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Zoey
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When I finally get up the stairs, there's no one there. But there is screaming from below. I look down, and two AEs are lying on the floor: Anna and… is that Morgneth? And… cupcake blasters? I spread my wings and fly down to the ground. I grab Morgneth's sharp chin in my hand.
"How could you?" I ask, my voice shaking. "How could you ruin this ball? And… chocolate frosting…. why would you use chocolate frosting?"
She stares at me defiantly. "Why would I not?'' she asks saucily.
I glare at her, willing my hands not to explode into purple flame. "Lock her up," I demand, and someone does. I don't know who, because i can't see through the blind rage in my eyes.
Ball… chocolate frosting… I suddenly look down at my dress. Why would i wear this one? Why? It looks like… that gown. The gown HE gave me. I start crying, tears dripping down my face. I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I've never cried for my past before, and it feels good. Something warm hugs me.
"It'll be okay," Evil Devin says, and for once I don't say anything. Maybe it will. But for now, it feels nice to be embraced.
I look up at him, and he smiles. "It'll be okay," he repeats. If only I could believe him.
But I nod, not wanting him to worry. "Let's enjoy the night," I say, and lead him onto the dance floor.
I'm a pretty good dancer. Long ago memories of dance lessons surface, and I start humming along to the music.
Surprisingly, (or maybe not so much), Evil Devin is also an amazing dancer. We waltz across the dance floor, smiling and laughing. When the music stops, we bend over laughing and breathing hard. That's when I notice the silence. Every AE is staring at us open-mouthed. I suddenly feel really shy, but luckily Evil Devin takes the lead.
"Well, that was fun!" he says. He takes my hand. "We should do that again!" He motions toward the musicians, and they start playing a fast polka.
We start polka-ing, and there's a key change so he grabs Lisbeth and I spin around and grab Jarnen. He looks surprised, but joins me (a bit awkwardly, may I add) in the polka. Soon all the AEs are laughing and spinning and dancing and switching partners left and right. It's so much fun I almost forget where I am and what I'm wearing. I feel like a new person– not haunted by HIM, or this dress, or my past. I'm free of it all. I don't have to worry about any of it anymore.
Then the music stops, and I find myself face-to-face with a mysterious AE. "Hello," I say, my face flushed from the wild dance. "Who might you be?"
The mysterious AE laughs, low and long. So it's a guy then.
"Don't you know me, Zoey?" he asks.
He knows my name. I start getting uneasy chills up my back. "Who– who are you?" I ask.
"Who do you think I am?"
I start getting flustered. "I– I don't know. Just tell me who you are!"
He smiles. "I'll be waiting for you when you figure it out." Then he melts back into thecrowd of AEs.
"That was so fun! We should– are you okay?" Evil Devin asks, coming up behind me.
I nod. "Yeah, fine. Let's dance!" I whisk him into a waltz as the music begins again. I won't let that mysterious AE ruin my night.
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As told by Zoey
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Rosalyn~ I spin out onto the floor with Grey, shaking slightly because I'm still shocked by the…incident. Morgneth and Jarnen almost ruined the ball.
We pass under the chandelier, and I feel something drip onto my head.
I look at Grey.
"Grey? Is there…frosting in my hair?"
He nods.
"Oh, my gosh. I can't believe this. Is it still dripping frosting?" For a moment, I don't care that there's frosting in my hairstyle–the one that took me two whole hours to perfect. I tip my head back and look up, and that's when a blob of frosting hits me in the face.
I jerk my head down, taking a sharp breath. I break away from Grey and run over to the bathroom, pushing couples out of the way. (Author's note: SOB! Away, Grey, way–GAH!) My high heels click on the floor as I pull the door open and hurry over to the sinks.
In the mirror, I see myself–pretty dress and all–but my face is smeared with frosting.
Tears start welling up in my eyes, even though I don't feel like crying. I hate it so much when I cry on instinct.
I turn the tap on, the metal handle cool against my skin. Ripping several paper towels out of the dispenser next to me, I pass them under the stream of water and then use them to wipe my face off.
