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 Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 1:45 pm
Food of every type, a punch bowl of epic size filled with pink punch- a perfect place to chill and chat.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:03 pm
Boo walked in the room, feeling the beat of the music; she fit in perfectly with all the strobe lights and glow sticks. Before heading to the dance floor, she made her way to the punch bowl that had caught her attention. I wonder if it's laced... she thought before pouring herself a cup of the sweet liquid.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:10 pm
Bedecked in an elegant, violet evening gown, her black-rimmed eyes and black rose glimmering in the bright lights, eleiza slinks into the obnoxiously bright dance floor. In order to shield her eyes from the lights, her bare hand casts a lone shadow over her downcast eyes. Reddened lips sip from a not-so-elegant plastic cup as she wanders around the punch bowl, hoping to meet someone in this empty hall. I wonder if anyone will show...
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:11 pm
"Dangggg gurll!" Boo exclaimed when she noticed the girl nearest to her, "Pretty fancy dress you got." She grinned and began dancing around, moving from side to side. After a moment, she danced her way back to the table and poured herself a bit more punch.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 4:16 pm
Eleiza began smiling shyly at the not-socially-awkward girl spinning before her. "Thanks. I had no idea what to wear. I've never been to a dance before."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:14 pm
Boo grinned back, happy to have found someone pleasant to chat with, "You're quite welcome." She paused to slurp a bit more punch, she found a strong liking to its odd flavor, "This is my first school dance, but I go to raves all the time." a purple glow stick appeared from the inside pocket of her rainbow coat, Boo waved it around in the dark with ease. "You wanna try?" she asked with a sort of calm enthusiasm.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:03 am
Eleiza nervously clutched her cup, sipping the unusual punch at odd intervals. Eleiza wondered what a rave was, but was too scared to ask. Smiling, eleiza produced her own purple glow stick, seemingly out of nowhere and began to trace her name in the air. "How are you liking the psychodelic theme? I would prefer more of an elegant air, but that's just me."
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