured even by kind words, Atticus hugged a young, red-furred Pok?mon to his chest carefully, as if the little vulpine would be able to protect him. The little fox mewled, her beady eyes scanning the room, much as Atticus' were. Finally he sighed, hunching his shoulders slightly and peering over to Kahale.
"Who'd you get?" the boy asked, faintly, nibbling on his lip as he leaned against Kahale's shoulder. He felt so very uncomfortable in social situations, and this was, by far, the most populated room he'd ever been in his entire life. "I got some girl... I thought I saw her, but I can't find her now." Shrugging, Atticus peered down at the Vulpix, smiling at the little kit.
Up on stage, Dakota was sitting on the edge of Nema's chair--or, rather, leaning on it. He pulled himself up, however, and slid away from the still-preoccupied Doreli, to the other, somewhat preoccupied Doreli.
"Uncle Aaron!" the teen called, grinning as he practically pounce-hugged the man.
Flinching, Aaron froze for a second while Bella pulled Dakota off her father to give him a hug.
"Hey, 'cuz. You should have introduced me, uncle. I'm much more interesting than Nema,"
"I'd second that if I knew what context we were speaking in; but assuming it's in flamboyant fashion, I hold to my second." Nema stated, smirking over at the group.
Dakota huffed, before turning back to Bella.
"You look great, Isabella, darling. Still sickly, I say, but I cam blame Granny for that. Uncle, have you talked with your friend yet about signing me?"
The man arched a brow as he looked back over to his nephew. "Yeah. They said they would." Turning back to his wife, Aaron smiled at a comment she made.
"Oh, that's great!" Grinning, Dakota half-skipped back over to Nema, leaning on the chair once more. "You heard that, right? That means when the mall finishes renovations and puts in all those new stores, I'm gonna be debuting in it! I'm going to show in Borgoa's!"
Nema peered up at his cousin, grinning. "Yeah? That's great to hear. I'll buy some stuff. Speaking of stuff. Since everyone's arrived, how about we start looking for people?"
"Alright. Well, Noah's at the bar. Thought he said he didn't drink..." the pink-pop punk muttered, grumbling to himself. "He's so buying me a drink. Anyway. Artemis is around, I saw him. Hey, remember that weird kid that lived with us for awhile? The one who freaked out all the time?"
"You mean Atticus?"
"Yeah. He's here, too. Somewhere. Saw him earlier, he had a Vulpix and was with some guy. Hey! I'm gonna pop in on the sexy Kata in the back. In case I spot the dude I'm supposed to give a gift, did that egg hatch yet?"
"No, but it will soon. It's behind my chair."
Dakota grinned as he leaned behind the chair, plucking a wriggling egg from a pile of warm blankets. He wrapped one of the pale, powder-pink blankets from the pile carefully around the writhing little thing before waving to Nema as he slipped into the crowd. He made his way through the people until he reached the bar, and promptly sat next to Noah.
"You're buying me a Peach Martini, please and thanks." Dakota said, grinning as he swerved to peer at his boyfriend. "Who'd you get? And what'd you get for them?" He looked down at the little egg in his arms, before peering up to Noah. "I got Artie, but when I told Nema, he wanted to switch, so we did. Still got him something, though." Dakota grinned, looking curiously pleased with himself.
Meanwhile, up on the stage, the band seemed to have finished setting up.
"Since the other band's going to perform first, we should go scout out the people we're supposed to give gifts to." Metis said; not to anyone in particular, but, nearby, Jonas seemed to have taken it as being spoken to him in particular.
"Let's, then." he said, plucking lazily at a string on his bass before setting it down, carefully, and following the lead singer of the band he wasn't actually apart of down the stage's side steps and to the edge of the crowd. "See your kid anywhere? I see that chick I got."
"Oh? Then why don't you go on. I'm gonna see if I know anyone."
"Gotcha. Will do." Giving a half-heated wave, Jonas slipped through the crowd and to the bar, leaning against the bar and ordering a shot of vodka as he placed a small, black and tan bag on the counter. He downed the shot quickly and ordered another before staring sidelong at the girl chatting it up with the bar tender. "'ey, chickadee," he called over, smirking. He wasn't quite sure what caused him to use such an outdated term. Perhaps the fact that chick was a baby bird, and this girl was totally a bird? "C'mere, got a present for ya'." Of course, his sentence had to be given with the warmest, sexiest smile he could muster. He loved impressing women. And most seemed eager to be impressed--he was famous, after all.
Holding the bag out ever so slightly towards her direction, Jonas tilted his head. He'd carefully wrapped three CDs together--the three latest albums from Residual Theory--and two more together, though separate from the first three--the two newest from Utopian Rebellion. They were tied together wit a curly ribbon; inside was also a pure-white envelope with the name 'Ace' written on it in rather oddly-detailed cursive. Hey, he had neat cursive, so what? Inside was a hand-written copy of a new song they were going to debut at the ball tonight, as well as two VIP tickets to see Residual Theory in concert.
"Can't believe they won't let me at least grind," Chad muttered under his breath, spitting his gum out in a trashcan as he approached the bar, asking for a Bud; unfortunately the bartender was familiar with the popular VelX pro skater, enough to know that he was only twenty, which was not old enough to order a drink.
"Can't even get a drink here. Pft. Ah, well." Moving his tongue around the back of the inside of his lip piercing--which people constantly told him looked bad on him, but he kept it anyway--he peered around, leaning against the counter. "How the hell am I supposed to find that pretty little face in such a crowd?" Now, once could almost sense a touch of sarcasm in his tone if one listened, but hardly. Really, when had black hair become so commonplace? And the room was filled with plenty of oddities as it was. Kairuu seemed to be a magnet, attracting in all the undesireables. Of course, he realized, he had to place himself in with that bunch, as well as all those other famous people, and even Aaron Doreli himself, the richest man in Kairuu--and those beautiful kids of his. Chad slipped his hands into his pockets; between his side and his arm was kept a thin box, wrapped neatly in holiday paper.
Really, he wasn't huge on holidays. But this one seemed interesting enough, with the party and gift-giving. He wanted to get something cool for the person he'd got, but unfortunately there weren't many ideas jotted down on the paper with the guy's name and face on it. He wondered if the person he got would even recognize him as being the star VelX skater? He figured it was possible, but somehow unlikely. The person didn't honestly look like someone into skating. But, not really caring, Chad continued looking for the ebony-haired individual, chewing on his piercing all the while.
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Dec 31, 2008 15:20:50 GMT -5
"Fuck, man, you realize that there's probably plenty of pricey stuff laying around within arm's reach? No one'll see, we could snag something and pawn it off and -- oh shit, are those them deviled egg things? I love those. Damn."
Landon was usually chatty, but today even more-so than usual. Perhaps it was the crowd's excitement and cheer, contagious whether he wanted to admit it or not. Maybe he was just eager to get his gift (probably not give it, but get it, sure) and that anticipation hyped him up.
Chances were that he was just being Landon. Poor Oliver had to deal with him either way.
'Tis the season to be jolly, blah-bluh-blah-blahblah. Fa la la la. Whatever. In truth, while the atmosphere had him pumped and the prospect of thieving something expensive and getting a gift were both factors that influenced his behavior, he was also waiting for the right moment to give what he'd gotten Oli. With any luck, the blond boy would like it; without the luck, he'd bitch about how Landon could've gotten something better, but whatevs.
Not yet. Right now, deviled eggs. Fuck yeah. He made a beeline for the snack table, passing by Jun as he went.
Jun was blabbing away, loudly and emphatically, with lots of wide hand and arm gestures. "Utopian Rebellion is here! Can you believe that? Okay, well, I can believe it. This party is freaking huge, so you know. Yeah. But still! We can definitely snag an interview after they play! How cool with that be, right?!"
"Mhmm," Odele answered, scanning the crowd and fingering the stringy handle to her gift bag. She was a bit nervous, but looking forward to finding her Secret Santa, and looking forward to getting a word with Utopian Rebellion after that. (It had been one of her Christmas wishes, after all, so of course she was excited. But did she ever look excited? Nah.) It was just... she didn't quite know what to expect from her Secret Santa. She'd seen his picture, could get a kind of vague sense of him from his wish list, but... still.
Jun, of course, was just excited to the extreme. Odele felt a little bad for the guy he'd been assigned to; Jun would jump him the second he spotted him. (Lucky that Jun wasn't observant enough to spot him too quickly.)
And speaking of being jumped, Kim was certain that it was going to happen to her any second now. Oh Arceus, she hated parties, hated crowds, but... but, well, it was in the Christmas spirit to be festive and all. Just... gah, she was just so jumpy, because she couldn't possibly know what type of people were in that crowd. There were so many of them, she didn't doubt that there could be one psycho killer for every ten people and she'd never be able to tell. Too many people, too crowded, and there was a band setting up, it'd get loud(er) soon...
She couldn't do this. Deep breaths, come on, breathe, yes you can do this--
No! Gahhh!
"Honey," mewled Ene the Skitty, sounding slightly agitated; he was being held in Kim's arms, after all, so her violent trembling made him feel like he was getting squeezed to death by a massage chair. "you need to calm down. You'll be fine. Just go in there and find your partner, okay? Give him the gift -- and no, he will not be a psycho with a vendetta against you, why would he be? -- and then you can leave if you want. ... 'Course, you'll be able to snag some yummy food for me from the snack bar first. Right? 'Course you will! So go on, breathe in..."
She did.
"Good, good. Now slowly breathe out."
Hoooo. Okay. Okay, she was okay. Count to three, then go in there. She'd do her best -- no! She'd do better than that, she would do this. Get pumped! Whoo! Okay! One... two...
THREE GO GO GO GO!
She zoomed from the patio into the ballroom, and immediately felt claustrophobic when she was surrounded by other people. Crap. Hopefully she could do this.
