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Gin Weasley (chasing_gin) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-08 21:28:00

Entry tags:

ayla, cassie ainsworth, clark kent, complete, daisuke jigen, day 10, elminster aumar, faith lehane, gabrielle, ginny weasley, giselle, haruka tenoh, hurricane party, kadaj, katara, legolas greenleaf, max evans, michiru kaioh, rogue darkholme, rose tyler, sailor neptune, sailor uranus, scott evil, seeley booth, sonya blade, susan pevensie, temperance brennan, the doctor, xena

Hurricane Party!
Who: Ginny and the other residents of the resort
What: Hurricane Party!
When: Day 10, around 7 PM.
Where: The White Sands Resort Bar and Club
Rating: PG? I don't know what crazy shenanigans are going to occur.
Status: In progress.

Ginny hated being stuck indoors.

She almost literally been trying to climb the walls in her frustration when she'd decided to throw a hurricane party. She hadn't met many of the residents, and figured if there was anyone else as irritated at being stuck inside then they'd appreciate the change of scenery. It'd also give people a chance to mingle and meet. She wondered if there were others from her world here besides Tonks.

The planet had been most accomodating to her ideas. The club was currently themed for a luau, and small lanterns shed a soft glow over numerous smaller groupings of tables as well as over the dance floor and bar. She hadn't been sure what the other residents might eat, so she'd asked for a large selection of snacks. The bar was well-stocked as well. She didn't recognize all of the things stocked, but she did notice a bottle of Firewhiskey and what appeared to be butterbeer.

Now all this party needed was people. Maybe she'd get to see Max again.

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dark_slayer
2008-08-13 08:25 pm UTC (link)

There would be far worse ways to spend an evening, the dark-haired Slayer mused to herself, than teasing the hell out of some poor farm boy. Very entertaining. The sputtering, the coughing, and the looking around furtively. Of course, she might well find it amusing. She'd never really had an awkward stage, not one that she'd let anyone seen, anyway. Maybe she would have felt less amusement and more sympathy if she'd ever had a similar experience. Then again, maybe not. Faith wasn't exactly a sympathetic sort of person.

Getting bored with the distinctly unalchoholic drink, she set it down and leaned against the bar, glancing around at the rest of the party. She glanced over at him just in time to see the small smile, and made a comment that sounded almost off-handed.

"You know, I am going to find out what you are. That was kinda my job back home, and I was really damn good at it. It's cool, though, you don't have to admit it. Make it a challenge, that's fine by me."

She laughed at his question, as if she hadn't just dropped that bombshell, and shrugged, casual and at ease with the whole situation. Of course, that was only on the outside. Inside, she was wondering if he would suddenly turn dangerous, since she'd basically just told him she was going to find out all about him. Sometimes, that made people nervous.

"No, only the really hot ones. What's wrong, you scared? Don't worry, I won't beat you up. Not too badly, anyway."

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poeticmisery
2008-08-13 08:54 pm UTC (link)

He could tell just a bit that Faith was getting restless, at least slightly with her drink. He on the other hand nursed his almost predictably, not really too fast or too slow. He took a bite of ice cream and looked at her to see her watching him with some interest. She certainly was a strange way to spend a time at a party. Not that Clark was complaining. He'd come here half expecting that he'd have spent the whole time just watching the other people present, and despite the fact that she seemed spoiling for a fight, he was having a decent time with her. At her comment to him though, Clark did something probably not too many guys did...

Looked at her like she was crazy.

He'd long ago perfected the skeptical squint of his eyes, which made it look as if Faith had just commented that her aunt was really a flying purple people eater, something so completely ludicrous and impossible that it wasn't even funny, but rather just a bit strange. Then slowly his eyebrows raised as if slightly embarassed that someone might have heard her. Not looking around as if he was afraid for himself, rather like he was embarassed for her. Clark tried to force a smile then and let the awkward silence between them go on for a moment before saying softly, almost under his breath, but just loud enough for her to hear: "ooookay then..."

Slowly he turned back from her and started to look around the room, almost as if HE was losing interest in HER. She had seemed rather fun, but Clark was more careful of his secret than anything else. Hell, he'd let Lana think he was a jerk on more than a few occassions, just so that he could hide what the fact that he was indeed an alien from another world with super powers. His blue eyes looked at Katana again, and had she not still been talking to the pale haired boy he might have gone in her direction as rude as it was...

But Faith it seemed wasn't one to be perturbed, coming back to his statement with one of her own, half compliment, half challenge. Clark, on the other hand, didn't really look flattered by it at all. Instead he looked at her as if she might have gone crazy again and took a step back. "All joking aside, I really don't fight girls..." he said, honestly. It was a good thing Xena wasn't close enough to hear that little gem. Thankfully he'd not had the pleasure of meeting the Warrior Princess just yet.

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dark_slayer
2008-08-13 09:16 pm UTC (link)

He probably didn't realize but, but she regularly said and did things that made the more normal people around her look at her like that. It had stopped bothering her a long time ago. Someone as wild as she was, who pulled as many hare-brained stunts as she did, was pretty much immune to the 'You are completely and totally insane' look.

"Whatever you say, sexy. Hey, maybe you'll get lucky and I'll get bored before I find out. It could happen."

Her dark eyes narrowed as he spoke those words that she thought were much more insulting than the look he'd given her before. He wouldn't fight her because she was a girl? She'd killed a man, for crying out loud. She was no delicate flower. She nearly slapped him across the cheek right then and there, and a dangerous look flashed in her eyes.

"Don't say shit like that... I'm a girl, but I could kick the ass of most of the people in this room, at once probably. Don't fuck with me, farmboy."

One more dangerous look, and the seductively-clad woman turned away. She had no idea who she was talking to, of course, or that Clark probably could rip her apart with his bare hands, and quite easily. All she knew was that he was no longer interesting to her, and she was going to find something else.

"Later, unless you're very lucky."

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poeticmisery
2008-08-13 11:03 pm UTC (link)

Clark began to sweat inwardly a little as Faith seemed completely unphased by the way that he looked at her, as if she were mad. The only person he'd seen with that much interest in unraveling his secrets while not caring what was thought of her was Chloe Sullivan. And if Chloe could be his best friend and be constantly trying to get it out of him, Clark wasn't too afraid of Faith. She was a lot more seductive than Chloe though, and Clark was fairly certain that if she'd thought for a minute that pushing his buttons sexually might have gotten the truth out of him she'd have gone for it. As it was though, Clark was glad for the space she was giving him, and had a secret fear that him getting dragged back onto the dance floor was in his immediate future.

To say he was sad when Faith gave him the death glare would have only been half correct. He was sad he had to lie to her, and that she was somewhat upset by it, but she hadn't really left him a lot of choice, either, and he'd decided long ago to protect his secret at all costs. Not just for his own sake but his families sake, and he sake of those close to him. He put his mother and father in enough danger by having them know about his secret. Pete had nearly gotten killed over it, he couldn't risk sharing it with someone else and having them get hurt by the consequences, even though it meant that he didn't have close friends, and those close friends he did have didn't know the real him.

For a moment he was sure he was going to get slapped and prepared to turn his head so she didn't hurt herself when she did it, but Faith turned away at the last moment, leaving him with the half threat about her intentions as far as he was concerned. Somewhere in his head he could hear Pete's voice chastising him: 'Man Clark, only YOU could have a girl all over you one minute then make her want to kill you the next...'.

Clark waited until she was out of sight before he breathed an audible sigh of relief, and slowly took a long drink of his float... well, at least that was probably all of the major excitement for the evening... right?

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