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Post by tornjakdaxter on Oct 17, 2007 13:34:42 GMT -6
Remysus Darkstrum spent much time in front of the mirror. Okay, yeah, sure, he spent maybe an hour to fix his hair every day, then another hour to fix the rest of his body. But he had spent maybe two hours alone on his hair tonight. He wanted to look his best. Of course, he wasn't going with anybody. He had come late to Hogwarts this year, due to a family tragedy.
Or you could say that Remy didn't have many friends. He couldn't understand why...he was beautiful, muscular, and downright humble in everyway. But alas, some people couldn't see it. Oh, he had his aquaintances...if you could call the people in his classes as aquintances at most.
Remy sighed as he pulled on his outfit over his perfectly sprayed hair. It was longer than usual, as he had used a growth charm on it and dyed it a purplish-black color. He also wore a mask of pure white with strange black markings on it, as though it were an ancient ritual mask. He was going as a vampire...or...at least something like it. He knew real vampires were there as well, and he didn't want to offend...but he knew that he wanted to show off. The shirt was made of silk, like an ancient poets. Finally, he put a crucifix across his neck to contrast. He pulled his hair up in a pony tail and made his way out.
It was cold and crisp as he made his way to the Masquerade, but his mind wasn't on the weather. He knew what he felt inside of him was lonelieness...but he wouldn't admit it. He was a Darkstrum. His family did not admit to their own losses...but...he still couldn't help the feeling.
He hurried inside the building, gazing around at the massive building. He knew tonite would be fun...and he could do what he did best...show off...especially on the dance floor. He would be in his zone...but it would be even better if he could...pursuade some nice looking mystery girl to come dance wit him.
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Post by Gin on Oct 20, 2007 11:16:20 GMT -6
It was a beautiful dress. You would think that anything that pretty would have to be uncomfortable. But it wasn't. That was the precise reason Erin had chosen this dress. Her origional dress had belonged to either Selena or Morgan, her cousins, and had been slinky, sparkly, and midnight blue. Each girl in her family who had been able to fit in the dress, had done so. Erin's Aunt Lina had worn it on a cruise ship when she and her husband went on their second honeymoon. Erin's older sister had worn it to the New Year's ball five years ago. Her younger sister had worn it to Prom with her muggle boyfriend. Selena had chosen the dress for the Rehersal Dinner at Erin's big brother's wedding. Morgan had worn it to a Fancy Dress Party at her best friend's house. And poor Chelsea was still too little to wear it. The dress was practically a whore.
When Erin had recieved it, she had found a tear along the hem as well as a huge spot of absent glittery material around the middle. This would simply not do for a night of slow dancing with the cute boys she had scouted out. No no. It hadn't taken her long to set a date and go out to London with some of her friends and find a new dress. She did trust Elle with making a dress but Erin had recently seen how swamped with costumes the poor girl was.
The purple dress was being moved to the clearance rack as Erin stepped into the store. It had a stripe of glitter missing from the middle and a small tear under where the arm would be. These were easily fixed and it had alot of promise. Erin bought the dress and took it back to Hogwarts for a little bit of mending.
Now, here she stood, twirling in front of her mirror like an idiot with that stupid grin over her face. Braedon would definitly like this. She walked over to the dresser, taking the locket-shaped clock from the hook and draping it around her neck. The last piece, a delicate purple and silver mask, fit perfectly over her face to cover the top half of her face. She smiled again in the mirror and slipped her silver shoes on to walk out the door.
The halls were barely lit, giving the castle an empty but warm feel. A few other students were just leaving with her and she struck up small talk with a few.
They arrived at the building in no time, still talking about who they were going to dance with and how long they planned on staying. It was easy to part ways with the strange girl when Erin caught sight of one of the boys she had deemed cute enough to dance with. His name was Remysus Darkstrum. He had come to the school late and no one knew why. Of course, there were rumors of him becoming a vampire, which seemed so possible now that she noticed his costume, or that he had just gotten out of prison. Neither seemed possible for this perfectly tan and muscled man.
She smiled as she walked over to him, careful to brush against his arm as she walked past. It was much more fun to get the boy to notice her and then walk away as if she hadn't seen them. From past experience, the boy came after her soon about 80% of the time. Erin really hoped Remysus would be in the 80%.
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Post by tornjakdaxter on Oct 21, 2007 19:39:16 GMT -6
Remy gazed out around the swirling colors and changing systems. He grinned to himself and made his way towards the dance floor...only to feel something brush against him.