Ellery could relate to feelings of claustrophobia. Pressed with his back against a wall in the ballroom, he nervously scanned over the party guests. So strange... He'd come in thinking that his Secret Santa would be easy to spot, since he was a morph and all, and he didn't think that morphs were that common. Upon walking in, however, he'd been shocked to see masses of the morphs, most of them weirder than his partner. He'd seen people with scales, horns, wings, fangs, claws, spikes, scales, fur, blue skin, green skin, extra appendages (wings, tails), feathers... One or two had been walking on all fours.
This region was going to take some getting used to.
It was frustrating that amongst the crowd of strange strangers, even the morph he'd been assigned to did not stand out. How would he ever find someone in a crowd like this? His chest felt tight, and not just because of his illness. He was nervous. What if he couldn't find his partner? Worse, what if he did, but the morph didn't like his present? He had been worried that his present wouldn't be enough, but he'd taken it right off the wishlist he'd been given, so...
Guh. It just felt too impersonal. Maybe he should've made something to give, too. Except, like what? He couldn't think of anything...
But whatever. He needed to get in there, because he'd been hoping his Secret Santa would come by for the past fifteen minutes and thus-far no luck. Time to actively look. "Bloody hell," he rasped quietly to himself, grimacing at the thought of being surrounded by all of those people, shoved around and deafened by the noise of chatter. He wasn't good at these sort of get-togethers.
Darby, on the other hand, felt right at home in the center of that crowd. Ahhh, crowds; he loved crowds, and the holiday season always meant that there was an excess of them everywhere. Crowds meant cover, safety in numbers. Crowds meant plenty of unsuspecting saps to thieve. And holiday season crowds meant that half of the people in the crowds would have fat wallets, and the other half would have empty ones.
Lucky for him, people weren't tough to read with a little practice. Usually he could pick out the hoarders from the more abundant givers. They were the ones he targeted, because after all, if they didn't have the generosity to give a gift to someone by their own free will, he'd take a little "present" for himself. That's what they got for being stingy. (Not like he chose them on any heroic whim or anything. They just had the most moolah.)
He weaved easily between the mass of strangers, a predatory glint to his eye. Would have been more fitting if he'd been slithering. Darby was small and inconspicuous, so he didn't gather much attention. Good. If someone was watching him when he pickpocketed, he'd probably get busted, especially since people got all huffy about Scrooges like him this time of year. Fuck them, not like he cared.
Yet, while he locked on to a suit-and-tie-wearing young man who seemed to have more important things to do than be at this stupid party, he also scanned the crowd from the corner of his eyes for his Secret Santa partner. Might as well find him early so he could decide whether or not to give him anything. He'd bought a present, sure, but he could always figure that the dude was too much of a douche and just keep it for himself. Plus, he had a second part to his gift in mind... The wishlist he'd been given had certainly been interesting, and after all, it'd be kinda like a present for him too.
Heh.
He'd only do it if this guy turned out to be tolerable, though. And hopefully he wouldn't smell like shit or anything, though from the picture he didn't imagine so; maybe drugs. But he could deal with the smell of drugs. He hoped the guy was a dealer. Then he could buy some. Merry Christmas, bahaha.
Gui didn't waste any time stepping off of the stage upon overhearing Metis. He was out of there, moving through the crowd that sometimes parted like water for him and that sometimes he had to shove his way through, depending on who was in front of him and how much attention they were paying. The bar was his destination, of course; he wanted a fucking drink.
His determination and one-track mind got him there fast. Sat down at the bar, flagged down the bartender, ordered a beer. Once it was on the counter in front of him, the bottle cold and moist to the touch, he relaxed and started to glance around casually. He didn't doubt that Scott would be over soon, so he'd have someone to chat with if he felt like it. There were others at the bar, though; some big guy, a morph with an eye patch, another morph with feathers, and a few other people that he didn't really pay much mind to.
He'd wait for Scott or just sit there on his own. Either way was completely fine with him; he wasn't a social sort of guy. He was pretty sure that he'd spotted his Secret Santa partner out in the crowd of the ballroom, but right now, he didn't care. She could wait. Right now, he was going to enjoy his drink, loosen up a bit because of it, then maybe give it to her. Good plan. He'd just have to make sure not to get too drunk before the show.
Whatever. He took a swig.
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Post by Lara on Dec 31, 2008 15:44:39 GMT -5
Cain's mouth was set in a grimace, having finally spotted Abel making his way into the room. Luckily, he hadn't been spotted yet, but that just meant he needed to find his Secret Santa and get out of there before that changed. Whereas he hadn't been looking that hard before, he began to scan the room again in earnest, pulling out the card he had been given, his invitation, in order to look at the picture a second time. After reading the name and placing the image in his mind, he finally spotted who it was he was looking for.
'Huh, he looks even more businesslike in person. Kinda stands out, if you ask me.' That was his first impression, but then again, he wasn't here to take much notice of people. He was just here to give his gift and get out.
And great, this would place him even closer to Abel. Oh well; he knew his brother wouldn't interrupt if he started a conversation. This gave him all the more reason to get over there quickly, and so he wheeled himself towards the man, maneuvering his chair around the other people in the area.
He waited until he was close enough for the man to hear casual conversation before coming to a stop, putting himself in front of the guy. "Tarou?" he asked, just to make sure, less there secretly be some other business-like man standing around. Chances were good that wasn't true, though. "...Here. Happy holidays." He held out one hand, which was now shown to have been holding a Pok?ball loosely inside. He hadn't been feeling guilty or anything, but something had told him to at the very least put some ribbon on it or something, and so he had. Now he just wanted to get rid of it. It wasn't like he even needed one Spinarek, let alone two. Abel had, in fact, spotted Cain at some point during his search for his own Secret Santa. Unfortunately, he had also noticed that his brother was moving towards someone, and while he couldn't tell who that person was, he knew it wouldn't be fair to interrupt. 'I should just look for my own,' he thought, idly petting a tiny Spinarek nestled in his lap, a tiny red bow surrounding its neck. His other hand reached into the satchel at his side, pulling out the photo of the person he was supposed to look for.
He couldn't spot them at first - kind of crazy, really, considering how much the boy seemed to stand out in the photo he had - but Abel finally saw him headed towards the bar, carrying something that looked like an unhatched egg. Well, even if he was giving his gift as well, Abel was anxious to see if he liked the gift he had prepared, so he wheeled himself towards the bar. Now that other people were searching for their own secret santas, it was a bit harder to maneuver, but Abel managed to get through without bumping into anyone.
"Hey, Dakota?" he started as he made it to the bar, doing so more to draw the boy's attention than to make sure it was the right person. After all, he really didn't think he got it wrong. Sarah was still making her way through the crowd, excitedly observing each person, each Pok?mon they were carrying, and basically just everything in general. There were so many people! She had been a tiny bit disheartened to have not spotted her secret santa yet, but that was okay! She still had other places to search, and she was sure they'd show up eventually even if she couldn't find them.
No, that wasn't him... No.. No... Nope... There was still no sign of --- Sarah stopped in her tracks, standing a little off to the side of the bar by this point, amazed to see what looked like a bird-like Pokemorph. She was no stranger to Pokemorphs, of course, but... instantly, she was burning with questions. But should she ask them now? No, no, that wouldn't be fair to the person Sarah could see starting to talk with her already. Still, she definitely had to speak with the girl at some point tonight~. She made a note of it and then started to move in the other direction, continuing to search, but with a great deal more excitement in her mind. Trailing behind her the entire time was a tiny Growlithe who seemed just as excited as she was. An orange ribbon with tattered ends circled its neck, but it quickly became obvious that it hadn't been tattered when originally put on the baby Pok?mon when the Growlithe began chewing on the end closest to its mouth while it walked. Elijah was getting more and more nervous by the minute. His hands kept clenching and unclenching around the gift bag he was holding, causing the entire thing to shake a bit, making a rattling sound as the contents inside shifted. He had made it back to the open door separating the patio from the main room, but was too nervous to actually head inside. Maybe he wouldn't have to? His eyes scanned the room, attempting to spot the face of the girl on the card he had been given.
When he didn't immediately spot the person, his face fell, thinking he might actually have to go in. But, wait, he hadn't checked the area he was already in! His spirits rose at the thought that the person he was looking for might have been outside the entire time, and he turned and began to look around. Sure enough~! A grin of relief crossed his face as he began to walk towards the girl seated in one of the chairs. "<Um, excuse me?>" he started, nervous once again. She didn't look like anyone he should be afraid of, but then again, people in general seemed to make him nervous. "<I-I think I'm your secret santa. Are you...Harper?>" There was a pause before he said her name, trying to remember the way the man had pronounced it, the one who had read the card to him. Elizabeth finally felt ready to stand up again and start actively searching the room for the person she was to give a gift to. She couldn't help but hope that he liked the gift she had prepared, but more importantly, she was just happy to be able to give someone a gift. If they liked it, it made things all the more better, and a little less awkward.
Speaking of which, someone had mentioned that her person was with the band, hadn't they? It was probably best for her to actually look towards the stage, considering how he was likely still over there. Unless he had gone off to give his own gift, of course...
Her secret santa was nowhere in sight, but she wasn't about to be deterred. She resumed her search among the rest of the crowd... Was that someone sitting on the ground? From her angle, it certainly looked... Yes, that must be him. Rising from her seat, she made her way towards the center of the room, clutching a small box in her hand, suddenly wondering if, perhaps, she should have brought something bigger to give him alongside this gift. "Excuse me, Clod? [/b]" She gave the man a moment, just to make sure it was the right person, then pushed on. " Hi, I'm Elizabeth. I have a gift for you.[/b]" Again, her fingers fiddled with the small package in her hand, tapping unconsciously, but not in any particular beat. Inside the gift was the silver chain she had found while browsing one of the stores. It was the two charms attached that had solidified the decision to purchase it for him - the peace sign, the globe, representing the one other item on his list that hadn't been drugs, which she could never have brought herself to buy for anyone. She hoped he liked it... [/blockquote] Jamie was taking his time when it came to searching for his secret santa. There were so many people in the crowd that he wanted to give things to, and so many Pokeballs in his satchel that were holding Pok?mon he hoped would go to good homes tonight. It was such an exciting feeling! But the rest would have to wait. Right now, there was one special Pok?mon in the Pok?ball in his hand, wrapped nicely in a ribbon, that he needed to give to her new owner, along with the nicely wrapped box that was nestled inside his satchel.
