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Post by yuko on Oct 14, 2007 18:33:44 GMT -6
As she walked into the dance, her innocent appearance covered by the black velvet mask that covered her brown Asian orbs as she peered through the familiar crowds of the students that she had gone to school with for the last six years. It had been a pretty uneventful time in her life, and everyone that she had some sort of contact with, she could have cared less about. No one was useful to her. No one as of yet, that is.
Yuko Akira was one that knew where she wanted to be in life, and at this moment, it was not at this dance. But then why was she there? Why had she dressed up as such, her canines charmed in her face to grow into Vampiric fangs, her hair dyed blacker than coal, and her skin covered in makeup to be a bit paler than her normal olive toned skin. Yes, why had she decided to leave the comforts of her dorm room, and venture so far into useless territory?
It still even puzzled her. Yuko was not one to explore new places, yet still she found herself wanting to do more of it than she ever had during the previous years. Could it had been the fact that her brother, after so many years had gotten a hold of her through owl, wishing for her return home during the holiday breaks? She shuddered at the thought of it, and at the memories that hadn’t haunted her (that much) since she had escaped her legal guardian. But now, he wanted her back, claiming to be a changed man…claiming to be different.
They didn’t change. Those who were as he was, didn’t change and she, in her heart, feared what would happen if she didn’t go back to him. Would he chase her down? Come to Hogwarts to retrieve her and never let her return? It scared her more than anything, and even after all of the growth she had done, her body still shivered and quaked at the thought of her past. At the thought of everything that had happened to her.
Maybe that was why she was there. A simple school dance? Or was it refuge from the thoughts that plagued her since the arrival of her brother’s letter? She feared to speak to anyone about it, not even the teachers she had shown little to no respect for she felt could help her. Though, now more than ever, her mind and body fought over if company or a social environment was what she really needed. Something to distract…that’s it… she tried to convince herself. Maybe she’d spike the punch with a pimple potion or something fun like that. She didn’t know, but she had the potion, so maybe she’d be able to get a few laughs. Maybe this was all she needed to get her mind from where it was.
Furthering her strides into the Masqurade, Yuko looked around studying her surroundings. Yes, that’s what she’d do. Spike the punch and get a few laughs. Her black cape that fell around her feet, with a red lining, covered her bare shoulders and black skin tight dress. She found the table of deserts with her eyes, and started to move. Yes, she’d distract herself. It was the only thing she could think of doing.
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Post by conway on Oct 14, 2007 19:04:07 GMT -6
Another School event, one that was something he could look forward to. An event that was of great significance with the amount of children in the world who ran about dressed for the occasion, and even in a world where such things as they dressed for were real. Witches, goblins, werewolves, faeries, all were real in his world, in the world the ones he'd meet knew and some cherished. These were the things he'd be likely to encounter at the dance, where those with no imagination were able to dress as though they had one. Then again, Scott hadn't dressed creatively either, due to lack of timing and resources. Entering the hall, the Ravenclaw found himself in a gaggle of people, those dancing, talking, carrying on with their lives as though nothing was out of the ordinary. It was these people he surrounded himself with, because they were his peers, those who he would be likely to encounter for the rest of his life, and sometimes, it wasn't overly unpleasant to know this. Especially when in the company of people were great, likely to be successful, and sometimes ravishing. It was here that he was willing to leave the shadows, to become as one with everyone who was as uncreative as himself. And a small smile appeared on his face as he watched those who partook in the song of life, a social event, one where another could dance the night away, dance with his heart on his sleeve, where one could be who he truly was not, but why waste the time? As unpractical as a dance could be, he could find the meaning in the event. It was a time to socialize, to meet people behind masks before seeing their face, to get to know a person who was willing to put on charade. Thankfully, Scott was good with a wand, and had found his talent useful for the event. Finding a black suit, shiny and smooth, he dressed from head to toe as such. Black slacks, black long-sleeved button-down, black socks, black gloves, and enough face paint to provide for a good-sized family in way of dressing up. Using a bit of magic, Scott had managed to paint every bone imaginable in the body onto his outfit, creating the simple effect of a skeleton with hair and eyes. Even his nose looked as though it had disappeared. Seeing no one he recognized well, Scott's blue eyes caught sight of a petite person heading for the dessert table. Assumptions had been made by the boy, it must have been a girl with her size and the way of her walk. Sliding across the floor, as with no shoes it was quite easy to do, he slid in close behind the one he trailed. Sweet smelling to be sure, and while he was not sure whether a skeleton could smell or not, he didn't care. A black cape trailed behind the girl, for he was even more sure with the smell he found that it was one, he felt a smile curve along his lips. Just before he ran into her, he side-stepped, making sure to now walk as a normal person would, falling into step beside. “Hello my blood-sucking friend,” he started, claiming the one he believed to be female not a foe, but of course, only time would tell. Admin Edit: 2 Galleons Given by Scotchy ( nice posts you guys )
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Post by yuko on Oct 14, 2007 19:25:30 GMT -6
His presence had never even been predicted, let alone known until it was far too late. The intruder into her personal space was soon next to her, walking and taking a place by her side. Yuko raised an eyebrow and looked over the person who stood next to her. It seemed to be male in gender, or at least his voice gave him away as such, and he was just about as flat chested as her. Yuko would have sighed, if not for the fact she was trying to come up with something witty to come back to the boy with. Sure, he had greeted her, but was it really only a simple hello? Yuko doubted it.
