Post by Mariel Hughes on Sept 24, 2011 20:42:13 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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I say no-oh-oh,,
If you wanna take it slow-oh-oh,,
Don't stop well now let's go-oh-oh,,
Together we run the show-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,,[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
-she twirls one last time on her toes before grasping the interviewer’s wrist, dragging him into a forced dance- “Distorted, huh? Wasn’t the world already distorted before all this?” –she flashes a smile before making the poor man cast her outward and pull her back; she lays almost limply in his arms, as if they had ended an important dance—"My name’s Mariel Hughes by the way!” –she giggles before reaching up and poking the interviewer’s nose— “Don’t go forgetting on me, ‘kay?”
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
-after removing herself from his arms; she brushes a hand through her hair—“Alright, alright! I get you! You got a job to do, poor fellow you are!!” –flashing a cheeky grin—“I’m sixteen, why? You lookin’ for something a little older?” –giggling lightly—“I’m kiddin’! A man like you wouldn’t like little girls—right? Um! Oh yeah! I’m born May ninth (9th), and I only go by Mariel. I don’t like Hughes as a last name, it sounds borin’!” –she twirls before attempting to curtsey—“He he! You’ve noticed Cleyra’s inspiration on the outfit, hmm? Good eye! But I’m not even originally from the Mist Continent (or so I think)! I was first from near the Forgotten Continent – I was raised basically in Daguerreo!”
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Oh! A date? Why not! I’ve never been on one before! It’d be just like being with friends, only without this sudden invitation!” –she winks—“Don’t expect any treasure, since we hardly know each other, ‘kay?”
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Does dancin’ count as a spec—“ –she shakes her head—“I kid! Magic of course! I know how to smack, kick below the belt, and so much other stuff too!”
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You did not just go there!" –she crosses her arms—“I am not a horse!”
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
-she released a light grumble- “Why do you want to know, huh? If I tell you that, you’d call me a pony next!” –after a moment of awkward silence and the interviewer staring—“…I’m five five.” (5’5”)
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
-quickly she runs hands down her midriff to hips and to her thighs—“Um, I’m slender and yet athletic enough to run and jump.” –she raises them to her chest—“I donno if these are considered la—“ –suddenly the interviewer leaps in to stop the explanation-
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
-she twirls; allowing the veil to flow—“I absolutely adore the Cleyran style I’ve been told so much about! I had to beg Kildea to make an outfit based off of their dancers!” –her eyes sparkle—“I bet the originals were gorgeous though..! I’m jealous!” –she merely flicks her wrist and happens to smack the interviewer with his own clip board when he mutters something about stupid rats—“Don’t diss my tastes!”
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"A lot of people say I resemble SAPPHIRE|HARUKA|MAY from this POKEMON! I don’t see how!” –she glances down at her chest—“…yeah, I don’t see how.”
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Oooh! Now you’re just sucking up after the rat comment!”
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I like dancing, shiny stuff, sweet food, jogging, putting on a show randomly – even in the middle of the streets! I also like soft pillows, the smell of various flowers, bright colours, sunny days, and cute animals!”
“I don’t like snow, bitter food, sleeping on the ground, ugly flowery fabric, and paper cuts.”
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I have a habit of bugging people until I get what I want!” –she giggles- “As for secrets, you got to guess~” (She is highly curious and nosey to the point she’ll fall out of a tree trying to peer into a window)
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
“Um, um, I spy a trick question! In a non-question form!” –she points accusingly at the interviewer—“No fair cheater! I’ll call a moogle referee on you!” (If anyone hasn’t noticed by now…she tends to run off her emotions…and blurts random things.)
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
-suddenly she blinks in confusion before blushing and cupping her cheeks- “T-that isn’t a question..!”
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I already told you I like dancing! And we’ve already danced! Geez! No rooms either! What are you exactly writing down if you already forgot we danced?!”
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
-she pauses, placing a finger to her chin as if to ponder- "I really don’t remember my family. All I remember is always going to Daguerreo to study in the library.”
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Ummmmmm, Forest Oracle Kildea is like my relative or something – or so I’ve called her. Not really by blood (or species), of course, but might as well been there for me!”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Nothing big, I already told you! I don’t remember anything of my actual family, besides my name – but even that could be a lie to me.” –she flashes a smile- “I’ve been told by a few in Daguerreo I was from Dali, but my parents left me there at a young age to study. I never bothered to ask if those were true or not. Like anyone will tell me, huh? Oh, yeah! I studied until the Cleyran survivor came to our place. That’s when I got interested into Cleyra’s history! I mean! Who seen a Cleyran after so long?! To have one walk to our doorstep was – luck! Meeting Kildea was the best year of my life!” –her expression softened—“Through Kildea, I learned what happened to Cleyra and what went down there. ‘course I knew I had to keep its traditions alive – even if I wasn’t one of them! I had to beg, of course, but I was taught – erm still learning – the dance that kept the sandstorm fueled to keep Cleyra safe. Even begged Kildea to help me make this outfit! He he, beyond that I’m just gonna tell people about Cleyra when I travel!”
