A 'Maki's getting old' Part-ay! XD

[Alyson]

Ever since the young punk had been told she'd have to be switching schools, she'd felt depressed. She hated having to leave her friends and her home behind. The only good thing about it was that she'd get the chance to renew her acquiantance with her childhood pal, Makira. And though she hadn't seen neither hide nor hair of the girl yet, she knew this would draw her out.

"Perfect." she murmured looking around the room again.

Black drapings hung around the room, swirls of metallic colors imprinted in the material to form japanese symbols. Ballons in matching metallic colors floated around aimlessly, and confetti exploded from seemingly no where at random moments. Tables laden with foods and drinks of all kind lined the walls. A disco light spun over the middle of the dance floor, showering the room in dancing colors.

A band was set up on stage practicing a Japanese rock song (XD), waiting for guests to show up and make requests. There was also a large kareoke machien set up on another stage directly across from the band. Fold-up chairs were leaned neatly against a wall. And a large banner hung at the very end of the dance hall. Large swirly letters formed the words 'Happy Birthday Makira', each letter magicly charmed to flash different colors.

"Now all I need is a change of outfit." she stated, pulling her wand from her ponytail and tapping it to her clothes.

Gone were the baggy jeans and t-shirt, as were the many rubber bracelets. In it's place was a black strapless dress that hung to about mid thigh, with bright pink tulle sewed on and covering the rest of her legs down to her ankles. Strappy heels replaced her usual boots. Her long light brown hair was combed upwards, held in place by skull shaped clips. Strands of white and black highlights framed her face in loose curls. Little diamonds traced the bottom of the dark lines framing her eyes, and black glitter was spread over her lids.

Leaning against a wall, she waited for people to arrive.

[Forgoil Halifirien]

Forgoil walked to the Dance Hall, his eyes focused on the book that he was reading, Richard the III. He had been asked to go to a party for a person he didn't know too well, but he came none the less. His attire consisted of a Tye-dye shirt, khakis, and sandals.

As he near the Dance Hall entrance, he had reached the part in the play where Richard was about to fight against his enemies. Stepping through the door, he had just read "A horse! My country for a horse!"; and he like Richard had met his downfall. He didn't die like Richard did, he tripped on the lip of the doorway and fell to the floor, dazed and confused. Looking up, he noticed a girl and asked her, "Is this the spot where the party is being held?"

[Alyson]

"Yeah it is." she answered bemusedly.

Walking over to him, she held out a hand to help him up. A curious smile spread over her features, and she asked "Are you some kind of hippie?"


{Craptacular post...sorry.. -hides under paperbag- }

[Forgoil Halifirien]

Taking her hand, Forgoil rose from the floor and answered her question, "It all depends on what your defination of a hippe is. I may fit yours, but not so true for others. Does such an answer satisfy you?"

He dusted off his khakis and looked around the room; it would appear to be quite a big gathering. Looking with his piercing green-gray at the girl who helped him; he realized that he didn't know her at all. "I'm sorry," said Forgoil, "I'm afraid that we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Forgoil Halifirien and you are?"

[Alyson]

"Kinda." she said, her brow raising.

"Alyson MacAllister. Though you can call me Aly." she answered, smiling slightly "A pleasure meeting you, Forgoil."

Realising she was still carting her wand around in her hand, she pointed it at two cups of punch. Careful not to spill any, they came zooming towards them. Jabbing her wand into her pinned up hair, she took both cups before they fell and held one out to Forgoil.

"How long have you known Maki?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

[Forgoil Halifirien]

"Well," said Forgoil, taking a sip from his cup, "I know more of Makira than I know her. I think we may have met once, but I am not sure." Looking at Aylson, he asked her, "How long have you known Makira?"

ooc: Ah!! Bad post. The creativity is being drained from my soul!

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

Morgan stepped into the dance hall. For every day she tried to hide her feelings, a sentimental value rose up in her as Makira's day of birth drew nigh. She had to go. She wore a black polkadot strapless minidress with many solid black petticoats under the skirt, a black spiked choker with matching armbands, lace gloves that matched her hair tie, holding up half of her hair. The small bun was covered by a mini top hat.

Light onyx eyes gazed around the hall, and to make sure she wasnt hit by the light, she held a lace black parasol over her head. She wore black ankle boots and they made a dull thud noise as she walked across the hall.

She found a girl with a dress that Morgan used to own when she was 10. The girl was talking to a boy, obviously a hufflepuff. She forced a smile but it didnt reach those whiteless eyes "So, when is the guest of honor showing up?" She asked with no way of introduction.

ooc: If my outfit explination confused anyone heres a picture

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[K~Bear]

Kasey had heard that a party was to be held in the Dance Hall for Makira, the nurse knew she had to be there, but there was the dread of her new addition, her stomach was slowly growing bigger and was not the best look, at the minute one would think she had something of a small beer belly. But she decided to go all the same. That day she had ventured out to Diagon Alley and brought herself a new dress.

Finally finding herself out side the doors that lead into the Dance Hall, giving a sigh Kasey pushed the doors open. Her dress was long just stopping so her black strappy shoes just poked out of the bottom, it was black with a large split in the front that was white and a white sash went over her shoulder and met up in a small point at the top of the split. Her hair in gentle curls framing her face.

Looking around she saw Morgan, the only familiar face
"Hello Morgan" she greeted her friend, turning to the other two she smiled and introduced herself
"Hello, I'm Kasey, MH Nurse". Then turning back to Morgan she stood side-ways
"Is it too obvious?" she asked referring to her stomach, she knew she was probably being really paranoid but it was just the way she was and was sure all people in her position were.