Yuko stopped in place slowly, as if to signal to the boy to stop with her and exaggeratedly looked him over. A skeleton? No blood for her to suck there. “My friends usually have a bit more blood for me to drain from their veins…I see, you have none.” Yuko couldn’t help but smirk. It wasn’t the best response she had, but she had to save that for his come back to her.
How could he assume such things? Friends? Who did he think he was? She rolled her eyes and they darted to the table filled with the refreshments. Only a few paces away and then she’d be able to pour her potion into the bowl and sit back and watch. It would be amusing. It was then that Yuko, cocked her head a bit and looked at the skeleton in front of her. She wondered, do skeletons get pimples? Her smirk only grew as she tried not to laugh hysterically at her own creativity. She was good. There was just no denying that.
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Post by conway on Oct 14, 2007 19:47:29 GMT -6
The bait was taken slightly, she at least turned to observe, he saw the turn of her head in his direction from the corner of his eye he watched, unwilling to turn as well. Yes, she was female, the smell, the hair, the eyes he could catch sight of from how he looked upon her. At least he hadn't said anything about being female or male, that was a good point to note in the future, to be sure not to say something embarrassing to another until one knew for sure.
A chuckle escaped at her response, even her voice was female, so for now he was certain of her gender. Where was the practicality of a male going through all of the trouble for one night? There just wasn't any, but then again, sometimes people were surprising. And she didn't have the curviest of bodies, it was possible for her to really be a he. And although he wanted her to be female, he knew how awkward he could be around them, even at his age.
When she slowed her pace to a full stop, Scott kept pace, glad she was willing to chat for a minute or two. She sounded slightly familiar, but perhaps he was merely looking for someone he knew? Well, if he happened to run into someone he was familiar with, he would be more comfortable and at ease, though there wasn't going to be an uneasiness if he didn't know her either. The familiarity was only a comfort, one not needed, but would be appreciated for the sake of hopefully less bumbling being if she were a true she.
Turning to face her, gaining his own good look at the person before him, he smiled slightly. The face was barely familiar, one from the corridors and dinner most likely, other than that, he doubted he knew her.
“Perhaps you've already forgotten you've taken the life source from me previously,” he jested back. “I believe it was a cold, dark night long ago, you preyed upon my veins finding the smell to be...irresistible.” His smile turned to a suave one, a wink was produced from one of his light blue eyes to show he was only kidding around with the young woman.
Thanks Scotchy ;D
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Post by yuko on Oct 14, 2007 20:12:14 GMT -6
Yuko’s mouth could have dropped out of her head with what the skeleton had said. And then without even thinking, a great laugh escaped her. Yes, he was good. It had been an unexpected and witty response, but it did only prove one thing, the he was a man who believed himself to be Merlin’s gift to women. Even with his wink, Yuko found herself to be a bit disgusted. If anything, his wink made it worse. Now she really felt the need to see if skeletons grew zits. She only hoped that they’d grow somewhere rather uncomfortable.