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"!! W-what!?” –she steps back; taking cover as the explosion happened- “Why would he…?” –she glances down at the clipboard with the notes; and she tenses—“W-WHY IS THERE A CHOCOBO DOODLE ON THIS PAPER? WASN’T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE—“ –she facepalms—
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center][/i][/right]name. Zidane. ♥ By the way, recycling means to simply clear out her posts, LP, and Gil. ouo However, since I post - her post count would be ONE. -giggles- Plus, her colour will now be the mist continent's colour. ouo
age. You know it~
rp experience. Long enough.
rules. Thundaga. Yep, yep.
rp sample.
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Music of vibrant colour echoed through the main festivities. Various ages, figures both lanky and sturdy, and costumes performed within the custom ritual; the performance for dancing, this one appear similar to those under a particular practice. Among the countless attires a figure clothed in sky blue, the golden blonde twirling along with the rhythm. Hands grasped softly at another’s wrists, before he led the dance; the other following with ease, surprisingly the gypsy. They’d continue to bounce, circling while repeating the action, around the spacious area. Both laughing as the dance continued, the feminine and masculine forms close; teasingly close, but yet not touching. As the current music began to fade the two would part, the gypsy extending his right arm, palm open, as the woman slid away; he stood, as if he was witnessing a soul fade into the sunset.
It was only then did the music shift, no longer upbeat and yet not a song meant for lovers. Instead, the gypsy would notice, influences of a particular desert civilization ghosted the air; the vibe no longer full of random beats, but yet meant to hold an air of mystery (succeeding at that). An atmosphere meant for pleasure, teasing the senses, as a dance meant of celebrating the ability to give new life. He knew exactly what was meant to be seen from this dance. A seducing manner was how the hips swayed, slow and teasing, as the exposed midriff rolled; the silver gems lining the skin of both hips shimmered in the candlelit area. Powder blue mesh shifted as hands were raised to the air, the slow teasing actions never lost rhythm. Fingers gently placed the veil over the crown of his head, the white mask never moving an inch; a sun kissed complexion and sky blue irises exposed to the world, allowing those to gawk. The hands slowly outlining the gypsy’s form as arms fell gracefully; before repeating as hands were raised again, teasingly tracing each curve (the boy now realizing how even his own body was rather petite). Once more music would fade, and very little spectators would notice the candles that blew out; the smoke giving an air of tension mixed with suspense. All fell silent. The gypsy merely breathed. A cue for the audience.
A thunderous roar from the audience had come; their clapping could be heard for miles around. Lips spread wide to a smug smile as Zidane would lower his hands after the performance – the gypsy, once again, had successfully taken the spot light. As if on cue the genome would bow deeply; golden locks swaying to make various entwined beads of cerulean, violet, and white click against one another. Zidane would rise slowly as a powdered blue veil would fall over his face once more. The teen practically blew kisses to the spectators before beaming,”You’ve been a wonderful audience!” He was an actor in the middle of a high.
Twirling on his toes, the gypsy would hum and lean forward. A particular girl had caught his sky blue irises: Etoile. Slinking over toward the pearl-clothed woman, he’d flash a large grin. ”You came to watch me? I didn’t know you liked me like that.” Of course the teal woman would wrinkle her nose in disgust. Her rose painted lips would part, only to be silenced as the genome placed a finger to lips. ”No names,” he practically purred, his voice low with a hint of hitched breath. ”This is a night for fun! Where is your dance partner, anyway?” Brutus was nowhere within sight – how does one go about missing a seven foot man?
”Don’t be ridiculous, Lord,” her breathe would tease his skin; the gypsy picturing another in her place. ”Brutus must stay on active guard.” Etoile’s tone wasn’t harsh, and her chocolate irises revealed a wanting to dance. ”Besides, I came here instead to make sure you haven’t drawn negative attention to yourself. At the moment, all worries seem to be alright.”
Lips spread to smile, orbs glistening with a charade in place. ”Then slip off to join him,” Zidane would almost slur his words with another purr,”I am off myself, Etoile. See ya around.” He’d give a half wave; snickering knowing the woman took his advice shortly after his statement. The gypsy slinked into the garden, a mist of smoke covering his path, before tugging the powdered blue veil from his face, said bridal piece was sewn to the masquerade mask. Fingers brushed against the white mask before toying around the sky blue sequin that decorated the edges; the thief trying not to shiver, picturing the shimmering objects as treasures to be.
Zidane could pick up another song beginning, and swayed within the beats. Teasingly he brushed by another feminine form, wishing his tail wasn’t hidden beneath the fabric of his pants. However, he still produced a cute giggle before he flashed a smile. Tonight was meant to be a game for all, and Zidane pondered how many he could get to fall for his masked form. Yet, a lingering doom fell upon his thoughts; Kuja was still nowhere to be found, the same with Mikoto, and how would they take the shameless flirting? Mikoto, perhaps a facepalm and a scolding, but Kuja was another story. In fact the siren could send shivers, both of pleasure and fear, down the gypsy’s spine. Zidane wouldn’t doubt if words escaped of a blonde flirting – even if it was merely a game – Kuja would be the first to silence those words before punishment fell on Zidane.
Rounding another maze like corner, Zidane found what he was hoping to find. A lone, marble, bench, though simple in design, stood within the surrounding roses. Flopping down on the marble was when the gypsy released a sigh,”About time I get a break.” Shifting his weight to the left the thief would maneuver to free his tail, the appendage’s fur ruffled before appearing to have stretched. Once more a content sigh escaped Zidane’s lips as lashes fluttered shut on narrowing eyes. How do they stand it? Having my tail hidden for so long begins to hurt.
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