The man he was looking for was in the band, he knew that much, but it was clear that most of the members of said band had already cleared the stage to search for their own secret santas. That made it a bit more difficult, but the stage was still his best bet - after all, he hadn't passed the man yet. With a smile, he headed for the stage... Ah, yes, there we go. He hadn't traveled far, it seemed.
"Metis," he started, extending the hand that wasn't holding on to the Pok?ball. "My name is Jamie. I'm your secret santa tonight." His words were accompanied by a charming smile. Hopefully, the man in front of him would prove worthy of the Pok?mon in his hand.
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Post by bijuu. on Dec 31, 2008 17:10:17 GMT -5
"...y-you sure she'll like me, Artie?" the Buneary whimpered into the Linoone 'morph's ear as said young man stood on his tiptoes in a pitiful attempt to see over a sea of mingling people, all in hopes of locating a certain girl neither of them had met before. Artemis scanned the crowds, tilting his head this way and that and even bouncing on the balls of his feet a few times to add some height to his diminutive five-foot-six. A defeated sigh escaped his glossed lips and he curled them into a frown, taking a moment to glance at the Buneary on his shoulder and then resuming his prowl through the crowd.
"Trust me, this Odele girl seems like she'd take great care of you. I think she's from that radio show or something, what's it named now... but anyway. I just hope she likes my present, I've no experience with what females are like." he muttered under his breath with no real malice intended, and slipped through a throng of people, snarling disapprovingly and feeling a small blush rise to his cheeks when a young man who clearly had already had more than his share of drinks loosely wrapped his hand around the 'morph's tail and ran his fingers through the luxuriant fur as if wanting to see whether or not the appendage was real.
After a good amount of bleary exclamations and asking the Linoone boy to come and have a drink, Artemis finally got away, huffing slightly from the encounter, cornflower blue doe eyes slightly wider than they had been, and wondering why he hadn't asked his brother to accompany him, his keen senses finally detected the person he was looking for -- the girl was standing by the snack bar with another man, looking reasonably calm despite the ramblings of her partner. Artemis felt suddenly nervous and slowed upon approach, shyly gazing up at the dark-skinned female, and cleared his throat. "...Odele?"
While his brother searched for this Odele person, Noah languidly continued to sip his drink, swirling the ice in the glass and watching the mint leaves mingle in the clear liquid. He didn't drink too often, but that was not to say he got wasted easily; he could handle a fair amount of alcohol thanks to already having a body tolerant of all kinds of toxins. Nox was quite relaxed; almost a little too much, actually. One of his rabbit-like ears were drooping and he had a dreamy expression on his face, quietly rasping his rough tongue over his daughter's ears; she was to look as presentable as possible when Noah finally found his Secret Santa. Both Umbreon were getting a massive amount of attention, Nox especially for his unique coloration and sleek physique. Most of the people admiring him had never seen a shiny Umbreon, much less a normal and shiny in the same place, under the control of a single trainer.
The Koffing 'morph's attentions were swayed by the arrival of Dakota, who wasted no time in plopping himself in a free seat beside his partner, instantly voicing a request for some sweet, fruity little drink Noah immediately recoiled at the idea of; chewing his lip for a moment, the Poison-type 'morph tilted his head to the side and took a long, if not even showy, drink of his own beverage. "...you just know how to ask for stuff, don't you?" he smirked playfully, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss quite squarely on the lips before calling over the bartender and relaying the request to the man. Not quite convinced Dakota was of age, he gave the pink-and-white-haired boy a suspicious stare, until Noah cocked an eyebrow and curled one corner of his mouth into a questioning frown. "Is there a problem? I wouldn't be buying him anything if he wasn't of age." the Koffing 'morph said delicately, though there was an underlying trace of venom in his voice.
Once the man had scooted off to prepare the drink, Noah tugged the gift bag closer to his reach and located the card he'd been given. "...some kid called Oliver. Hn. Artemis is off looking for his; he figured he might as well. I'll find this kid when he gets back. The bastard better be grateful for what I'm giving him; what about you?" he flicked the card over in his hands and slipped it back into his pocket, then motioned to the pretty little female Umbreon on the ground at the foot of his chair. She gazed up at Dakota haughtily, and then turned her head to the side and allowed him the view of only one bloodred eye, which she trained on a point somewhere in the crowd.
Blair had barely looked up from his Blue Hawaii since he arrived; he'd come to the conclusion that whoever had gotten him would either look for him, or just wander about aimlessly until Blair decided to vacate the bar and take a look around. Wren yawned widely, his boredom already showing through, and rolled over on his back, quite undiscreetly lolling about on the floor and purring as his tail lashed in a maniacal fashion. The bowtie around his neck wasn't shaken loose yet, thank Arceus. The girl they were supposed to be looking for wasn't exactly any more confident than Blair had hoped, if that wasn't hint enough.
A certain Horsea 'morph was skirting the crowds nervously while at the same time trying to locate a certain girl named Sarah while he still had the courage to; Leevi was leading the way, already having seen a picture of said girl, and quickly weaved through the masses of humans, Pokémon, and Pokémorphs while tugging at Cree's free hand. Upon sight of the girl in question, however, Cree slowed nervously, and adapted an anxious expression, clutching the Pokéball in his hand and biting his lip as he shuffled toward Sarah, making a small sound to make the girl acknowledge her, if even a little. "...excuse me. A-are you Sarah..? I'm Cree. I have a gift for you..." he mumbled softly; holding out the Net Ball in his hand, silently berating himself for not putting the sphere in a bag or something at least instead of just tying the ribbon around it.
Oh well, he could regret that later.
ooc; I'm posting for Marley in my next post. My cramps are getting worse and I haven't eaten anything aside from a small handful of Cheez-Its and a single Dorito since having McDonald's last night for dinner.
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Post by [Shoe ♥]! on Dec 31, 2008 18:04:36 GMT -5
"Oh, no, I didn't have to audition or anything. I was just caught in the moment, someone important saw me, and I was cast in quite the few movies. Don't worry, doll, it could happen to you, too. Just know what you want~" The feathered pokemorph practically purred, chattering with the bar tender absently, annoyed to no end about how the conversation was turning out. This was why she didn't like going out as Aerie Eerie - too many stares. She was famous, but not exactly in the best way one could be known. Apparently, this man had seen a few of her movies, and was deeply interested in how she got her start - like it was any of his business anyway. Ugh, she knew she should have worn her goggles; not her skimpy, 'flashy' clothing she was wearing now.
She was just about to disengage with grace when another voice invaded her presence. A strongly accented voice that was... strangely familiar. Oh! Of course she'd heard it before. Her manager liked her to become accustomed to all the up and coming talent in all sorts of agencies, and this "Jonas" was definitely rising. Might as well put in a good word while he was right there. The bartender was completely forgotten in her fluster to be polite and cheerful, like her image prodded her to be.
"Aww~! Thankyou, darling~ Glad you could find me; I kinda do stand out in a crowd, don't I? Anyway, I'm Ace, as you know; but known better as Aerie Eerie. I've heard my manager talk about you, doll. Jonas, right?
