THE SHIBUSEN BALL -- [all students]

[MAKA!]

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[SOUL!]

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[ETHAN REDD!]

Ethan stood nervously in his black suit, jacked worn buttoned up at the front with a black silk tie delicately and neatly tied and his collar folded down as it should be. His dark trousers were held up by a black belt with a silver buckle and his black shoes were polished for the occasion. One of his hands caught hold of the black, square-framed glasses he wore and the other brought up a cloth to wipe the lenses clean. Waiting in the corridors just outside the cafeteria, it was clear not only was he incredibly nervous as always about such occasions but also that he was waiting on someone to arrive. He had only met her recently, but it had been decided quite quickly that the first person he met in Shibusen would go with him to the Shibusen Ball. Never mind the fact this was the first time he was going to such a large event, this was also the first time he'd go somewhere with a girl.

His paranoia was on full-throttle.

In an attempt to dispel his own nerves he chosen to double check that everything about his person was neat and tidy and perfect. As well as triple-check. And quadruple-check. And quintuple-check. Sometime around the seventeenth check he'd realized he couldn't just keep doing this all night while he waited for her - Some of the people gave him odd looks and the fact he was drawing attention to himself made him frantic and, in the process, even more paranoid about his self. So now, having finished cleaning his glasses and having put them back on his face, he stood quietly and waited. His form was still as he tried his hardest not to make himself stand out. But then thoughts formed - what if she never found him because he didn't stand out? Then the paranoia got worse - what if she had been joking with him and didn't actually intend to come with him?

Oh dear. The paranoia was off the charts.

'C-Calm down, I'm sure she's coming... It's probable she will come... I think she's coming... I hope she's coming...' he now found himself lost in pessimistic thoughts as he waited in the corridors as people with their partners passed him by. His hands twitched a little at his sides and it was becoming clear he was trying to suppress the anxiety. In an attempt to calm himself down he shut his eyes and decided to take a deep breath, relax and silently count to ten on his own. 'Okay... One, two, three...' he counted in his head. Just little by little his heartbeat was slowing down again - that was good, though he was certainly still having some (Read: A lot) of insecurities and worries about the night. Well, that would just have to remain to be seen, wouldn't it?

[KAYLIN McOLSTER!]

A dance. People. Fun. Excitement.

All of these things got Kit’s adrenaline going. Tonight was a night were she could go out, have fun, and people would join her! Sometimes… she got those looks. Of disapproval or of how people thought they were better than her. It didn’t matter, Kit did not care in the least, but tonight that would not happen. It overjoyed her that others would partake in the joy that she constantly lived in! First, she had to accomplish this with her new partner in crime. Brachyura. He said his name to her before… Something with an “e” and then a color… Exactly what it was, she couldn’t quite recall, but Brachyura it was.

She had been ready for this ordeal long before. She had one dress, something that she had been told to bring along for special occasions like this. And why not wear it if that was what it was brought for? It hadn’t taken long for the young meister to prepare herself. Nothing much was done with her hair. Well.. nothing more than normal. The dark brown locks of the short girl hung loose on her head, the layers going this way and that with the normal wildness of her being. Make-up was placed across her face. Though.. this wasn’t normal for her, she did have make-up from home. What was a performer without make-up to draw attention? As odd as it may seem, Kit had decided to wear some. And… it wasn’t exactly normal. But then again, no one should question when they see who is sporting it. Dark green eyeliner, accented with sparkles, lined the outside of her eyes accompanied by a pale green eyeshadow that shimmered. Light pink lipstick glossed over her lips, adding a faint color that blended nicely with her skin tone. Her dress was an interesting thing indeed. Just like the rest of her, it had to be unique now didn’t it? It was a short piece of clothing, the full length of it only reaching to her mid thigh, and emerald color material molded fairly close to the girl’s body, reaching up and covering her breasts. One shouldered, the material from her left shoulder and down to meet the main area of the dress, yet a long flowing sleeve continued down her left arm. Over the whole green emerald material were lighter green sequins, swirling in patterns all over the dress. An interesting piece of art in all. Simple green heels were on the girl’s feet, but these she planned on discarding as soon as she hit the dance floor. Heels were despised by her. But complimented her outfit and height nicely.

Glancing to a clock, it never occurred to her that she might be late. When did this thing start anyway? Shrugging to herself, she decided that she should probably show up. Ethan was on her mind a bit, wondering if he was actually going to show. No worry in her mind, just pure curiosity. He didn’t seem so…. Willing to these things. Regardless, she would enjoy the evening. When didn’t she enjoy things?

So here she was. Shibusen all over again. But this time, a dance! No boring classes awaited her, no teachers telling her to leave because she was being distracting. She could distract all she felt like. (even though she always did such) She was making her way through the people that had gotten there before her. Some hanging around the hallways, like there was something more interesting going on? Insane people… Didn’t they know the dance was IN the cafeteria? She almost laughed aloud. Almost. She didn’t quite feel like it at the time… her whole self wasn’t in for a laugh that second. Ready to make her entrance into this realm of wonder, her eyes caught a familiar form. Brachyura! An overjoyed smile crossing her face, she made her way to him.

But… what was he doing? His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in pain or something. Curious and confused, she approached him. And by approached him… she actually got herself directly in front of him, her face a mere inch or so from his, their noses almost touching. A quizzical look was obviously on her face, but at such close proximity… that would never be known. “What are you doing?” Simple question, or so she thought.

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[ETHAN REDD!]