I can't believe Grey saw me like this. I'm mortified. I really like him, and I hope he likes me, but…isn't it hard to like someone who has chocolate frosting covering their whole entire face?
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Adding on to Rosalyn's section:
Zoey
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I smile at Evil Devin. Dancing has been fun, and it's helped me calm down.
"Whew," I say playfully. "I'm so exhausted!"
He returns my smile. "Me too! I'll go get some drinks to cool off."
He melts into the crowd, and I lean against a tall marble pillar. When Evil Devin returns, he's holding two long-stemmed crystal glasses, full of a sparkling aqua liquid. He hands it to me, and I take a sip. "Mmm. What is it?"
He looks at his, tilting the glass back and forth in the light. "I don't know. Some sort of nectar?"
But I don't hear him, as I am staring at my arm. "Like… Amaryllis Nectar?" I ask, dread seeping into my heart.
Evil Devin shrugs. "I think that's the name. Why?" Then he notices the bluish stain seeping up my swollen arm. "Oh skies. Um… I'll go get something. Anything!" He runs off, a panicked look on his face.
I wheel around and run towards the bathroom, feeling the tingling numbness of the nectar advancing up my arm and towards my heart. I know what will happen if it reaches there. It's only happened once before, and I was barely saved by Willow. (not anyone on here, Willow is another protagonist in my story. ~Starseeker) Now, without her nearby, I don't know what I'll do.
I fling open the bathroom door and almost run headfirst into another AE, wiping tears from her eyes and chocolate frosting from her face. Why more chocolate frosting? I wonder.
She hesitates when she sees me, and I realize I've dropped into attack position, crouching on the floor with my wings spread wide.
"Sorry," I say, and stand up. She's still staring at me, her yellow floaty ball gown getting splattered with drops from the tap she hasn't realized is still on. I brush past her and bathe my arm in the cold water. It slows the spread– but only slightly. That AE is STILL staring at me. I stick out my good arm and say, "Zoey."
She takes my hand, tentatively, and replies, "Rosalyn."
Then I turn my attention back to the more important matter at hand: my arm, and the rapidly– though slowed– advancement of the Amaryllis Nectar.
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As told by Zoey
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*cough cough* guys, it's not a solo write. I could use some help here please! Thanks!
~Zoey
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Lock grabs my arm and almost rips it out of it's socket as he starts running.
"Where are you taking me?" Kyar's answer confuses me.
"Why are we going after Key? I don't know anyone here, why is Key a problem?"
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After spending what must be hours dancing, Counter and I are both exhausted. We walk over to the food and he grabs a fancy-looking sandwhich and bites into it. As soon as it touches his mouth, he drops the sandwhich and spits the other part out to the ground.
"What was up with the food?"
"Someone put chili peppers in the sandwich!"
I giggle and grab him a glass of water and some bread. While the water won't help much witht the heat, the bread should.
"Here ya go."
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Grey:
"Wait!" I yell after Rosalyn, but it was too late, she had already ran sobbing into the bathroom. I quickly walk over to the door and call in, "Rosalyn? What's wrong? It's just icing. I-" I was suddenly cut off by a large bloop of icing splattering into my face. I spun around looking for the guilty party. There was Nick, grinning innocently a couple of feet off. I glare at him/her, this was going to get personal very soon. Turning back to the bathroom, I try one more time, "Rosalyn? I was wondering if you wanted to have a picturing done at the booth?"
There were portraits being done right? It said so at the top of the thread…
Niccolai:
This ball was turning out to be much more fun than I first thought. Those Æs with the cupcake gun had the right idea. Sigh… Cloud still hasn't shown up. I pelt a cupcake at Grey for the time being, the grand finale would have to wait.
Doublock:
Sigh… this is boring with no partner. I sit by the snack bar nibbling on a piece of cake. It seemes like everyone has a date exept for me! Even Nick of all people is waiting for someone.