[/b]" She ruffled her wing feathers adorably, just to prove any point she might have been trying to make, and took a side-long glance at her bag. It was considered rude to open gifts in front of other people, right? Might as well not risk his anger - that manager of hers would have a conniption. So instead, she simply took it aside, caressing the thin ribbon tenderly. Hopefully this guy had had the sense to give her what she wanted - he was in a band, after all, and music was better than drugs, sex, and sweets all rolled up into one. The porn star vaguely remembered that she had a gift to give to someone (she had the money in her pocket... it started with a J, right? No, she was just thinking of the star she was talking to right now... G~! G! That was it. G...), but he could wait. She had bigger fish to fry. Elsewhere, a certain blond boy was having his left ear talked off, while scanning the room for his Secret Santa. Oh, he knew what he looked like. And Klavvy dear did as well. There was no way in hell that he would allow someone to hear his butchered English that could recognize it later, so he was going to play it safe. It wasn't going to be hard... just had to spot someone in a huge crowd... of strangers... that he didn't know. " Shush. It no helping you talking on it. We getting troubles that way. Quiet. Act natural. We among too many peoples for this, Landon.... Food okay, though. Sees if they having something sweet for me, nein?[/b]" Granted, Landon had a point - there were some exquisite pieces of property just begging to be taken from their rightful place, but he had other worries on his mind. Not to mention the bombs he had rigged up in the bathroom an hour before he was supposed to come - just in case something happened that he and Landon simply couldn't back out of. It wasn't enough to kill, but it would prove to be quite the distraction... just in case. Landon was rather good at sparking the wrong amount of attention at the wrong time. Speaking of time, it was precisely 6:29 PM. His fingers affectionately fondled the detonator in his pocket before he gave a blind nod to Klavier in the almost general direction of where his giftee laid. The other male was surrounded by others - definitely not a situation he'd like to get himself into, he decided dully. Though, while Landon was gone, it did make the perfect opportunity to send his sissy-ish (secretly adored) gift on its way. Klavier picked up immediately, and, carrying the semi-bowed plush present in her mouth (along with a piece of notebook paper), scampered off to meet this "Nema." She found him quickly, and, in flawless English (it was odd being able to speak three languages, but the Abra didn't find herself caring), said, " Hello, Mister Nema. My name is Klavier, and I'm here on behalf of my trainer Oliver - he's your Santa. Umm... he told me to give you this plush doll.. he had quite the time deciding, I'll tell you. But since you asked for a hug and he's impersonal and rude, I think he thought this would suffice. He's had it for years actually, the bum. Also, I think he was trying to get rid of it because he thought it might spoil his image or something, the silly. Its name is Sparker, but you can rename it... or erm.. he wrote a note, actually. That he ripped, the slob." The Pokémon seemed to notice that she was rambling, and as such blowing cover. How would Oli like to be presented here? No matter, it was time to put this at an end... " Anyway! We both wish you the happiest of holidays, and do take care! If you'd like to yell at him or something, he's that short blond boy with the large sunglasses. I tell him not to wear them inside but... um.. right. Too much. Anyway, bye~![/b]" With that, she scampered back to her trainer, eyes gleaming with "mission accomplished!" Do-De-Doo~! ♪ Nema has received An Old Pichu Plush! ....And A Death Threat! {yay..?}Tarou, on the other hand, had no intention of giving his gift at the moment. The guy could wait... ugh. He was a pokemorph, right? A.. sickly looking one, at that. And not the kind that was actually sick, by no means, but the kind that could get you dangerously ill just by wishing it to be so. Pokemorphs had no place in the business man's mind - they were lower than women in quite a few ways. Disgusting half-breeds. Granted, he had never met one (he never even knew they existed before arriving at Kairuu), but it didn't mean he was inclined to try. Oh well. Maybe he'd have manners or something. That's all the man could hope for, in any case. Weren't Pokémon wild beasts? That meant that the 'morphs of them couldn't exactly be a civilized bunch.. oh well. Maybe he'd be interesting, and give him information on Illu. Not that he had helped him with his wish list much - he couldn't go out of his time to collect poisons off of disgusting Pokémon or catch Onixes. Though he did (for the sake of pleasing someone) hope it was acceptable. He was just going to go to the bar and order a few drinks as he waited to see someone interesting or polite looking (that wasn't some slut of a woman, of course), when someone wheeled out in front of him. In a wheelchair! By Arceus! Poor man; demeaned to such a state. Tarou knew that most people in such a condition hated being pitied, but he simply couldn't help it. Could he even accomplish anything in that state...? Did he deserve to be in such a predicament? He must have. He must be some type of bad person - that was it. People didn't just get put into wheelchairs because they were good people. Oh, the naiveity of the black and white mind! Though, he couldn't help but smile when he was presented with the gift. Was that a bow? How.. vaguely endearing. Illu would have spoiled him rotten, but a Pokémon was always a pleasant gift. He plucked it from Cain's hand with an air of dignity, and twirled it with two fingers. " That was kind of you - thank you. Oh, and Miyagi will do - I despise it when people call me by my first name. I suppose I'll let you go... ah-hah... I never got your name. What is it, pray tell?[/b]" " Oh, come off it, Clod, that couldn't have possibly happened." " I can't believe you sometimes, Woof-baby~ I mean, you were there with me, yeah." " Then why don't I remember a word of it, love?" " I don't know, yeah, maybe you have like, no memory or something.[/b]" " I'm pretty sure anyone would remember you popping on top of the table and dancing, getting all the attention of all the beautiful people.[/b]" " Why do you doubt me so much, Woofie? Hmm. Okay, I stretched the truth a little, yeah. Sorry, yeah. But I bet it was an entertaining story, yeah!" The long-haired man grinned, inviting his Pokémon on to his shoulder. With an exaggerated sigh, the Spinerak crawled on his arm, and nestled herself into his hair. The little bird guest squeaked with laughter at their relationship as a whole. An entire night of this was something to look foward to... though the Natu was having doubts about the person she was going to be given to. Such worry that was easily detected in the normally fuzzled looking Clod. " And don't worry, Natty~ I wouldn't give Pokémon to just anyone, you know. I inspected this guy, Ellery, yeah. Got his hospital records. Poor guy just wants some more time to live, and to enjoy it while he's got it. Isn't that what we all should aspire to do? Enjoy life? Yeah? He doesn't even have hair anymore, yeah! Can you believe it? I feel sorry for him. I mean, I'd rather die than cut my hair, yeah. Symbol of my liberation, yeah![/b]" The rock star nodded, picking up the bird Pokémon gently, and rubbing it against his face with tenderness. He was just about to go stand up and look for the poor child, but someone new took away his attention. A cute little girl! Aww, and she had a present for him? How sweet of her~! Of course it was probably because she was his secret santa or something, but still. He always did love it when people gave him gifts, no matter how big or small. Ellery and the band could wait (he was supposed to play tonight, right? He did like playing in any case, but this mood didn't seem right. Oh well). He had to say thank you to umm... Elizabeth~! How cute! Daughter of God. Dog! Like Woof! Oh, how awesome, yeah! " Oh, thankyou Elizabeth, yeah! Can I call you anything else? Lizzy? Beth? Eliza? Ohh~ do you mind if I open it, yeah? I doubt you do~[/b]" With that, Clod gave the new girl a begging look, one of childish 'you have a present for me gimmiegimmiegimmie.' " Oh! And I'm sorry for being rude~ Do you wanna sit down next to me, yeah? Lots of people like sitting next to me. Oh! And do you wanna piggy back ride? I give a lot of those, yeah~!" Spazz, unlike the current mood of the room, was nothing close to excited. This entire thing seemed to be one huge joke - no one was doing anything crazy, people weren't getting hurt, and no one was trying to fight over presents or anything. How fucking boring. A flicked an oddly placed fin in annoyance, trying to figure out just why in the world he came in the first place. The guy he had to give shit to probably wouldn't even like the gift, knowing people. They didn't appreciate shit. Well, okay, fine - half the gift was a sack of coffee beans of a flavor he had decided he hated (he spat it out, it was that bad), and the other half was one of the most expensive things he could pick up at the shop. Having a trust fund did that do you. You didn't put a value on anything anymore, not that he cared. Well, as long as it was him. The pokemorph realized how big of a hypocrite this made him seem. Not that he cared, again. Life was too boring to care about most of the time. So he resorted to bitching at his bitch... well, okay, he was a male Growlithe, but whatever. He could be his bitch if he wanted him to be. He was his fucking Pok?mon, so fuck. " I'll tell you fucking what, Silent Tom, this is boring as fuck. There hasn't been a fight, an explosion, a cat fight, an attractive anything, or even my Secret-Fucking-Santa. I thought I would get here, deal a little here, deal a little there, watch some rock shit while getting high out of my mind, invite that fellow of mine to take a seat, exchange our gift shit, and forget about it all in the morning. But guess what's happening right now? That's right, nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. I don't even see that bitch I'm supposed to deliver to! Fuck, man! Damnit, I need a smoke or something. Shit...." Silent Tom, as always, stayed quiet by his heels. Elias, however, was neither ecstatic nor bored. The best word to describe him would be... well, downright frantic. And he didn't even have anyone to complain to - opting to leave Eileen in her Pok?ball, just so he could more easily try and meet someone. But gah! All these people! He would never find the one he was looking for! His hair stiffened and softened at sporadic, odd intervals, and his clawed fingers were twitching emptily with fear. He didn't even bring his present! The guy had been a surfer, so for fun he had left it on the beach... along with a box of chocolate that must have weighed one hundred pounds. Now, the Nidoran 'morph wasn't exactly a weakling, but that would have been tiresome to lug around. So he put an umbrella over it to shield it from the hot, beach sun, and stuck a new surfboard next to it. But now he was having second thoughts. What if someone had stolen it?! He had put a lock box on the chocolate, kinda (okay, on the inside of the umbrella), and put them close together. Maybe thieves weren't interested in surf gear and chocolate? Oh, and not to mention he might have put it a little too close to the shore line.... Oh, Arceus, he needed a drink. {Lyra really hasn't done anything with herself, since I'll just update with her in my next post. Assume she's just prancing around aimlessly still.} [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Lara on Dec 31, 2008 20:22:26 GMT -5
Sarah still had found no trace of the person she was giving a gift to at some point that night, but was still managing to enjoy herself, walking around and looking at all the wonderful things. At one point during her escapade, she heard a small sound that drew her attention, curious to know who or what had made it. What she saw made her grin brightly. "Oh, a Horsea morph! How cool! Yes, I'm Sarah, and it's nice to meet you, Cree~!" Sarah was positively delighted to meet the adorable boy in front of her - the fact that he had a gift for her was just an added bonus.
"Really? For me? Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, beaming as she took notice of the strange Pok?ball in the boy's hand. "It's blue! How neat~." Just like Sarah, to take delight over the smallest detail. She gently accepted the gift offered to her by Cree, staring down at it with a cheerfully curious expression. "What Pok?mon's inside? Oh, oh, don't tell me. Can I open it now, or should I wait?" She was chattering away by this point, trying to figure out what might possibly be inside the sphere. She hoped it was a flying Pok?mon, but really, any Pok?mon would be awesome~. The guy Cain had approached finally took notice of him, but Cain couldn't say he appreciated the expression's in the guy's eyes. It wasn't too noticeable, per say, but there was just something about it... Oh well. Again, Cain wasn't here to make friends. He had given the guy his gift, and - oh, so he wanted his name? "Alright. Miyagi, then. I'm Cain." So the guy didn't want to be called by his first name? The card should have told him that, then. Oh well. Elizabeth thought it was kind of sweet, how the man seated on the ground was looking out for the two Pok?mon he had around him. They seemed to have a good relationship, though it did sound like one of them would be given away tonight. He seemed very charming in general, with the way he was speaking to her.
Nicknames? That was alright; Elizabeth had never had an issue with any nickname people could come up with for her. "All of those are fine. And of course you can open it!" She couldn't help but laugh at the expression he was presenting when it came to opening his gift. This was why she was here, to give someone the happiness that came with getting a present.
"Oh, no, that's quite alright," she said, holding a hand up lightly as if to keep him from actually trying his latest suggestion. A piggy back ride? No, no, it would be no good to do that. "I'll sit, though, while you open your gift," she then added afterwards, lightly coming down into a crouch, and from there into a seated position on the ground, legs underneath her rather than crossed, as his were. It would be a better view to see his expression when he actually opened his gift. She certainly hoped he would be as excited about it after opening the box as he was just holding it!