“If that’s so, I must have been so blind with hunger that anything would have suited me. For, you see, sir skeleton…someone’s taken a bit more from you than just your blood,” she commented gesturing toward the boy that he was also missing his skin. No, it wasn’t the best she had, but after his comment and how disgusted it had made her, her mind had gone completely blank. Her cunning charm, and sly ways vanished in an instant, and Yuko tried not to realize how shown up she had just been. It was time to move.
Starting to pace towards the table again, she could only hope the boy would not follow, though she highly doubted that her luck would prove to her to be so useful. Luck was such a foolish thing to believe in. Chance was nothing more than a sheer roll of the die, and most of the time it was not in one’s favor. In Yuko’s life, it seemed never to be. One thing right after another, and as much as she had thought she wanted the company of others, she was finding it annoying to continue to be at the masquerade. It would end soon she knew, but not until she had had a few laughs first. The punch bowl was almost an arms length away, but she knew she’d have to be on top of it in order to pour in the potion she had in her care.
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Post by conway on Oct 15, 2007 17:55:03 GMT -6
The sweet look on the girl's face was enough to satisfy Scott as he watched her search for something, anything, to retaliate. Another chuckle worked its way out as he waited, the look on her face a tell-tale sign that he was something she hadn't expected, but expectations were underestimated anyway, no exception to that. If she had expected someone who was meek when in the presence of such over-whelming petiteness, well, she had expected wrong. It was Halloween after all, and Scott was unable to tell whether the face she wore was hers or just another mask.
Her response had bite, he'd give her that, but there wasn't much else he gained from it. Perhaps an utterance of contempt, but he was willing to guess it was only because of sheer fact of underestimation. It was a silly conquest of sorts, to arrive at a dance and find someone to cling to. However, as all did, he found someone, someone he believed to be a young female, and intriguing one so far. Intriguing, but probably only for the night. Once the mask came off, once the airs were faded, she would be nothing more than a person he probably passed everyday and ignored all the same. It was those people he could care less about, though there were a few faces here and there that were more than appealing.
“Ah, I knew you would not recognize me, mylady,” Scott answered with the smirk still attached to his face. “For when you took my blood, I was more than you see standing here. Before I was flesh upon bone, not what you see. “I had something worth going for in your line, the sweet smell of freshness and youth. Come, you must remember me by way of moonlight.” Of course he was merely talking for talkings sake, but he had to know what she would next reply.
If the Vampiress before him knew what he was speaking of, she would probably attack him, blood or none. And while he didn't underestimate her ability to know of what he spoke, he doubted she would think of it. The way he was speaking of course was nothing to what he meant, for dancing under the soft, pale moonlight was all the boy meant. Seeing the shine of her hair from the moon touching her with its beauty, to see the cape twirl around her body, to hold her and grace her every move, that would have been interesting to see. The petite creature before him would be likely to glide like nothing else, and he was sure it would be quite a sight. Perhaps even another smile.
As she moved, he followed in step. To the dessert table, and why he was unsure. For a girl of her stature surely wouldn't be found by the table at a dance, but rather in a gaggle of others, dancing and laughing. Scott was unwilling to leave the prey he'd found so far, though she may turn and prey on him. If she did not want the company, she was more than able to tell him so, for he had heard her speak words before.
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Post by yuko on Oct 15, 2007 18:50:44 GMT -6
Yuko walked briskly, away from the boy and all his witty and smart comments. She wasn’t in the mood for some guy to think that she could be swept off her feet by mere speech. Men and their small but predictable motives. She only slowed slightly to listen to what he said next to her own words. He seemed to be just talking, rambling on. As if they had actually once had an encounter before. As if, being the key words.
Yuko couldn’t help but let out another laugh. Her Japanese accent coming through as she turned to where he walked behind her, looking up so that her brown orbs met his blue. They were nice, soft even. Internally, she knocked the sense into herself and grimaced a bit. A small smirk appeared. “Ah, maybe I do remember,” she said softly, trying to act as if she cared for another bite.
“Must not have been as memorable for me, as it was you Skeleton,” Yuko shrugged innocently and let out a fake giggle. Her innocence was covered, but the aura of it still remained. “Though…” she trailed off, looking though she was trying to think very hard about the time he obviously had made up to stop her on her quest. “Actually…now that I think deeper into my mind,” she continued. “I may remember you. Moonlight you say? I’d almost say it was a cloud covered light…and we were nothing more than passer-bys. Not much more blood in you, than meat on your body.”