He glanced up to see a young woman fleeting away as though she were a Fae. He blinked. What a charming a....er...back. The dress was well fitting and she was just the right size for a dancing partner. He grinned. Bingo. He found what he was looking for.
He made his way after her, his hands held calmly behind his back in a proper, gentlemanly form as he followed behind her. He quickly quickened his footwork until he moved beside her. "Excuse me ma'am...but I believe you dropped this." He reached inside of his silk top and pulled out a small, green medalion. It wasn't much...but it was enough to catch a girls attention...even though both of them very well knew that it was not hers.
LET PART TWO OF HIS MASTER PLAN COMMENCE!!
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Post by Gin on Oct 21, 2007 21:13:31 GMT -6
Erin's retreating figure held a smile on her face as she tried to ignore the soft footsteps behind her. They were quickening as she made her way over to the row of chairs for ladies who didn't have a dancing partner.
"Excuse me ma'am...but I believe you dropped this."
The voice was to her right and she hid her face briefly to her left and smiled triumphantly. It took her only a second to pause in her movement and turn to face him: Remysus Darkstrum.
"Oh did I now? Well, I'll have it back then," she joked, a playful smile turning up the corners of her lips. Erin held out her hand as if she expected him to give it to her. Really, she wasn't even sure what 'it' was, only that he wanted her to think he had a reason to chase after her for a reason other than to follow a pretty girl.
Erin flipped her head slightly, shaking the lock of golden hair from her face and only succeeding in making it fall in front of her eye. Deciding she looked like an idiot flipping her head around and making hair fall in her face, she pulled a hand up and brushed it back behind her ear.
"Really, Remysus. I thought you of all people would have a better move than this." She clicked her tongue as if repremanding him but the smile ruined the effect.
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Post by tornjakdaxter on Oct 24, 2007 12:35:01 GMT -6
"Oh did I now? Well, I'll have it back then,"
Remy grinned. So...it had worked...for the most part. "I'm glad to hear it..." He gave her a good look up and down. She was a good looker. She fit nicely into her dress and her mask gave her a strong sense of the mystery he wanted. He nodded again...not quite expecting the next response.
She kept swifting her hair around her face, which made it go to her hair. It was a wonderful color, reminding him of a Pharoah's treasure back home. Who knows...she could be a Cleopatra in her own right...and he would greatly enjoy becoming her Mark Anthony.
"Really, Remysus. I thought you of all people would have a better move than this."...what?
She knew his name? How the hey...and she knew who he was despite the full face mask. He furrowed his brows.
"Have we met M'lady?" He asked, with deepest charm within his voice. He let it drip like sweet honey. If he was going to get a dance (maybe more) out of her, he would have to throw on the charm...though this new introduction entered her mystery even more. He wanted to know alot about this new woman.
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Post by Gin on Oct 24, 2007 18:43:22 GMT -6
Erin was really starting to enjoy the almost hungry look in his eyes. He kept looking at her, like he was appraising her and liked what he saw. Goal achieved, she thought with a grin.
"Have we met M'lady?"
"Not formerly, Monsieur, but I am curious about your dreams. Have we met?"
Her own grey eyes moved slowly down his body, confirming what he had surmised. She knew who he was. Remysus Darkstrum. It was hard to mistake that body. Erin felt her cheeks turn a light crimson and she turned her face down. This didn't help much as she could still see his legs. And what legs... Erin shook her head, again making her hair fall across her face. She looked back up at Remysus, tilting her head slightly to the right and pushing her hair back behind her ears.
She really did like the vampire outfit. The black was accented very nicely with the Egyptian's dark skin. She wanted to just reach out and stroke the shirt; preferably his chest but his arm would do. The mask was a bit odd. It was mostly white but had black lines around the mouth and above the eyes. The black circles around the eyes was probably not the best way to show off his puppy brown eyes but Erin was not the best one to judge outfits. She was no fashion guru herself.
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Post by tornjakdaxter on Nov 5, 2007 13:42:25 GMT -6
Not formerly, Monsieur, but I am curious about your dreams. Have we met?"
I don't think you would find my dreams very appropriate my dear...He mused to himself, but shrugged. "Perhaps...but perhaps we can know each other more, eh?"He moved to her other side, moving his arms in a rather flamboyant manner. He did a long bow where his hair nearly touched his toes. "As you allready know, my name is Remysus Darkstrum..."He took her hand into his and kissed it lightly. "But such a fair damsel as yourself can call me Remy." He stood up again.