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Post by `jαzz on Dec 31, 2008 22:12:48 GMT -5
It was hard to hear anything above the numerous voices flooding the main ballroom. Kahale, though he was rather enjoying the party, could tell that his Cubone was not having quite as much fun. The protective young man didn't trust such a small Pok?mon wandering around on his own in such a crowd, so Jasper was currently nestled crook of Kahale's arm.
"What? ..Who did I get?" Kahale repeated, leaning in closer to Atticus in order to hear him better. "Um...it says here I that I've been assigned to some guy named Landon? I think that's right..." he mumbled, more to himself than his companion. Glancing down at the picture, he tried to memorize the boy's face. It wouldn't be too hard to track this person down, even in such a crowd. Looking up, Kahale allowed his eyes to scan the ballroom.
"Hey, Atticus! I think I see the person I'm supposed to do the Secret Santa thing for." He motioned towards the snack table. "I'll be right back. I just want to go give him his gift. ...You can tag along, if you want.
[/b]" Kahale gave Atti a small grin, then made his way over to where the boy with the extremely colorful hair was standing. He sincerely hoped that the boy appreciated his present. Before reaching his Secret Santa partner, Kahale paused to fish his gifts out of his pack. " Alright Jasper, I'll have to put you down for a sec. Don't go wandering off.[/b]" The small Pok?mon scoffed slightly. Like he'd actually want to have anything to do with this gathering. In one arm, Kahale was carrying a stone grey Pok?mon egg. In the other was a small package. Maneuvering around a few more guests, he finally reached the place where Landon was carrying. " Excuse me. Are you Landon? I just wanted to stop by and give you your presents." He held out the egg and the package for the other kid to take. Sealed inside the box was an assortment of hair dyes, and a Metal Coat. Kahale hoped that it would complement the stone snake contained within the egg well. Moz was extremely close to just getting up and leaving. He honestly didn't care whether or not he delivered his gift or not. The bar was filling up fast, and he was beginning to feel more and more claustrophobic. The noise wasn't helping much either. His hypersensitive ears were ringing as a result from all of the yelling and talking. Pinching his fingers over this bridge of his nose, Moz wearily called for the bartender to bring him another shot of liquor. Downing the glass in one swig, the Persian 'morph excused himself from the bar, taking the Pok?mon egg and the neatly wrapped gift box that had previously been sitting as his feet with him. " ..Might as well go find this...Darby kid." He hated crowds. It was so damn hard to push your way through them. Now, where was this person he was supposed to find? He could hardly remember what his Secret Santa partner looked like. Reaching into the inner pocket of his leather jacket, Moz quickly consulted the card with the kid's picture on it. Luckily, it didn't take the 'morph very long to locate Darby at all. " ...Heh. There's the little weasel." His gaze was fixed on shady-looking young kid who was currently wandering around the ballroom. " Let's get this over with." Weaving between a group of people, Moz was able to catch up with his partner. " Hey. Darby, right? I got your gifts. So...yeah." Unlike some of the other guests that she'd seen moping around, Harper was rather enjoying the Ball. She could hardly wait to hear the band play; Utopian Rebellion was supposed to be one of the hottest bands around right now. But even without the music, the young woman was still having a wonderful time. She assumed that it was time to track down her Secret Santa partner. However, she didn't have to go far at all! The boy she was assigned to had already taken the liberty of finding her first. She stood in order to properly greet the Turtwig Pokémorph. " Hi there, doll~ Yes, I'm Harper. You must be Elijah. It's very nice to meet you! It looks like we've been assigned each other for the Secret Santa. Cool![/b]" Opening her satchel, Harper retrieved the presents she'd gotten for Elijah. " I hope you like it! I'm not too terribly good with gifts..." Harper presented him with a Pok?mon egg and a keychain. " Um..it'll probably hatch really soon. I hate to ruin the surprise but...it's a Charmander! The keychain has a Charmander on it too. I thought it was cute. Plus, it matches,[/b]" Harper giggled, flashing him a large grin. " So, are you enjoying to Ball so far?[/b]" " Woo, hic yeah! This is great. I'm glad I decided to come to this thing. Haha, this hic free booze is awesome." Jarek had decided to take a quick break from the crowded ballroom scene, and head over to the bar. There was certainly an interesting crowd that had gathered over here, as well. He spotted a few Pokémorphs, a rather burly looking guy, and a few members of the band that was playing tonight. Everyone else seemed preoccupied by their drinks, so he'd struck up a drunken conversation with the bartender. Though the man behind the counter was hardly paying attention, Jarek was almost too drunk to notice. He just kept rambling on. " So, I was thinking. I should find this person I'm supposed to give a gift too. ..Yep." Stumbling away from the bar, Jarek began his hunt for the person he'd been assigned to for the Secret Santa. Despite his slightly drunken state, he was able to remember the kid he was supposed to find. Wandering around the ballroom, he wasn't having much luck finding the boy. Frustrated, Jarek returned to the bar. Perhaps the boy would show up later. But the minutes passed, and he hadn't seen anyone pass by that remotely resembled Abel. Turning to the bartender, he pulled out the card with the kid's picture on it. " Say...hic have you seen this guy? I haven't seen him all night!" The man eyed him skeptically. " Kid, the person you're looking for is right over there." Glancing around one of the other people seated next to him, Jarek spotted the orange-haired boy in the wheelchair. " Hey, hey! Abel? Hey. I'm your Secret Santa. The name's Jarek!" Unbeknown to Jarek, he was interrupting Abel's own exchange. As he neared the boy, he noticed that he was actually in the middle of something. " Oh, oh..my bad. I'm really hic sorry. I didn't realize...that you were talking to someone. Please, by all means..hic continue![/b]" Oh, thank Arceus! Finally, the well-deserved break Scott had been waiting for. He didn't waste any time in abandoning his equipment on stage and making a break for the bar. Feeling uncomfortable enough around so many people as it was, Scott took a seat next to a familiar face -- Gui, a fellow band mate. " Get me a beer, thanks," he called out to bartender. Once the bottle was in his hand, Scott didn't waste any time downing the liquid. There was nothing like an ice cold beer to wash away any nervousness he might have been feeling. Despite being in the same band with Gui, Scott was still reluctant to strike up a conversation. He wasn't as sociable as the other men in his band, and he really didn't spend a lot of time with them off-stage, as strange as that was. " ...Uh, so. You found your Secret Santa person yet? Or..?" Alright, so he wasn't the best at breaking the ice. -- ooc. I'll post for Wesley and Hannibal in my next post. -is just too lazy- D; [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Lara on Dec 31, 2008 23:23:34 GMT -5
It took a moment for Eli to process that the girl in front of him was not only about to receive a gift from him, but was also prepared to give him one in exchange. That certainly made the idea of the exchange make a bit more sense to him, but it didn't do much to ease his nervousness. Now, what if she had given him an amazing gift, and his wasn't as good? He found himself fretting even as she cheerfully continued to speak.
Eli had to release his nervous grip on the padded bag he was holding in order to get a good grip on the Pok?mon egg and small shiny object presented along with it. Harper called it a... 'key chain'? Managing to hold the egg in the crook of his arm, he held it up for a moment and was surprised to see the image of a Charmander on it. However, his attention was quickly diverted from the key chain to the Pok?mon egg he was holding. "<A...Charmander?>" he repeated, processing the words with widened eyes. Yes, when someone had asked him what it was he wanted for this gift exchange he had immediately said that exact Pok?mon, but he never would have imagined that someone would actually be able to get a hold of one so easily.
As the idea continued to process, a smile began to cross his face, growing wider as the next few moments passed. "<T-thank you... Thank you so much." It wouldn't be the same one he had befriended, but...
Eli might have considered himself not so great at nurturing, but right then and there he made a promise to himself, to care for the baby Pok?mon inside the egg he was holding as best he could. And speaking of nurturing... He gently unraveled the scarf around his neck and placed it around the egg, then carefully put the now-padded egg on the ground, making it seem as if it was in some sort of nest. The key chain went, just as carefully, next to it. Then, he picked back up the bag he had been carrying, holding the entire thing out to her with a slightly shaky hand.
"<I-it's not much, but... These are for you.>" Inside the bag, at the top, was a small package containing a few sparkling bracelets in different shades of purple. He had picked them out, attracted to their shine, and when he discovered that they were the same color she was looking for, he had managed to obtain them, learning a bit about the human way of purchasing things at the same time. Underneath it was a calm blue Pok?mon egg, which was the real reason the bag was padded.
Then came her question of how he was enjoying the celebration. He glanced down for a moment, eyes falling again on the Charmander egg - which he promptly scooped back up now that his hands were free of the bag - and then looked back up at the girl in front of him, who seemed to be so... so, happy just to be there. "<It's... different.>" And loud. And uncomfortable. And filled with entirely too many humans. But... no one had come after him. Harper was being so friendly. Maybe... it wasn't so bad. "<I... kind of like it. Especially out here.>" Yes, out here he could deal with for a good while, even with other people around. "<...What about you?>" Before Abel could even get Dakota's attention, let alone present the boy with the gift he had prepared, there was a voice calling his name, trying to get him to look over. When he did, he saw another man at the bar approaching. "Oh, ah, hello Jarek," he said, a little torn between continuing to try and give Dakota his present or turning and focusing his attention on the man who had actually come up to talk to him.
For a moment, it suddenly appeared that the decision had been made for him, when Jarek realized that he had interrupted Abel's own attempts and promptly said he'd wait. Still, he had gone through the trouble of getting Abel's attention, and Dakota was still busy... Abel felt bad about leaving Jarek hanging. Besides, the man looked... drunk, already. Or at least close to it. He'd feel even worse if the man, from waiting for him, managed to get to a further state that wouldn't let him finish what he had started. Not that he let that on, of course. "No, no, it's okay. I can talk with you, too. You said you're my secret santa?"
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jan 1, 2009 0:16:31 GMT -5
Landon rolled his eyes at Oliver, though he had to admit that the guy had a point; chatting casually about stealing expensive things from the host of this huge party, especially when there were plenty of the party's guests nearby, was not a smart move. He grinned at the food comment, though. "What, ain't I sweet enough?" Batting his lashes, for a moment he attempted to look flirtatious, but then burst out laughing. "Yeah, sure, 'kay."
