Post by `jαzz on Feb 16, 2009 19:00:29 GMT -5
[/b]" Kahale pressed his cheek into the crook of Atticus's neck, his chin still resting on the boy's shoulder. Briefly, Kahale wondered if Atticus would be unnerved by this sudden change in behavior, but the thought soon left his mind. He really didn't care.
The Cubone tugging on the leg of his jeans pulled his thoughts away from Atticus and Lyra. "Kahaleeee. I'm bored. There's really nothing for Pok?mon to do around here. Besides, there are so many people. Either pick me up or...or do something!" the creature whined. Kahale frowned sympathetically. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to keep the Cubone out of his Poké Ball. "Alright, Jasper. I'm sorry," he murmured as he withdrew the Pok?mon into the red and white capsule.
He'd only caught a little of what the two were saying up until this point, but he'd heard Atticus's most recent comment clearly. He looked troubled. Kahale hated seeing him that way. He quickly finished up his drink, then discarded the empty glass on the bar counter. Sidling up behind the younger boy, Kahale slipped his arms around Atticus's midsection, gently pulling him up against his torso. Dipping his head, Kahale murmured into Atticus's ear. "Don't say things like that. You're one of the most intelligent people I know. That gift was wonderful.
Scott absentmindedly picked at a loose string on the sleeve of his shirt as he watched Dakota accept his present. It wasn't much, but he sincerely hoped the other boy liked it. He absolutely sucked at picking out gifts for other people. "Uh..you're welcome. ...I don't know much about what ya like, but..um, yeah," Scott began, looking slightly embarrassed. "Your gift list didn't mention jewelry, but I happened across these when I was out lookin' for a present. Um, they're pink diamonds, set in white gold posts. It's not much...but..." he said, his sentence trailing off.
Scott mentally cursed himself. Was he that nervous around other people that he couldn't even have a decent conversation? He made himself look like an even bigger idiot. The earrings were probably a horrible idea. A Pok?mon or some sort of TM would have made for a more practical gift. He really wished his band would play their gig already, then he could get the hell out of there.
Harper nodded as Marley spoke. So the Drowzee's name was Wraith, huh? Suitable for a Psychic-type that fed off of other creatures' dreams. "Oh, no, I don't mind at all~ I like the name, actually." she replied, flashing Marley a grin. "Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I think it would be best if Wraith stayed in his Poké Ball for now. There are just so many people here, and I'd die if something happened to him." Harper quickly recalled the shiny Pok?mon into the sphere. It wasn't that she was an distrusting person, but there were a lot of folks here that Harper didn't know. Besides, this crowded ballroom really wasn't the greatest place to get acquainted with the newest addition to her team.
Harper turned back to face the bar. She wasn't a heavy drinker, and had only had a few mild drinks once or twice before. She had half a mind just to order a glass of water, but didn't want to leave that sort of impression on her new friends. Besides, this was a party. "Um, excuse me? Could I get a...a Mojito?" Harper called out to the bartender. If she remembered correctly, that's what the drink was called.
As she waited for her drink, she hardly noticed when someone approached Marley. Lazily, Harper allowed her eyes to drift over to where the boy stood. Something about him seemed familiar... She tried not to eavesdrop on their conversation, but she couldn't help but pick up Marley's voice through the chatter around her. Something about a band playing tonight? Slowly, her mind began to fit the pieces together. Oh! Harper suddenly remembered where she remembered the guy from. He was a part of the rock band, Utopian Rebellion! She'd only heard one or two of their songs, but she had to admit, they had talent. How cool~
Damnit, how long was that guy going to talk? Hannibal was getting fed up with waiting for this Jamie person to finish his conversation. He knew that he shouldn't be getting upset, as it was he who was lurking in the corner and not the man he was supposed to be giving a gift too, but he wanted to badly to leave the party. He honestly didn't care if he received a gift from someone else or not. Hannibal sighed. They probably took one look at his picture and decided they just wouldn't bother. Well, he certainly didn't blame them for doing so. Even if someone approached him and claimed they were his Secret Santa, it would probably be out of sympathy.
Might as well get this over with, otherwise he'd be stuck in that dark corner of the ballroom all night long. Hannibal didn't think he could wait that long. Just as he was taking a step out of the shadows and towards Jamie, a shrill voice rang out across the ballroom. He tore his gaze from the floor, his eyes searching frantically for the source of the call. If possible, he hoped he could avoid the person the voice belonged to.
Damn, there was no escaping it. They'd found him. The person shouted his name again, his eyes locked on Hannibal's. He shied away, pulling the scarf up higher. He'd never felt more ashamed in his entire life. With just that outburst alone, numerous sets of eyes were drawn to the dark corner in which he stood. What had he done to deserve this? Instinctively, his shoulders hunched as he tried to make himself appear smaller and more inconspicuous. He had no intention of speaking with either of these two people for very long.
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Ick. I'm just too lazy to type up anything for Moz and Jarek. So they're just gonna leave. Blarhar. Sorry..
! Moz has left for the evening.
! Jarek has left for the evening.
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* these are what the earrings look like, just in case anyone was curious. (; click!
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