Perhaps he had met her before. Was she in his house? No...he knew every girl in Ravenclaw and she definantly was like none he had seen. Must be Gryffindor. He thought, for no Slytherin or Hufflepuff could produce such a beauty. He smiled, though it couldn't be seen behind the mask. "Perhaps you will tell me your own name in due time...but would you care for a dance? Or perhaps just for me to be in your astounding presence?" He asked, making sure his words were just the right tone and scale as to ask her begging for more.
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Post by Gin on Nov 5, 2007 21:19:39 GMT -6
[[Remy may not be the "cleanest" of men but I sure like him! ]] Erin's eyes were focused on the dark skin she could see. She could just image the feel of his arm under her hand; soft, yet hard, ripped, yet easy flowing. Yes, that's what his arm would be like, she was sure. "Perhaps...but perhaps we can know each other more, eh? As you allready know, my name is Remysus Darkstrum... But such a fair damsel as yourself can call me Remy."She sighed at his voice, watching him flow up beside her. He took her hand lightly in his and brushed his lips over her skin as he rose from a deep bow. Erin couldn't help leaning forward toward his warmth. When she realized a second later that she was suddenly closer to this god, she shook her head slightly and leaned back, taking her hand and laying it against her stomach. "Perhaps you will tell me your own name in due time...but would you care for a dance? Or perhaps just for me to be in your astounding presence?"Erin tipped the side of her mask down to reveal a part of her face. Then she pushed it back up and gave Remy a sly grin. "I would love to dance with you," she said, adding in her mind: And be held and kissed and loved. But that was too much to tell a boy on a "first date." All she could want for the moment was to be danced with and praised. "If you called me Princess, it would be perfectly fine." "But Erin is great too," she added on a second thought. His voice had been charming and alluring and warm. All she wanted now was to let him guide her around the room and, apparently, he wanted to guide her. Erin didn't want to mess this up.
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Post by tornjakdaxter on Nov 7, 2007 13:51:14 GMT -6
(lol. Thanks. XD...I like him too.)
Remy stood up a little straighter as she showed him a part of her face. What a tease... He purred to himself. She knew how to get him wanting more. A girl after his own heart.
"I would love to dance with you." Remy could feel a minor version of The Star Spangled Banner blowing up in his mind to show his happiness. He would be in his moment, as dancing was his passion...and to dance with such a beauty...it was simply amazing.
He moved over closer and took her hand so he could lead her to the dance floor. "If you called me Princess, it would be perfectly fine." Remy laughed to himself, looking over his shoulder. Princess? I guess a name like that would suit her...
"But Erin is great too."
Erin. It had a unique spring to it. Of course, when you've lived in a land where everyones name ended in either "-amen" or "-eses",any name from another land had that effect on him.
"Erin."He let it run off his tongue and he grinned. "I like it..."
He pulled her onto the dance floor and put a hand upon her waist, allowing her other one into his open palm. The music was good for a solid waltz, with which he gently pulled her into it until they were gliding across the floor.
"You're a natural..."He grinned.
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Post by Gin on Nov 10, 2007 13:16:09 GMT -6
"Erin. I like it..."
He was gently pulling her out onto the floor. Erin listened to the music. It had a calm melody, yet upbeat and good for moving. She sighed and let him pull her to the end of the earth. He would want to waltz. She knew how to dance and she knew music but waltzing was not her stong suit. Electric guitar... Line dancing... Cotton Eyed Joe... Those she could pull off with ease. But waltzing...
Erin had always been the country girl. When she went to a teen group with some other young witches at her aunt's and cousins' urging, she had been labeled as the cowgirl. The night they had a dance, the other girls had come in elegant ballroom dresses or simple white gowns. Erin had worn a knee length white cotton dress and boots. Sure, they laughed but by the end of the night, Erin was the only one that still had a boy around. Her boyfriend had been one of a kind back then; she never really got over him. But when she caught him with her cousin's friend, she had ended it. No point taking him back when he would only do it again.
Now as Remysus settled a hand on her purple dress, at her waist, she looked up at him. He was going to dance with her. She wanted him to dance with her. She hadn't danced with a competent boy since that night with Koby.
Erin let her palm lay in his, her other resting against his lower arm and laid against his waist. She smiled up at his voice.
"You're a natural..."
"Not really. You're the one leading. I don't know how to waltz. I only know the basics from my old boyfriend. He is a good dancer." She immediatly knew that was the wrong thing to say.
"I mean-- Well.. I don't know what I mean," she said, looking down for a second before looking up again to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about the last time I danced with such a great dancer... and it just happened to be him." She said the word with scorn like her ex didn't even deserve the vague title.