With that, he made his way closer to the table, snagging a plate (one of those stupid, flimsy paper ones) and putting five deviled eggs upon it before beginning to glance over what else there was to offer. Sweet... hm... like, cake or something? Ooh, that looked like a sorta pastry thing over there. He grabbed for it.
If the room hadn't been loud with chatter anyway, he might have jumped in surprise at the sudden voice close behind him. "Excuse me. Are you Landon? I just wanted to stop by and give you your presents."
Presents? Fuck yeah Seaking!
"Awesome!" cheered Landon, forgetting about the plate in his hands just long enough to nearly drop it; he caught himself in time, luckily. Wouldn't want to dirty the fancy floor or anything. Hah. Looking humorously like a kid at Christmas (well hey, there was a coinkydink; so he was!) with a huge grin on his face and an eager sparkle to his eye, he took the gifts handed to him. An egg, and a package. "Thanks, dude." He shook the package, though the action looked awkward, since he was trying to be careful with the egg at the same time. It made a funny sound, though; something in there sounded like it was made of metal.
Huh. Weird.
"So, what's in the egg? Is it somethin' cool? It's awesome, right? Totally awesome. Tell me, c'mon!" He was tempted to shake the egg, too, but he knew that would do more harm than good. So, he resolved to just watch Kahale eagerly. For all that he claimed not to be big on holidays like this, he sure seemed happy. Briefly, he glanced at Oliver and grinned, holding up his gifts. Then he turned his attention back to Kahale -- only for a bit, though. Now he was all spirited and what-not. He wanted to give Oli his present. Hell, maybe he'd search out his Secret Santa, too, spread the holiday cheer to this Jerek guy.
"You should see the cool stuff I got for my Secret Santa. It's awesome, he'll totally love it! I actually kinda wanted some of the shirts to myself, but... you know, yeah. Maybe I'll go back and buy some--" Jun, still chatting Odele's ear off, paused mid-sentence at the approach of a Linoone Pokemorph. The morph looked up at Odele with a shy sort of look on his face: "Odele?"
She looked down at him and blinked. "Yes?" The boy was strange-looking, but that was just because he was a morph. Not anything too shocking; she'd seen weirder. The cute, pink Buneary on his shoulder caught her eye, though. She was so adorable~! Shy, too, from the looks of it. But she didn't know the morph, and even if the Buneary was shiny, she didn't recognize it, either. So why--?
Oh. Oh! Secret Santa, right? Yes? That could be it. So... well, she didn't see a gift bag or anything... Was that Buneary going to be her present...? Maybe? That was kind of a neat thought, though she wouldn't get her hopes up, just in case.
"Oh hey! You're Odele's Santa, huh?" Jun was talking again. Of course. Now he had a friendly grin on his face and his hands on his hips. "Right? What'd you get her, then? ... Oh, I really should go find my partner, too. Bee-are-bee!"
As he pranced off, Odele had to wonder why she was friends with him. "Bee-are-bee"? ... Honestly? Who actually said that? He was like a very happy, very stupid puppy. Lovable, but obnoxious as hell. Ah, well. At least he had the lovable bit going for him. The fondness and exasperation were obvious enough on her face if one were to look. "Um. Sorry about him."
And Arceus-fucking-damn it, what the fuck?! Darby wanted to snarl at the asshole that dared interrupt him while he was stalking his "prey." Some suit-clad stiff was all preoccupied with conversation, and he'd been positive that the guy would be loaded, but nooo, no free money for Darby, now he'd probably lose sight of him and he'd have to target someone else. Gahhh!
Instead of getting angry, he settled for turning sharply around to face his partner -- well, face his chest, more like. He glanced upwards and tried very hard to hide his rage for about half a second. Then, he noticed that the douche was a Pokemorph. Immediately he felt disgust wash over him, and if it showed on his face, he wouldn't have been surprised; why the hell did there have to be so many fucking morphs in this region? Fuck. Nasty monsters.
He doubted he'd be able to put into words his loathing, and anyway, he wanted his gift, so he'd keep his mouth shut -- at least until he'd gotten it. After that, he could do whatever he wanted. He'd try to not get kicked out until his Secret Santa had gotten his present, too, because he was just such a nice guy. (Pffffft.)
So, he wiped any anger or repulsion off of his face and settled for a sort of indifferent expression.
"Yeah," he answered, confirming that he was, in fact, Darby. "Okay." Nothing more than that necessary, in his opinion. If he had to say anything else then he'd probably piss the guy off, which would be fun but would mean no presents.
Gui glanced up as Scott sat down, and was silently a little pleased that he'd been able to predict the man so well. He liked being right. The guitarist ordered a beer, and upon receiving the drink, he immediately started to guzzle it. That meant quiet from him for a bit, and Gui didn't particularly mind; he took a few gulps of his own beverage while he waited.
But, sure enough, Scott spoke up eventually, and he shrugged in response. "Saw her. Gonna go back and find her later, when I feel like it." Another swig of the beer, a few seconds of quiet. "...You?" Neither of them were chatty, so this conversation was bound to wind up fizzling out and becoming awkward -- at least for Scott. Gui didn't particularly mind.
Idly, he wiggled his beer bottle, sloshing around the alcohol inside. Utopian Rebellion would be on-stage after a couple of performances from other bands, and that would be a nice distraction from this stupid party. Music to drown out the "blah blah blah" of the crowd. Why did people feel the constant need to blab, anyway? What was wrong with just... like... humming to yourself? Or enjoying a bit of peace, you know?
Maybe he was just antisocial and didn't understand. Actually, yeah, that was probably it.
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 1, 2009 3:15:06 GMT -5
As Kahale spoke, Atticus remained quiet, eyes intent on the other; when he started to leave, the boy tried to quietly follow, but after being distracted by the sight of so many Pok?mon making various noises, he'd lost his companion in the crowd. Whimpering, Atticus bit sharply into his lip, sniffing. He hated crowds so much, and he was still terrified. And, worse yet, the shadows cast onto the ground--dancing, twirling, spiraling into chaos and blackness--were beginning to slither towards him. At least, that's what he saw, that's what he believed; it was not true reality, but it was his reality and, for him, that was reality enough.
"I don't want to be here..." he sobbed under his breath to no one in particular, wincing when a stranger bumped into him; and although the man didn't even bother to glance nor apologize at whom he had collided with, Atticus' mind developed the person's form into a snarling, black shape of hate. Backing away, trying to steer his vision to the floor, Atticus carefully pushed his way through the crowd, trying his best to keep from touching others. When he spotted a Cubone following someone, however, he instantly followed the critter, stopping only when it did--nearby Kahale. Heaving a deep breath, Atticus slipped over, carefully holding the young Vulpix with one arm as he plucked the Cubone from the floor and set Jasper on his shoulder before holding the vulpine snugly once again. He practically tacked himself to Kahale once again, though, seeing his companion was talking with someone, tried to keep behind the man as much as possible. For a moment he couldn't help but to lean his head on the back of the other's shoulder, but he figured it would probably seem odd even though he wished it wouldn't, so he quickly removed his head and simply stared at the ground. Admittedly, he was a bit upset over the fact that he wasn't in Kahale's fully undivided attention at the moment, especially when he so felt so clearly restless. But he decided that it was acceptable, given the occasion, and that he'd make the other make up for it by helping him find the person he had been assigned to give a gift to--later, of course.
Dakota, meanwhile, at the bar, simply gave a sexy little grin to the bartender as he handed over the martini; the man still gave him that "I know you're underaged." look, but the man obviously didn't want to start trouble. Dakota seemed to be sure of himself, though; he knew that no one could, or else his uncle would probably simply fire them. He didn't know Aaron that well, unfortunately.
"Well, I do know how to ask for something when I wish to be polite." He gave a cute little smirk as he set martini down and slipped out of his chair, pressing his hips against Noah's knee and slipping his arms around the Koffing 'morph's neck, resting his forehead against the other's. "I'd very much love--hmn?" When he was cut off by someone attempting to get his attention, Dakota blinked for a second before turning around; only, by the time he did, someone had tried to get the attention of the person whom had gotten his attention. Wow.
"Yes, go ahead," the pink-haired male said, offering a warm smile to Jarek; he didn't mind at all. "Go on. What'd you get him?" The youth grinned faintly, eager to see what the person whom was giving him a gift was going to receive; he found it interesting to watch people receive gifts.
On the subject of receiving gifts.
Nema, still seated in his chair, had begun to scan the room for a particular rodent 'morph. Before he could fixate his gaze on the form he had began to notice, however, an Abra was suddenly dividing his attention.
"It's fine," he muttered, at some point or another--likely more than one. He did, however, stare curiously at the gift. Well, this was... interesting. And while reading the note, he was trying to figure out if he should be insulted or flattered; he laughed to himself as he read the last bit, just grinning. "Hah, well. Tell him I said I will cherish it and display it in my room." He laughed to himself again, closing the envelope with the note inside it and carefully set the little plush in the seat, right beside him, the envelope held between the fake Pichu and the arm of the chair.
Once he was left alone again, Nema's eyes went back to searching the room, one hand idly playing with one of the oversized ears, feeling a small, tiny hole beginning to form. After a moment of searching he finally found the Linoone 'morph, chatting it up with some girl nearby the bar. And by the looks of it, he was giving her a gift--so he was assigned some random chick? Ah, well. Nema had, originally, been assigned some guy he'd honestly never heard of before, but when Dakota said he'd gotten Artemis, the Doreli heir immediately demanded they switch--although, in the end, Dakota had gotten something for Artemis and had helped Nema decide on some things to get the boy; and Nema, too, had helped Dakota decide on what to get when it came to the second half of Dakota's gift to the 'morph.