To say Ethan was lost in his thoughts was an understatement - he was almost completely consumed in them as he kept his eyes shut and counted silently, only focusing on the numbers in an attempt to keep himself calm. But doing so had detached him from the world and made him almost forget what he was even doing here. All he could focus on was the numbers. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. He kept counting silently to himself, attempting to slow down the racing heartbeat he currently possessed. In any case, it seemed to be working at least a little bit - he wasn't nearly as agitated as he was a second ago. Still worried, of course, but he was the kind of person for which this would be considered calm and therefore normal. The closest he usually was to peace, really. But he had to return to reality at some point and a certain lady's voice managed to achieve just that.

Suddenly snapping open his lids, he locked eyes with his partner for the evening, Kaylin. Dressed up in a nice, if slightly odd-looking dress that reached mid-thigh and possessed one sleeve, Ethan had to admit that she looked nice. Not that she didn't look nice normally. She looked nice normally as well. So, then, he guessed he meant she looked especially nice now when she was dressed up for the ball? Ah, his thoughts were racing again as he tried to think of the right thing to say, but then he remembered that she had asked him a question - "What are you doing?". That was a good question, actually - what had he been doing? Oh, right, now he remembered. He'd been counting relentlessly in an attempt to calm his nerves down. Tough luck at that happening now - this was his first ever ball, he was with a beautiful partner, this was only going to end badly for his nerves. Or so he imagined. He was rather pessimistic sometimes.

"Um... I was... Counting... To calm myself down..." he mumbled his response nervously, worried she might take him to be a bit too weird or shy to be around. Never mind the fact she had decided to call him 'Brachyura' in their first meeting or her eccentricities, his paranoid nerves had convinced him that he was in fact the weird one. Go figure. "Um... Also... I, ah..." he began, just a little too nervous to say anything as he stuttered in hesitation. "Your dress looks good..." he muttered a compliment, shyly looking away as he did so, worried he might come across badly. Never mind the fact he hadn't actually said anything that could be misconstrued as bad - he just really, really needed to learn how to deal with his nerves sometime. Hopefully she could help with that, given her boundless confidence.

[MIUMI H. BERAMē!]

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] A rather bemused look would flutter across Miumi’s face whom was sitting upon the exterior edge of the window ceil. He watched as wind would spiral around him causing his sable hair to twist and turn like wisps of smoke. He would look at the variety of scissors held in his hair as he leaned back against the cool pane of the window. When the wind blew again it would cause his raven locks to cascade over face obscuring most of the ghostly ivory colored skin. His hands slid to the trimming scissors and he would go about cutting his hair for the special occasion. He would use the edge of the scissor to genty scratch the upper layer of his skin to mark the spots he was cutting to. The echoing of snip-snip rewarded him with his room-mate sticking his head out the window just long enough to see handfuls of hair just falling downwards and being swept away by the wind. A soft smile adorned Miumi’s face as his right eye became visible for the first time in a while; it was a ghostly white with a hauntingly eerie icy blue tone, but it was also filled with random splotches of greens and grey from a disease he had since birth. He would then bring most of his hair forward from the back trimming up the dead and splint ends and removing maybe a few inches of the length; which allowed it to come back up to around the midpoint of his thigh. Spiraling a small tool in his hand he would look at it briefly it was pretty much a spiraled rotating razor blade; to be honest he wasn’t sure what it was even called. As he began to run it through his thick hair it would yank and pull at his scalp causing him to grit his teeth as he removed bits and pieces of his hair giving it various layers and giving it the more emo look he often had. Trading them for thinning sheers he would then thin out the front and run his fingers through it seeing if he liked the feel. He had done this a few times before so it was becoming more like routine. After about forty minutes of fiddling with his hair he became aware of the time and noticed that his room-mate had left. He also noticed that his towel was covered in hair and had went from snow white to a rather disgusting dingy grayish black from where the hairs and fibers were matted together. Once he slid back into the room placing the scissors on his night stand he would briefly look into the mirror and turn around noticing his hair no longer fell beyond his waist instead about even with them. He began shaking his head violently back and forth to get rid of any pieces that were still clinging as well as allowing the layers to set naturally. He would smile and drop the towel and go about finishing getting ready as he would looked down at his nails which were lacquered black with a single vibrant red flower designed on the middle finger; it was a Lycrosis Radiata. Miumi would smile as he would begin to get dressed and as he walked to his closet he would look through the various contents; tons of skirts, a lot of things with zippers and chains and a few dresses. He chose a dress which was a rather deep black and made of a smooth slightly silky fabric. He would slid it on and begin to fiddle with straps; one fell upon the upper part of his right arm and then it had one that was just a few centimeters above it resting on his shoulder and it was pretty closely mirrored to the other side. He would spin briefly looking at the cut how it started around his knee on the right slid and slopped down coming just above his ankle on the left. As he would push his hair to the left and adjust the back it had a whole over his tattoo; which was located between his shoulders. It had vibrant red and golden string flowing together to form a spider web. He would smile as he would fiddle with the shoes he had. They weren’t as fancy as the dress except for the slight heel; starch black sandals with a strap sliding between his big toe which would flow upwards into a small ocagon which connected the rest but then going up the leg it erupted into straps which were laced intricately around each leg. The final touch was a single tear-drop shaped necklace which had his mother’s name written in kanji. A few murmurs were briefly directed towards him as it appeared that a female had exited from one of the male dorms. He just ignored it as no one really recognized him when he wasn’t always wearing a hoodie or something that didn’t really fit in. Tonight he could be whoever he wanted in a way and he was going to have fun with that as he would begin to make his way towards the ball room; he had have to find a date there. ” ….. …

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[KERRIA!]

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