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Pzuz, Lightning's CAPATCHA-I see the frosting dripping slowly down from the chandiler.(note from CBer Lightning- they are not speaking in CAPATCHAs because it takes too long to write,) I get a gleam in my eye. Slowly, I strech up and lick it.
cloud, Lightning's AE~ i come in rushing. "Sorry, Niccolai, my adopted little brother tried to sneak in- long story. Anyways, want a cupcake?"
"No!" niccolai yells. "I mean, no thank you,"
i grin then. "Oh, and guess what I brought?"
the dragon stretches. i get on. they look slightly offended… they fly up and around in circles, with me on their back. everything is working out, we can take turns flying! but then they fly down and ask some random AE to dance!
Ok, that was weird… but when you get AEs together, what do you expect?
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Counter~
Even though Jammira's hair is a tiny bit lopsided and there are more curls excaping than before, she looks more cheerful now that the frosting's gone. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care that she's a little disheveled, and I'm not going to tell her. She still looks nice. Really nice.
Jammira seems lost in though, and I tap her on the shoulder. She looks over at me.
"Jammira?" I say, trying to sound nonchalant, "Would you like to try that dance again?"
"Yes. I think I would," she answers, her bright green eyes lighting up. Her dress really brings out their intense hue, even adds a touch of blue. A wave of tingles spread over my hands, a longing for a brush to paint this color. I mentally slap my hands still. Stupid, Counter! I berate myself, Jammira doesn't think of you this way. Does she?
I jump up abruptly, then pull Jammira to her feet. She uses the momentum to launch high into the air, spreads her wings, then comes back down, laughing.
"Come on, then!" I call, pulling her by the hand into the mob of swirling skirts and stamping feet. We quickly regain our galloping, leaping, joyful dance, spinning around couples, twirling through the crowd. We are approaching the center of the ballroom when Jammira yanks me in the other direction, speaking loudly over the din,
"Not under that chandelier! I don't want more frosting in my hair, thanks!" I stumble and nearly crash right into Rosalyn and Grey. I regain my footing before an embarrassing collision, but accidentally step on Jammira's toes.
"Ouch! Be careful!" she snaps, but I can tell she's not really mad. Suddenly, Rosalyn sprints past us, her shoulder bumping mine out of the way. Grey stares after her, then follows, calling,
"Rosalyn! Wait!" He dashes out of the group. Jammira and I keep dancing for a long, long time. Finally we both nearly collapse into each other, exhausted. We lurch off the floor, giggling, and head to the floor. I grab a tiny little sandwich speared with a toothpick and bite down. Immediately, it feels like my mouth has exploded into fire and pain.
"Aaaghh!" I spit the sandwich out, trying to relieve the pain.
"What is up with the food?" Jammira asks, cracking up.
"Someone put chili peppers in the sandwich!" I gasp.
Still laughing, Jammira grabs a cup of water and some plain bread. "Here ya go!" She cheerfully hands them to me. I shove the bread into my mouth and slowly feel the pain disipate.
"Thanks," I say. Jammira grins evily.
"You shoulda seen your face! It was hilarious!"
"So you say. You weren't the one with a hot pepper in their sandwich!" I feel a grin sliding up my face and I add, "It was kinda funny though. Just a little."
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Rosalyn~
I raise my head from the sink, hoping I don't look too awful.
"Y-yes, I would. Thanks. Just…let me finish cleaning myself off."
I take a dry paper towel and rub it over my face to dry it, wincing at the rough texture of the towel.
I hope I got all of the frosting out of my hair. I pull the bobby pins out of my hairstyle and let it fall down past my waist.
"What do you think, Grey–should I just wear my hair loose for the rest of the ball…?"
He's staring at me, his mouth slightly open.
"Grey?"
"Wha-huh? Oh, um–yes, sure!"
I laugh and flash him a smile. Then I comb out my hair with my fingers, smooth down the skirt of my dress, and take Grey's arm.
"So where was the photo booth again?"
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Key ~ I run up the stairs and look down. Anna is just coming
around, I'm not sure where the other one has gone. I suddenly feel sick.
