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Post by thaly on Nov 15, 2011 16:09:16 GMT -5
 
Sachiele didn't want to be at the prom... but yet there she was.
The only reason that the brunette even went to the formal in the first place was for appearances' sake; her father had finally convinced her into taking a more active role and position in her social life, under the idea that the networking opportunities that were available to her were too good for her to pass up. Even if she thought roughly half of the student body to be well beneath the Willows name, after all, the day may just come where she'd need to interact with them in the name of adding to the wealth that she would surely be earning once she was finished with law school. And if they were potential clients, well... then she needed to be on at least passable terms with most of them. Most. She'd likely incinerate that Earth strumpet that turned Josh against his element where she stood, if given the chance to do so well outside of the school's jurisdiction. That was the other reason that she hated things like squabbles and wars; she liked her pristine record, and wanted to keep it that way, thank you.
Still... she couldn't help but admit that a lot of the people that she generally looked down upon appeared to be having one Hell of a time, out there sigh escaped the Fire elemental as she leaned back against the wall, glad that she'd not gone with the big and floofy, flame-inspired gown that she'd originally planned upon wearing. There was no denying that it was beautiful, but... at the moment, she didn't particularly want to have all eyes on her. Truth be told? She felt rather uncomfortable, put on the spot as it were by the mere circumstances she was in. Who would've thunk it that someone that spent so much of her time with her nose to the grindstone wouldn't exactly have a hopping social life?
Sachiele scoffed to herself and shook her head, her gaze dropping to the glass of punch that she'd snagged on her way to her current spot. At least she could take some comfort in cleaning up well; her makeup was tastefully done, her lips lacquered crimson and a subtle smoky eye upon her lids, and those brown tresses guided up into a purposely-sloppy updo, curls spilling down along the back of her head to trail along her spine. As for her gown, she had settled upon Elie Saab-- namely, a strapless number with a sweetheart neckline that shifted between muted shades of red, pink, and orange depending upon the light. With ornate red and pink, dangling earrings completing the outfit and pale pink Loubotin stilettos upon her feet, she was dressed to the nines... but for all that clothes usually made the person? They didn't magically transform her into someone that was bold enough to command the room, not as the Willows name deserved to be. Another shake of her head, and the brunette took another sip of her punch. The evening would be over soon enough...
Or, at least, that was the hope.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Nov 24, 2011 3:53:00 GMT -5
[Figured I'd crash xD]
Were you supposed to stay with your date the whole date if you had one? If that was the case, Rowena was probably breaking some sort of sacred etiquette. She didn't give a flying fuck if she was supposed to stay with Caleb just because he'd asked her here -- she was here for the dancing and eye-candy as much as she was here to show off. The girl was enjoying herself thus far and could have sworn she'd seen her sister at some point. She'd left Altair alone with whomever the hell she'd shown up with and instead found herself with some hot guy who told her he was from Wind. He was a pretty good dancer even if he was the same height as she was. She was used to being tall, it came with being a model. "Haven't got a girl, have you?" she asked as they got closer, the heat of the floor tangible. "Why? Would you care?" It wasn't the answer she'd expect of a single guy and it seemed to be a challenge. Ro snorted a little, chuckling. "Nah, but she might. I won't tell." They finished the dance and she bade him farewell as he returned to his date.
She spent some time near the punch table chatting to some fellow Thunders. "Wouldn't happen to know if any of this was spiked, would you?" Rowena shrugged. She hadn't drank any of it herself. If it was spiked she'd have welcomed the alcohol, actually. She hadn't been able to risk it. Alcohol went straight to her senses and intoxicated her quickly thanks to how thin she was so even if she'd tried to sneak into prom with a little bit of a buzz she'd likely have screwed herself over for the entire night. A slow song came around and she scoffed. She didn't feel like slow dancing, it wasn't much her style. Instead, she wandered around in the hopes of bumping into her sister and questioning her about whom she'd went with. Though Rowena didn't really care about or take an interest in other people, Altair was an exception. Her sisters had always been the world to her and now there was only one of them. It was even more of a reason to keep in touch with the Fire girl.
After around a minute of being unsuccessful she gave up and instead navigated through the floor to someone else she recognised. Or, well, thought she recognised. She hadn't expected to see Sachiele at the dance but shrugged it off. "Thought you didn't do shit like this?" With not even so much as a casual hello, the blonde approached her acquaintance with a smirk. It was not rude or critical, she was merely making a comment. The dress didn't look half bad on Sachi but the girl herself was another story. "Why aren't you dancing? Couldn't find a date?" Though she knew a lot of people had shown up alone, Ro wasn't sure she understood why Sachiele had. She looked a bit out of place thanks to the fact that she was standing without friends or a date. "I came with Winchester but m'not sure where he's fucked off to."
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