Kasey's Dress
www.dariuscordell.com/images/5068%20all%20evening%20wear.jpg

[Alyson]

“I’ve known her half her life, literally.” she answered, smiling slightly.

At the sound of another guest turned, a warm smile spread over her features. A brow raised as she took the girl’s features in; an obvious goth, though played down in a punk-ish way. But there was something about the girl that didn’t quite rub her the right way. And why would she bring a parasol to an indoor party, one that was already dimly lit to begin with? The smile spread over her features slipped a notch and lost some of it’s warmth.

“I’m not sure when Maki-chan will make her entrance, though if it isn’t soon I’ll have to go get her myself.” she answered politely, almost too politely. She wasn’t usually stiff or rude to people, but something about this girl just didn’t strike her right. Her aura, the very energy radiating off her was… sinister.

Turning slightly as another guest arrived and spoke, she managed to regain the warmth in her smile. Almost at once she realized what the nurse was referring to. She was pregnant. It was like she was carrying a big sign reading ‘I’m having a baby!’, that’s how obvious it was. Though not because of her figure, but because of the warm happiness in her eyes and the healthy glow that clung to her like a second skin.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you Kasey. I’m Alyson, though Aly will do fine.” she answered, her tone no longer stiffly polite but light and friendly again. Flashing her a bright smile, she dropped her gaze to look at her dress. Meeting the lively nurse’s gaze again, she said “You look great. Your dress is beautiful.”



ooc: I love both your outfits! -glomps- ^^ And Forgoil, tye-dye clothing is awesome! XD

[Rebekka "Beka" Ebansu]

Still quite tired from arriving and such, Ebansu Rebekka trudged into the Dance Hall. As she had only recently arrived, she was still decked in boy's tan jean-shorts, and a white t-shirt with a large picture of two anime guys on the front. Her dark dirty-blonde hair was a bit messy, but the stark-white bottoms shown in the soft light.

She suddenly yawned widely; but quickly froze, and looked around in surprise.

"Aaa... tottemo kirei yo!" She whispered, her gaze moving from banner, to food, and finally resting on... band.

"Waaai!" She cried, running over to the stage. She leaned forward, trying to keep away the huge dorky grin that was threatening to blanket her countenance. Glancing at the bassist, though, caused her efforts to fail.
"Aa... HANSAMU na hito yo..." She mumbled, gazing at him.

After a moment of staring, the reason why she was here suddenly came back to her, and she jumped slightly. Looking around, she noticed a small group of people, and began making her way over to them.

"I sorry!" She cried, hurrying over. "Is Maki-chan's... Maki-chan's..." She struggled for a moment, and then finally managed, "Is Maki-chan's BEE RU TA DEE I, is?" She smiled warmly at the group of people, taking in their beautiful outfits.



(OOC: Translations! ^^
"Aaa... tottemo kirei yo!" = "Ahh... it's very pretty!"
"Waaai!" = "Wooow!"
"Aa... HANSAMU na hito yo..." = "Ah... a handsome person...!"
"BEE RU TA DEE I" = "birthday"

The last one was just in case. ^^i Beka's English really is awful... the poor girl has no idea... *pity*)

[Rebekka "Beka" Ebansu]

(OCC: Gah! I scared everyone off...!! )

[Aylen Hawkins]

A Gryffindor with bright auburn hair stepped into the dance hall. At least, he attempted to. The toe of his sneaker caught on the same lip that Forgoil had tripped on. There was a loud bang as his face met a familiar friend of his: the floor. "Ow, cracked my head," he mumbled from his position on the hardwood. "At least my shirt wasn't stained pink this time," he grinned at the memory. Makira would know what he was talking about. He jumped up as if nothing had happened and yelled "All right you peoples. Nobody saw me fall, okay?!" At this, he stepped on his untied shoelace and went back down. "Now this is gonna leave a mark," he mumbled again.

[Rebekka "Beka" Ebansu]

Turning her head to look for the noise, Beka's eyes fell on a boy with red-brown hair; he seemed to be rubbing his nose.

"Eeto... daijoubu desu ka?" She asked, offering him a smile.


(OOC: Nice to meet you! You know Makira, eh? Your character is funny! ^^
Translations:
"Eeto" = "Well/Um/etc"
"daijoubu desu ka?" = "Are (you) okay?")

[Aylen Hawkins]

(Ooc: Yup, I know Makira. Haven't seen her around lately. I think I remember you. You her in real life, right? ^_^)

"Di jo boo desk?" Aylen heard a voice say. He looked up to see a Hufflepuff student gazing down at him.
"Hunh?" he asked confusedly. He rubbed his ears. "Would you mind saying that again?" The redhead was sure he had konked his head too hard this time. It sounded as if the girl was talking gibberish. Actually, it sounded like what Makira and Ark were always spouting off. Which meant...
"You're German!" he shouted pointing at her triumphantly. "Have you met that really cool swordsman guy?"

[Rebekka "Beka" Ebansu]

(OOC: Ha ha! Your character is a dork!! *has love for your character*
Actually, I'm yelling across the room... I think. Maybe not? I don't know where Aly and them are. Heh.
The first syllable is actually pronounced like "die", not "dee". ^^i)


Beka blinked, trying to take everything in at once. This boy talked too fast!

"Anou... what 'german' is? I Ebansu Rebekka am. I am swordsman not." She added, shaking her head. Swordsman guy? What was this boy talking about...??