I turn and stumble into the room to my right. A vision clouds my
thoughts. Someone is hurt, and in need of my help. She's screaming. She
needs me. I don't know if I can do it…I've seen people with magic fall
to this ailment before…A feeling of dread seeps into my soul as I
remember Brian. Is this why I'm so attracted to Amber? He reminds me of
Brian…but Brian was so different. I here someone at the door…I'm on
my knees now…Brian…Amber….Pseudonym….Where am I?! What is
happening…?! The vision is worse now…I can see the blue-ish color
creeping up her arm. Last time it was pink…Last time it killed…I
need to move. Need to start going….I can't….I don't know how….I
can't feel anything.
"Key?! Key?!!" Pseudonym is kneeling next to me, leaning over me, his eyes are troubled.
Stop making a scene Key! I shout to myself. I try to stand but only fall into Pseudonym.Brian…Amber…Pseudonym….Everyone
else is making a scene! You don't need to start now! Why did you even
have to come up here?! "Why did you have to come to the ball…?" I
speak the last one aloud. My vision is going black…someone is standing
over me…I can't see….There are more people…. "Lock…?! Lock!?"Lock~
I drag Sib up the steps to the doorway. Two young men close to my age
are standing there, looking in. Key is on her back on the floor,
Pseudonym leaning over him.
"What is going on?!" Sib asks. I let go
of her hand, not explaining I hurry in and bend over Key. Her face is
flushed and I can see she is having a vision. She's mumbling.
"Brian…Amber….Pseudonym…." I glance at Pseudonym, leaning over
Key's other side. "What is wrong with her?!" He asks, clearly worried.
"Stop making a scene!" Key mumbles. She hates it when people watch her…as bold as she is.
"Key," I reach out to her… She doesn't seem to hear me. 'Key?"
"Lock…?! Lock?!" Her voice is panicked.
"I'm
here, Key." I reply, holding her hand. I think she is having a vision.
Silver told me she has had them before, mostly about the world she came
from before she was Silver's AE or things that remind her of it…but
I've never seen her have one. I don't remember much about that world.
"Brian…" She mumbles, trying to sit up.
I feel like I should know that name…but I'm not sure where I've heard it…
"She's going to be killed!" Key cries, seeming to come to her senses.
"Who is, Key?" I ask, trying to get things straight.
"You have to help her…have to stop it from killing her….hurry!"
"Who?!" I ask again, fear creeping into my heart. "Where!?"
"The girls' bathroom…" She mumbles… She's going limp in my arms. I don't know what to do.Key~
I mumble out the words "The girls' bathroom…" blackness is coming
over me….Brian! Amber! Pseudonym! I'm lost in the dark.Lock~ She goes limp in my arms. I think she's fainted.
"Is she okay?!" Pseudonym asks, shaking Key.
"She's fainted." I say hurriedly. "Watch over her!"
"What was all that? Who is Brian…? What is going on?! Is she okay?"
I
leave Pseudonym asking questions and race out of the room. "Sib!" I
call to Sib as I pass by. "Help me!" I run down the steps, and through
the crowed. People are moving around and talking loudly, my head is beginning to ache. I see through the crowed just as someone…a young
girl with wings runs into the girls' bathroom. I can't go in there! I've
never been in a girls' bathroom in my life! I…I can't!
"Sib!" I
turn and grab her arm. "We…" I falter…the girls' bathroom? It can't
wait…I know when Key says says someone is going to be killed she
isn't joking. "We need to go into the girls' bathroom."
Poor, Sib. She must be having a heck of a night.
"Please. I trust my sister…Please Sib…"
It's up to her…I don't know if I can do it with out her… "Please….Or…get someone I can't do it alone…"~Silver…
Sorry for all my mess ups…I know there are a lot but it is way late
here and I REALLY need to get to bed… XD …I have work tomorrow….
Also sorry if it seems like I took over the RP I really didn't mean to.
Anyone can change anything! XD Sorry.