Feeling a bit lazy and not honestly wanting to leave his seat, Nema figured that he'd wait until Artemis was free once more and would simply call him over. In the meantime, he decided to keep his eyes on Artemis, fingers still toying around with the stuffed Pichu--Sparker, he recalled. But as he watched Artemis he began feeling a bit unsettled; he didn't like to stay still, even though he didn't feel like moving right now. He knew, however, that he was actually itching for a battle. And he knew of only one person that was on par with his level of skill in battle, though not quite--and that was his own cousin's boyfriend. And even then, he wasn't positive; it was merely Dakota's rants and stories that made him believe so.
Outside on the patio, a particular cornfield-blonde was leaning against the edge of the railing, staring down into the thick forest below. Really, the owner of this mansion was so expensive. He couldn't begin to imagine how much he and his family were worth. And that the man had not one, but two children that were apparently around his age--it almost made him secretly wish that he were more social, that he could make friends with either of them. They were loaded, and he was sure they could introduce him to some strong Pok?mon trainers. Of course, he had no clue that Nema, himself, was such an overwhelmingly powerful trainer.
He sighed, pressing his chin into his palm as his green eyes caught sight of a rock on the forest's edge, not too far off. He figured that if he jumped from the balcony rails, he could probably land on it; and he wondered just how much damage such a stunt could do to his body. He figured that he'd break at least a leg or an arm, and that it'd probably land him in the hospital. But he knew he couldn't wrack up any more hospital bills, he already had so many from his childhood alone, not even counting those that orphanage had to pay and those the hospital decided against charging him, when he was in their care, and even excluding the ones that his adoptive parents had paid off before their death. But thinking about such matters only depressed him and, while he wasn't one to typically care, he found that he didn't want to be as depressed tonight.
Cassidy attempted to smile, but his cheeks just wouldn't pull the corners of his mouth up. Instead, his face remained perfectly void of expression, and the teenage male took a deep breath--half a yawn--as he turned on his heel to face the few people on the patio. He'd hoped that, with any luck, the person he'd been assigned to for his Secret Santa would be out here, so he wouldn't have to go looking for the person. Unfortunately, it seemed that this 'Elizabeth' girl was not out here, if his memory was correct.
"Come on, Kindle," he said, with a faint sigh, as he patted the head of a young female Numel. A little Piplup held tightly to her neck, his tiny paws not able to really grasp anything on the other Pok?mon's body. He shuffled into the room, somehow, eventually finding his way into the crowd as his eyes scanned about for the girl that he remembered from his card. A few times he thought he spotted her, but in the end none of those females proved to be right; one was no where close, one was a completely different skin tone; another turned out to be a guy. All women seemed to look so alike to him, he really wasn't used to this.
After taking a moment to grab a paper plate--which he quickly collected an assortment of pastries and fruit onto--Cassidy slid back into the crowd. Even though he was so antisocial, he, oddly, didn't feel at unease within the masses as some people seemed to be. Rather, he was far more concerned with finding this 'Elizabeth'. He was sure she would hate his pathetic attempt at some sort of gift, but he was really clueless when it came to these sorts of things.
He did, however, soon notice two individuals seated on the floor in the middle of the room. When he noticed that the female of the two--although, from his angle, the long hair on the other made them both initially appear female--proved to be Elizabeth, he decided to shift over there, and sat down, a bit suddenly, really. He didn't really know that it could have been seen as rude, and the faintly-curious look on his face seemed to blatantly state that he had no idea that manners was even something that existed. Manners? What does that word mean? Pretty much.
Metis, still in the crowd of people, continued looking around the room; and, sure enough, the second he believed he'd caught sight of the person he'd been assigned for his Secret Santa, his attention was caught away by someone else--this Jamie, as it were.
"Oh? Oh! Hello, there," he said, donning a sly smile--one quite common for him. His singing voice wasn't the only kind of sexy voice this man had; his speaking one was quite suave, as well. Tonight, he was wearing a white jacket to go with the white motif of his outfit; and, since it was not black, he was not wearing his adored black gloves with the pointed fingertips--he was not wearing any gloves at all, in fact. So when he raised his hand to shake the other's, it was bare flesh touching blare flesh; he didn't seem to mind nor notice, however--although he usually wore gloves when touching people, especially those that might have been fans.
"A pleasure to meet you, Jamie. Oh, really?" He couldn't help the faint grin tugging at his lips to broaden his smile when he heard the other was his Secret Santa. "Simply saying it leaves me in such suspense, you know. I like suspense."
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 1, 2009 3:38:43 GMT -5
ooc;As for the gifts for members. I decided who gets what with the following system: I flipped a coin on a coin-flip site (random.org I believe). The coin had "Do it" and "To Hell With It" sides; "Do It" means that the person gets what they wished for, while "To Hell With It" means they get a randomly-generated Pok?mon. Shoe - Do It - Shiny Absol, level 10 Zom - To Hell With It - Normal Mankey, level 10 Siin - To Hell With It - Normal Combee, level 10 Jazz - To Hell With It - Normal Skarmory, level 10 Lara - To Hell With It - Giving you my own Farfetch'd. You deserve it. Near - Do It - 1 Level 3 Canvas Orb from Heaven, free. Oh, and everyone also gets: x 5 or x 1 or x 2 Not much, but don't forget that you're also getting whatever you get from Secret Santas (though some of them wont' be actual items, naturally). Hope you guys at least sorta like it. D:> I'd spam you with more stuff but I might get yelled at. >w>;; New rule: No selling items from promotionals. It was already sorta a rule somewhere else, but... >w>; Whatever. <3 I HOPE YOU ALL HAD GREAT HOLIDAYS. KEEP ROLEPLAYING. <3
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Post by [Shoe ♥]! on Jan 1, 2009 12:57:56 GMT -5
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breath in. Breathe out.
Such excersises, while stupid and pointless in theory, actually did wonders for the Nidoran man, soothing him to the point of total relaxation. Perhaps a little too relaxed, though - as he sort of forgot why he had been worried in the first place. No, the only thing his body wanted right now was a stiff drink. Did they cost anything? Well, this was a party... but was it a party as in "you're all my guests" or "you still have to pay."
Alarmingly, he didn't care either way, and made a beeline for the bar, wondering if they could serve him a few good bloody Marys. Or maybe a nice Scotch on the rocks. And damn, he would kill for a Long Island iced tea right now.
Usually Elias was completely self-concious about his appearance - especially around company. Even amongst the 'morphs that he'd seen on Kairuu, he wasn't a beauty. In fact, he was far from it, with purple skin and bumps on his back and those buck teeth. He knew he looked like a monster. After a few drinks, though, it'd all fade away... but hmm! Wasn't there someone that he should be talking to...? Ohshitthat'srightdamndamndamn.
And Arceus! That was him (from the looks of him compared to the picture anyway)! Standing right next to... a guy with a ton of piercings. Nothing wrong with those (Elias had quite a few), but he had them to the point of looking dangerous. Extremely. Dangerous. Should he dare approach? He didn't want to ruin a conversation with an intrusion. And he definitely didn't want to come to terms with what he'd done with his giftee's gift. Maybe just one drink. It'd loosen him up - make it easier.
No. He had a duty. He had a commitment. And he sort of planned to follow it through...
So, shaking timidily, the Nidoran cautiously approached the surfer and the ... criminal type, flicking his ear a few times to help prove a small distraction. They were talking, so this was quite rude, and he didn't want to stab Kahale with a claw or something; so at the second availible pause in the conversation, he said (and little more quietly than he had hoped), "E-excuse me... but are you Kahale? I'm Elias... and I'm your Santa. But I kinda... umm... well.... Your gift... I left... on ... the beach... thinking it might be... a good.... idea... since I didn't want to lug it around... everywhere.... Umm... there's a surfboard... and a box of chocolate that weighs over fifty pounds... and I put an umbrella over it so it wouldn't melt from the sun and stuff.. errumm.... I'm really, really, really, really sorry about this.....