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Post by tornjakdaxter on Nov 10, 2007 20:56:32 GMT -6
"Not really. You're the one leading. I don't know how to waltz. I only know the basics from my old boyfriend. He is a good dancer."
Remy lifted an eyebrow. So...she had had a former boyfriend...and he could still sense the pain in her voice. He bit his lower lip. Maybe...this wasn't the best idea....
He turned his head away and grinned slightly."Ahhh...but leading is only half the excitement my dear..." He said simply, pulling her up to him some more. He wouldn't lost this moment. For the few brief seconds they had even been talking, he had felt his heart beat two times faster. He was beginning to feel something new...and he wanted to make sure it stayed that way...
I mean-- Well.. I don't know what I mean...I'm sorry. I was just thinking about the last time I danced with such a great dancer... and it just happened to be him."
Remysus couldn't help but laugh. "Really my dear, I am not that great of a dancer...I just grew up with it, that is all..."He said simply, forgetting that his mask covered the sincere smile he was giving Erin.
"But perhaps...I can help you learn better, hmmm?" He quickly extended his arm with hers and sent her into a twirl. As he drew her back, he put her in his arms and quickly lowered her down into a dip. "That, in all simplicity...is all we do."He quickly took her back into his arms and the two of them made their way around the dance floor, with Remy giving her the occasional spin. They continued until the final note, where Remy twirled her one last time and set her down in his arms.
"There...that wasn't so hard..."
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Post by Gin on Nov 14, 2007 20:17:46 GMT -6
Erin felt her cheeks flush red with embaressment as Remy laughed at her.
"Really my dear, I am not that great of a dancer...I just grew up with it, that is all..."
"Well, that's be--" she started to speak but she was too quiet and Remysus didn't seem to think he could help her bring her skills up a notch. She smiled.
Erin was caught off guard by the sudden twirl she found herself be flung into. She inhaled deeply, a gasping sound coming from her throat at the unexpected distance from her dance partner. At first, she thought she was being pulled away from him but the warmth around her hand reassured her. And then she was back, close to him and he had a hand against her back, lowering her parallel to the floor. Again, she gasped at the new position but she was back in his arms before she could think about being dropped. He was saying something but she couldn't make it out with mind spinning from the dance moves he had just executed.
The song seemed to go one forever but the Gryffindor was perfectly okay with that. Remy held onto her and continued to twirl her around the room with grace and precision she didn't know she had. With the last note, Remy spun her out a last time and then let her fall back into his arms.
Erin sighed and lay her head back agaist his chest, taking the deep breaths she needed to the oxygen back in her lungs.
"That was amazing," she whispered. It was best not to expend oxygen if she didn't have to.
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Post by tornjakdaxter on Nov 19, 2007 13:31:11 GMT -6
Remy smirked as Erin tried to catch her breath. He hadn't meant to spin her around that hard, but when he was caught up in the moment, things like that tended to happen to him.
"That was amazing... He could hear her finally weez and he grinned. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up so that she could catch her breath in a more relaxed position. "Oh, it wasn't that great..."He said, trying to sound more modest than he actually felt. In fact, he was beginning to feel like a male peacock who had just found the hen of his dreams....not that Erin was any hen.
Good grief...what am I thinking? Hmph. Like I hardly feel care about what some women feels...but... He bit his lip, once again glad that his mask covered his Egyptian features. He sighed, then looked back up at her."Perhaps we should take a break? I can get you some punch..."
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Post by Gin on Nov 23, 2007 18:52:15 GMT -6
"Oh, it wasn't that great..."
Remy was holding onto her now. It wasn't just her hands wrapped around him. She took a deep breath and let it out, settling into his chest. She liked it there. Then he had to ruin it and talk.
"Perhaps we should take a break? I can get you some punch..."
"Maybe a drink is a good idea. Not that I need any more calories but..." She trailed off, realizing she was telling Remy about her health. Erin looked down, glad the boy couldn't see the blush creeping over her cheeks.
When he didn't move after a minute, Erin sighed and stepped away from him, making her way slowly to the refreshments table. She had Remy's dark hand in her white one, clasping it gently enough to pull him along behind her.
The table was still almost completly filled with cookies and drinks and other delicious looking foods. All full of calories Erin had been trying so hard to stay away from. She sighed, longing for one of the cookies but only grabbed a plastic cup of orange punch instead. She took another and handed it to Remy. She smiled at him and lifted her cup, only to have it met by the bottom of her mask. With a little more annoyance than the plastic piece called for, she pulled it off and lay it on top of the nearest table. She winked at the boy and took a drink of the stronger-than-usual punch.
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