Night!~Silvery
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Zoey
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The other AE–Rosalyn–has finally left, after taking down her hair and muttering about someone named Grey. He sounds pretty dull to me– I mean, what kind of a name is Grey? But, she seems fascinated with him, and I have worse problems than whether or not someone's name is interesting.
I splash water onto my blue arm, but it barely slows the spread. I start to panic. What can I do? Suddenly, the blue from the Amaryllis Nectar surges and reaches my wing muscle. I let out an involuntary scream as it starts to invade the wing. Brown feathers sizzle and fall off as the nectar reaches them.
I desperately wrench all the taps on as far as they'll go and stick my wing under the rushing water. This time, it does nothing. The nectar is too far into my system.
I wish i could remember the spell Willow used to repel the nectar the last time. I search my memory, but I was only half-concious, and it does no good.
The door flies open, and a male AE runs in. He's followed by a puzzled-looking female AE. I think the female AE's name is something like Sib.
The male AE'S face pales as he sees my nectar-infested wing. "Key was right," he mutters. Key… his sister, maybe?
He runs over to me and starts inspecting my wing. "Okay. Umm…let's see…we could…no, maybe…wait, perhaps…no…uh…"
I cut him off. "Look, I don't know who you think you are, or even what your name is, but I got this." I push him away even as more feathers are falling to the ground. "Oh!" I scream as the nectar starts in at the flight feathers. No… how can I ever fly again? For that matter, will I even live?
"Lock. Lock Kyar," the male AE says distractedly as he steps up to my wing again. He inspects it, despite my best efforts.
"What?" I ask.
He finally looks at me. "My name is Lock Kyar."
"Oh," I say. Then something clicks. "Say that again!"
He looks at me weirdly. "What?"
"Say that again! Say your name again!"
"Lock?"
"No, your full name!"
"Lock… Kyar?"
I turn and look at my wing. The white glow is fading, but it was definetely there. "Faster!"
"Uhh… LockKyar?" He gasps as the white glow appears again on my wing. I nod excitedly. "That's it! That's the spell Willow used last time! It repels the nectar!"
I start chanting it, and Lock and the female AE join me.
"LockKyarLockKyarLockKyarLockKyar…"
The poison is a quarter of the way gone.
"LockKyarLockKyarLockKyarLockKyar…"
Halfway gone.
"LockKyarLockKyarLockKyarLockKyar…"
Nearly there!
"LOCKKYAR!"
The last of the poison fades from my wing and arm, and I can breathe easily again. I sink to the ground.
Lock and the female AE sag against the wall, looking pale and spent. I feel guilty. I had forgotten how much magic takes out of you if you're not used to it. I rise and offer Lock my hand.
"Thanks," I say. He takes it and smiles. "I dont think I ever learned your name…" he starts.
I smile back. "Zoey. Zoey Griffon."
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As told by Zoey
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A note from Starseeker:
Thanks for the use of your name, Lock! You saved my AE! It does sound really cool if you smush it together and say it kinda fast: LockKyar. LockKyar. I think I'll be walking around the house saying that now! LockKyar. LockKyar. LockKyar….
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@Lock and Sib:
I know I'm not supposed to be here, so I'll make this quick. Just to clarify: when I put Lock into Zoey's section, I was not shipping them. I just needed an ending fast, so… that happened. It was not a ship. I'm not trying to have my AE steal your date, Sib! Promise! Okay, okay, I'll go now, you can stop pushing me towards the door, Zoey.
~Starseeker
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Pseudonym~
Key is on the ground, unconcious. Her brother raced off to the bathroom, and I'm left to watch over her. She blinks once, twice. "Please wake up Key, please be alright." I murmur. It sounds so childish. Her eyelashes flicker, but she's still unconcious. She said something about Brian and Amber and then my name before she fainted, who knows what that means. Secret walks over cautiously. She looks frightened, something I've never really seen.
There's a scream from downstairs. Key's eyes open, then close again. She's waking up. And maybe the drama will finally be over.
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@Everyone: Don't you go and forget about this thread! TOPPPPPP!!!!