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Tweak says, "Not my daughter, bitch!"

Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-08-11 18:10:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, open thread, plot, team

Party Time!
Who: Everyone who heard, basically.
What: Kiriko's Party
Where: Event hall by the dorms
When: 8pm Saturday
Why: Birthday celebrations!

The party's turnout was roughly as expected, and the presence of such a lively crowd was enough to make anyone (but especially Kiriko) thankful for the fact that the event hall had air conditioning. Tables were scattered about, some of them holding food for the guests and all of them clear of the dance floor. A school-aged boy with a nervous look to him was at the head of the dancefloor acting as DJ and doing a reasonably good job at keeping everyone pleased, mostly by way of immediately playing any song requested that had not been previously blacklisted by Kiriko. A karaoke system and open mic were set up, but no one had gotten quite drunk enough to approach the stage yet. The much-fretted over decorations had gone up last minute and the sparkling blue butterflies dangling from the ceiling or stuck to walls here and there caught and reflected the dim light.

Kiriko sat at the head table with a gaggle of girls, several from 1-A, and was chatting and laughing easily with them. She was keeping a sharp eye out for anybody who looked like they might break something or cause other kinds of trouble, occasionally turning from the conversation to crane her head and look out over the partygoers, but seemed quite pleased and relaxed nonetheless.

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Re: ORLY?

doitright
2009-08-28 06:00 am UTC (link)

~~(THIS WAS POSTED A FEW DAYS AGO IT WAS JUST INVISIBLE, HONEST. *hides in the corner of lies and work/school*)~~

Emi hadn't been entirely sure what she was originally expecting. It had mainly been the desire to not be left out of the party that had made her want to go, but she found herself disappointed with the realization that high schoolers were pretty much just as dumb as middle schoolers. In fact, she liked that way of describing them the best. They were overgrown middle schoolers. Being probably the youngest there didn't really help either. She didn't know anyone too well and she doubted anyone would take her too seriously anyway. The only people she was more familiar with were the people she ran around in that weird place with and... she hardly liked half of them as it was.

She idly smoothed her light blue skirt. She hadn't been sure whether to dress formal or not, so she had worn a skirt instead of one of her dresses in order to be a bit more casual just in case. The skirt itself had a white bow around the waist and some subtle sewn in details, but it went well with her simple and cute white top. Her white shoes were in the style of ballerina flats, but they had a slight heel to boost her height just a wee bit. Not that it really helped in the long run. All in all she had tried to dress in a mature manner while still looking age appropriate. The fact that she seemed to blend in with the dress code of the party was one of the only pluses she could find at that moment when she looked over the crowd from the bathroom door.

The main goal for the moment was just to find where Reizo had wandered off to. She had absolutely no plans of leaving until the actual end of the party if only to prove a point and compared to everything else having to hang around with him the whole time really wasn't that ~~terrifying~~ terrible. Finally she spotted him shoving food into his mouth and... wiping his hands off on other people. She wrinkled her nose and opened her mouth to say something, but before she said anything she pulled a pale yellow, flower-covered handkerchief from the tiny purse she had hanging around her shoulder.

"That's disgusting. Just ask for a napkin!" Emi scolded after she stepped over to him, offering the handkerchief.

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Re: ORLY?

some_other_dog
2009-09-05 09:39 am UTC (link)

Reizo turned to Emi, cheeks plump and stuffed full of, if the rice around his mouth and roll he had poised in one hand was any indication, sushi. He looked perplexed. And like a chipmunk.

“Difgufting?” he asked, still chewing his food. He cleared his mouth with a gulp, frowned, and snatched the handkerchief away from Emi to wipe his mouth clean of the near ludicrous amount of rice ringing it. “Nothing disgustin’ about eatin’, shrimp.” He seemed to want to say more, but the wise line his uncle had given him back when he was still a normal kid was murky and out of reach. Something about yakuza and eating first..

He cleaned his fingers on the dainty yellow hankie, then handed it back to her with a grunt of thanks and lifted his free hand to take a drag of his cigarette, only to discover that it’d disappeared. He whirled around back to the buffet table and found it floating in a half-empty punchbowl. He ladled it out carefully and stuffed it into the hands of a passerby with a little nod before he lit himself up a new one and took a slow, savoring drag.

“So how’re you liking the party? Is getting lost in the crowd of bigger folk and knocked around as fun as I figure it is?”

He delivered the line through a toothy grin and with an accompanying appraising look.

“Just about makes you wanna drink, huh?”

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