[/b]" Do de do~! ♪ Kahale has recieved.. The whereabouts of his present~! You might want to get it before the tide comes in...." Aww, you sure about that, Elizabeth? Lots of my fans love it, yeah~ Have you heard my music? I kinda beat the drums, yeah. I'm gonna be playing tonight~ You want backstage passes for a different concert? I'd love to give you some, yeah~! Anyway, let's see what 'cha got me!" Clod practically squealed, hands ripping the paper away to reveal the thin chain with the two perfect charm. His face of love and excitment turned... impossibly more enraptured. " Oooh! How pretty~! And it matches with my feather collar, yeah? Arceus, it's so nice~~" Ecstatically, the man wrapped the chain around his neck, letting it drop to the top of his chest, and rearranging the charms so they showed next to his feather. " It's so perfect, Elizabeth~! Thankyouthankyouthankyou~!!!" With that, he scooped her into his arms for a full hug, breaking all rules of human stranger to stranger contact. Clod was the touchy sort, and while he wasn't exactly young, people couldn't help but at least humor him every once in a while. He didn't even notice the other person that ws sitting next to him, and when he finally did, his eyes lit up happily with the thought of more company. Should he be leaving his present to go so late? Oh, he wanted to make that bald child happy... ooh... well, after he figured out what was the buzz with this other one. Then Ellery. Yeah! " Hey, man." He smiled, waving with a friendly air. " You wanna hang with us, yeah?" " Hey, Caiaphas darling, can I ask you a question?" " You have already, so what's the point of asking? Of course you can..." " Okay, it's really simple, really... just... why is everyone ignoring me?[/b]" " No one's ignoring you, Lyra - people are just shy. Unlike you, they feel that they don't need to say hi to everyone.[/color]" " Well... they're stupid! Hummph! I guess that means I'll have to look for my gift person, then. Hmm. Maybe I should have gotten him drugs or something. There's that weird Chinchou 'morph that I always see dealing. I'll ask if he wants any once I give him... his... erm, present.[/b]" " Baby, you know as well as I do that that's not a real present. [/color]" " Shows what you know! After a Lyra pep talk, people don't ever question themselves again! Garaunteed! I'm ninty-hundred thousand percent sure~![/b] " Don't you dare start making up percentages, Lyra-Liar.[/i][/color]" " It is too a real percentage! I'll prove it to you! Ugh! People! Erm... Pokémon![/b]" " Go ahead, muddle up more races for all I care. Soon you'll be calling yourself a genetic experiment or something..." " You're so mean to me, Caia!" " No, I'm just blunt and honest, unlike you. I'll have to give this Scott guy a fair warning before you explode on him.... Speaking of him, just where could he be...?[/color]" Lyra was always talkative to the point of whoring herself for attention, and as such didn't want to end it with Caiaphas having the last word like the know it all Cyndaquil he was. But she already had a good idea of where he was - at the bar, duh. His pathetic wish list included alchohol, so there wasn't a doubt in her mind that said otherwise. She had a point to prove now, though, and with a devilish grin etching on her furry features, she pranced over to the bar, tightly holding Caiaphas as she did so. Her tail sweeped the floor with large motions, taking up way too much room. She was acting bubbily, skipping with every step and sticking her tongue out at her Pokémon. Not a care in the world... or so she tried to play it as. Two words could come to anyone who was watching: attention whore. Lyra had been to the bar many times on her minutely tours of the place, but only now did she have a purpose. To find a famous someone, rant off her gift to them, and maybe order a nice whiskey or something. Something that would make her insides burn with lovely feelings. She swished her tail, flattening her ears as she screwed her eyes, trying to find the figure in the darker-than-normal bar. Target sighted. Right next to... some.. other guy that she didn't know nor cared about. Probably famous, too. Not that she cared. If the music came out later than the early ninties, it was immediately shit in Lyra's eyes. You just can't beat the classics. Diregarding this, she slunk next to them, took a seat somewhere near them, and purred, " Hiya, baby, I'm Lyra - you're Scott, right~? If so, I'm your Santa~ You have a minute?[/b]" " Hm, well, nice to meet you then, Cain. You do look like you have other matters, so I'll leave this at a thank you. Happy holidays.[/b]" " Alright, Oli! I delivered the present like you said~ He seemed... kinda confused.. but happy, I think~! Now, if you will excuse me, this party stuff goes waaaay above me. I'd rather be studying with you, you know. " With that Klavier climbed up her trainer's leg koala style until she reached his shoulders, wrapped herself around his neck, and with a final exaggerated yawn, fell asleep. Oliver couldn't supress the smile that came with the sweetness of his Pok?mon's actions. Klavier might not act it sometimes, but she was really just willing to put her best foot foward for everything, act as a translator, and assist him with whatever plot he could come up with. He couldn't ask for a more loyal friend (sorry, Landon). Thinking of him, he still hadn't come back with food, and six minutes had already passed! Six! He couldn't believe it... well, actually, he could. Knowing Landon, he was off screwing about somewhere... notgoodnotgoodnotgood. Or, alternatively, he was forced to realize, he was just getting a present. An... egg? Why would anyone want an egg? Wait, Pokémon hatched from eggs, right? So it was a Pokémon! Was it a cute one? Oh, right, Landon would probably threaten to kill one of those... poor dear. It was probably something 'macho' anyway - like a Zangoose or Onix or Machop or something. Just by Lan's picture people could probably tell he didn't take any sort of bullshit. Of course, he waved it up so he could see. Like he wouldn't be forced to become aware of it within five more minutes. Hmmf. The blond didn't understand his partner sometimes.... {ooc; oh, and I totally take those rare candies, if I'm supposed to specify here. nomnomnom.} [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 1, 2009 16:56:20 GMT -5
ooc; Personally, I don't know what item I want yet. x3' Not at all self-conscious, Jonas had had no problems simply speaking to her out of nowhere. And he was glad that she didn't seem to be some sort of shy girl, because shy girls, although were occasionally, tended to be less interesting.
"Ah, uh, no. Jonas." he corrected, keeping a patient smile. Jason? What the hell? Whatever; it didn't matter--if she wasn't familiar enough with him to know his name but knew that it started with a 'J', it seemed logical that Jason would be the first guess. Jonas wasn't exactly as common a name as Jason. "Uh. You can open it now, if you want." he said, seeming to sense that she seemed a bit unsure about it.
"And yes, I'm familiar with your name. At least, I know what you do. I wouldn't say I'm familiar with your work itself. I'm too busy, naturally." He laughed, that sexy little smile ever-present on his lips. She was talkative, but, unlike many men, he didn't find that a turn-off for a girl; she said what was no her mind and that was more than most women had a tendency to do. Besides, it's not like what everything women said was completely uninteresting; it was only when they began rambling on about shit he didn't think was interesting at all--that was when he started tuning women out. But he didn't understand why women were seen as so annoying. Really, they had this habit of not saying when there was a problem; and women who talked more, at least to him, always would say what the problem was. At least, those he'd been involved with.
Meanwhile, a somewhat shady looking individual was slipping into the party; the second he saw the bar, he seemed to practically teleport there, although in reality he'd simply wasted no time in trying to get there. And it was no sooner that he ordered a bear when his eyes slipped sideways, catching sight of a particular someone he knew.
Approaching Blair, he stood for a second, staring down at the other, before seating himself beside the man. "So," he said, calmly, waving to the bartender, whom had noticed the disappearance of the man; the guy brought him his beer and left, which Jack--or so was his alias, no one knew his true name--was thankful for. "How's the mission going? Get caught yet? I do hope you weren't caught yet." He sipped lightly from his beer, mostly to taste it, before he chugged a good few gulps down. "You know how Malcolm deals with failed missions."
He peered over to Blair for a moment, a smirk on his lips. He knew this man's secret. Before, when the base's rooms were being renovated--the top members of the base, their rooms, really--to include computers, the guest rooms had to be used, two to a room. The two men had been assigned a room together, though the beds were separate, at least. Only, Jack hadn't been tired, and ended up listening in on one of Blair's little nightly fantasies. He knew the other's weakness, and he was exploiting it. Why? Why did he feel the need to do that? Because he knew that if the other felt helpless about that situation, he'd be easier. And although Jack convinced himself he was straight, he couldn't deny his curiosity. And if it made him feel amazing--fuck it, why not?
"Gets rid of the ones whom can't do what he asks. That's how." He snickered, returning to his temporary friend, Mr. Beer, and taking a few more thorough gulps until the container was completely empty. Ordering another, he leaned forward,, his bangs falling in front of his face. He looked good like that, though; he always looked good, showing off his muscles with wife beaters and hardly-baggy jeans. But that was just Jack, that's how he played it.
"So. What's this party supposed to be for, eh? My sister was invited, so she got me in, but since I haven't seen her anywhere. Diamond better not have gotten herself in trouble." He sighed, rubbing his forehead; Diamond being his sister, although they had their own secret--that, really, she was also his daughter. But no one knew that but the two, since he'd killed his mother and the only other man whom had ever known, his mother's slob of a boyfriend at that time.
Cassidy, whom had sat beside Elizabeth and Clod in the middle of the room, stared at the famous, long-haired man oddly when he asked the question. He gave a little light 'uh' sound, biting his lip, before shrugging.
"I was just curious... I know you're famous. And yet you can so easily just sit around without a worry. It's curious to me. But sure." He shrugged, staring down at his feet and biting into his lip again. He swallowed hard, pulling the card with Elizabeth's picture and the information out of his pocket, and held it up to her. "This is, uh... You, right?" He wanted to say something, clearly, but he couldn't. "Er, I guess I'm your Secret Santa? Uhm. I had no clue what to get you. I'm really bad at this sorta stuff, but... I found this guy wandering around. He looked lonely. But he doesn't like me. Keeps biting me." Of course, he was quite dumb in that he never realized the reason why was because the poor create was just trying to be playful.
Cassidy turned to face Kindle, the young Numel with the resting Piplup on her back. "He likes Kindle, though, but he bites me if I touch him..." He pointed to the Piplup, though recoiled his finger when the little guy made a slight biting notion towards him. But he bit into his lip and carefully reached for him, plucking him off the Numel's back and sitting him in the middle of the triangle that they had seemed to form. He didn't notice that the Piplup had bitten sharply into his finger and caused him to bleed, and he didn't seem to even see it when he withdrew his hands and folded his fingers together against one of his knees.
"So I figured that maybe you could take care of him? He seems to like girls. At least, judging by Kindle and the one we ran into earlier... His Pok?ball is the thing around his neck. Uhm. Sorry..." He stared away, trying to not show his embarrassment. He wanted to ask her her name, at least, but he was still really, really unsure.
The Piplup, at least, looked excitedly at the female, seemingly very curious about her; and it showed when he slipped over to her, poking her lightly in the leg with his beak.
Up where the Doreli family was still hanging around--though Bella had begun to socialize, introducing herself to people--Nema still sat, eyes keen on one particular 'morph. He wondered for a moment why he was being so lazy, but, he figured, oh well.
Clicking his tongue twice, swiftly, Nema leaned his cheek against his palm, a calm expression spreading on his face as a young Linoone bounced up on his lap; she had been resting under the seat, napping, but hardly.
"Go fetch him, Sagwa." he stated, smiling down at her and rubbing two fingers along her ear. She seemed quite content at the affection, and although she didn't like being told what to do in most cases, she decided to let it slide just this once since he rarely demanded anything from her, and she knew that he wouldn't have asked her to do it if there wasn't some special reason behind it.
The little create nosed against her master for a second before pouncing off the chair and sprinting through the crowd, weaving around peoples' legs. She was positive that she caused at least one person to trip over, but she didn't stop to check. If they had, oh well. Finally reaching Artemis, she noticed he was talking to some lady; so, being the polite young girl she was, she ran a few figure-8's around his legs before quickly skittering up his leg, over his back and onto his shoulders and onto one shoulder, being mindful of the little bunny Pok?mon that he also had; she draped over his free shoulder, nosing against his collar bone before relaxing her body, beady little eyes staring curiously at the woman. In all truth, she was acting as if he was her own master, the way she just came up on him like that.
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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