Yuko laughed and took a few steps closer to the boy. Her eyes still looking into his, she opened her mouth a bit more to show him her fangs, almost as if to threaten the boy underneath the mask. Would he leave her be then? Or did she enjoy this too much? Yuko would never admit it to herself, but she was having a bit of fun bantering with this boy. It was almost sad to her that she’d probably never speak with him again after this night, though, he probably would be nothing more than an amusement for her if she did. She’d keep it in mind. Maybe he had a use for a jester, he already seemed to have the costume for it, after all.
Her tone was soft, but her English strong and steady. “Not much of a kill…at least it hadn’t wasted too much effort.” She smirked a laugh escaped her again, and her eyes almost beckoned him to come back with something witty after that one. It was true, she had underestimated him before, but not again. She knew how men worked. All the same. It would be a day when she met one that didn’t act the same way, or one that wouldn’t eventually back down from a woman who spoke against them. And since going to Hogwarts she had promised herself that she’d never back down or kneel for any man again, they would for her instead. She would not be controlled; rather she’d be independent. Though, this was only a small game of wits, her determination to win it wouldn’t let her back down. She was Yuko Akira, and she wasn’t about to be played.
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Post by conway on Nov 3, 2007 16:12:03 GMT -6
((Sorry it's so late )) Scott kept instep with the girl that intrigued him, though he suddenly felt a little woozy, but it didn't matter, she stopped and turned to face him once more. The lady of vampiric instincts had a beautiful face, one that was well graced with beauty, but then he had to remind himself it was only an illusion in celebration of the Holiday. Even her laughter was well graced, melodic and entrancing, perhaps she casted a spell before the dance to make herself more alluring for the evening due to her choice of costume. A smirk formed on his own lips as he watched her intently, she did remember the meeting. Of course, there wasn't ever one, but that didn't mean they couldn't pretend in light of the night. Perhaps he'd even learn her name, one that must suit someone of such excellence, he was sure. And then, after the night, he might be able to find her again in classes or the corridor. It was her eyes, beautiful, full, and memorable, how would he be able to forget them? He wouldn't, he was sure of it. Her mere presence was something that was unforgettable, her smell, her way with words. How could he not have met her before then? It was all a matter of timing, and it was the time now. “Very cloud-covered indeed. The moon shone behind one, casting the light eerily to the ground, upon you and me. Passerbys we were, nothing more than a glance in the others direction, but it was enough. It was enough to make us stare deeply at one another, enough to make me think of the beauty you held, which in turn cost me more.” It was a compliment, not him really trying to get with her. If he came out of this dance with more than her name, then so be it, but he wasn't looking for that. Just a bit of nice company, a few words exchanged between two, something he hoped would lead to another encounter at a later date. Even he had to admit, just that one little move of hers was more than a bit entrancing. The showing of her teeth, the parting of her lips, it caught him off-guard for a moment as he fumbled in his mind for something to say, anything to keep her in his company for a bit more. Beautiful she was, but he didn't dare to make a move toward her, not even anything more than words. There had to be something more to it than that, words could get a person going, he was well aware of that, but there had to be more between two people than the romance of vocals. “Ouch,” he answered with a smirk. Not much of a kill? That wasn't too pleasing, but he also wasn't showing himself that well, he was covered by mask, and it was all in character, was it not? “I'm afraid the effort was more on my part, fair lady. For you must not completely remember too well. It was I who begged you, not you ravaging me. As soon as I saw the sparkles in your eyes I couldn't just keep walking, pass the opportunity of a lifetime to speak to someone of such emanating beauty? I would've been foolish to continue on my path, even if foolishness attached itself to my mind when in your presence. “No, it was not you who approached and took from me. But it was I who approached and begged of you to take what you willed. I, of course, had hoped for more than a few breathtaking moments with bites, but was more than willing to give what you wished.” This was actually fun. He was in game without really being in it. The chase was all part of the game, and when the chase gave over to a bit more, it was all the more worth it. And while he wasn't looking for anything other than a name, he couldn't help but enjoy the moment. Perhaps, he might even ask her to dance.
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Post by yuko on Nov 18, 2007 21:56:24 GMT -6
The Skeleton had her hanging on to every word he said, and Yuko hated that with a passion. It made her want to hull off and hex him right there at the ball, but she refrained knowing that too many eyes would be peering in her direction if she did so. So, instead, she just listened to his entrancing words, trying not to fall too deeply within their useless meanings.
And then Yuko thought that her comments would win out overall, and that the boy would leave her be with his one word answer of…”Ouch.” But he smirked, and Yuko only saw the determination bubbling within the eyes of the boy behind the mask. It seemed he had some Slytherin ambition coursing throughout his veins, and that was just as annoying to the young Japanese girl. Yuko’s smirk faded a bit as her annoyance grew. Her fun was fast depleting. It was because, with all of her wit, this boy seemed to always be one step in front of her. It was infuriatingly and disgustingly attractive, and Yuko only wanted to bite him more, like a real Vampire would, because of it.
The boy spoke of how he had come to her to bite him and how he had wished for more moments than the few that she had supposedly given him. Yuko laughed a bit, and rolled her eyes. Oh, this was too much. If he really knew anything about her, he would have flown so far from her, it wouldn’t have been funny. But instead, here he was in front of her, trying to sweep her off her feet without even seeing what else lied behind the black mask she wore and the fangs that protruded from her mouth.
“More than what I had given? You ask a lot for someone without any guts,” she laughed and started to walk again towards the refreshment table that she was very much on top of already. She looked over her shoulder, flashing him another smile unintentionally, and then turned her face, scolding herself for flirting back when she hadn’t intended to at all. The potion bottle in her pocket jingled a bit, and she placed her hand in her cloak to take it out. Now was the time to see just how much fun she could really have at this dance.
A slow song came on, and the couples remained on the dance floor as the singles were making their way over to the concession stand. Excellent. Yuko went to take the potion bottle out of her pocket just slightly and looked around to make sure no one was looking. This was going to be amazingly entertaining, and Yuko couldn’t wait to just stand back and watch the pimples rise. Only problem was now was to put the potion into the bowl of punch without being seen. Then again…was it really a problem at all?
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Post by conway on Nov 18, 2007 23:06:45 GMT -6
The fading pull at the corner of her lips caught his eyes. The overall look on her face changed, but Scott wasn't going to let it go like that. He was having a good old time, joking with this attractive, for the night, girl and was enjoying her returning answers. This particular vampire not only had an essence of lust following her, but a sense of humor too. What more could a seventeen year old boy ask for? There really wasn't much else. Well...maybe a name, but he wasn't pressing for it right now, not when he was having as much fun as he was.
Besides, she had gorgeous eyes, could be done up for the occasion, but Scott wasn't going to pry himself away from such beauty. The look in her brown eyes was torn, as though she wanted to get away, but was fighting with herself to stay. Well, if she needed help making that decision, Scott wasn't opposed to helping out. After all, what kind of a gentleman would he be if he walked away from such beauty? And that was all only from her eyes. He hadn't thought much of her luscious lips, full and pouty looking. He hadn't thought too much about the shape of her body flowing under the costume she wore. And she had a cute nose. All in all, he had to admit, she was probably quite a nice looking girl, even if she might have something odd about her without the mask of Halloween covering for her.
Raising an eyebrow at her response, he chuckled. Pulling the old skeleton card again. “I would say for someone without any, I must have quite a bit hidden somewhere. After all, I'm here speaking to the one who stole my life and love that night not long ago, am I not? Speaking to...” he paused, looking around them. “Speaking to the most beautiful of your kind.” Scott felt as though his words were said only to himself, for she was now standing nearer to the table, as though that was where she belonged.
Hearing the change of beat in the music, Scott grinned a toothless, skeletal grin. There was something intriguing about this girl, he had to admit. Whether it was the way she looked, the easiness of the conversation (for once in his life he could talk to a girl without stumbling over his words. He knew it would only last for the night though), or because it all just clicked, he had no idea.
It was then he knew what, not only he wanted to do, but needed to do. Walking up behind the girl, he casted a nervous glance at something in her hand that caught the light. Whatever it was, he figured it was none of his business, and he had to continue forward.
“My lovely temptress,” he began, suddenly feeling nervous. “Would you do me the honor of having this dance?” he asked hopefully, holding out his hand toward her.
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