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Post by Yakedo Iatsu on Apr 30, 2019 0:58:03 GMT
[attr="class","fireparallax"]  Now destiny's callin' out your name! So reply... So reply... AND IGNITE! A small restaurant entirely to themselves for a mixer was far more than what Yakedo had come into this expecting. Not that it was really a bad thing perse, but it meant that she needed to rethink her plans. She needed something to cover every detail of every aspect of their event or else there would be a lot of unused space. She glanced over at her flyer she had placed up and a bit of worry hit her eyes, what if they weren't interested anymore? Though all the RSVP stuff came through she had a bit of a worrisome spirit sometimes.
She had done all of her usual preparations for social gatherings. She'd slept til 11, ate a big breakfast, brushed her hair (twice, for one), and even gone as far as to apply some minimum make-up to her already fantastic face in order to add that last bit of pizzazz to it all. She waited patiently at the door for the first arrivals. She had most of it set up, a single long table in the center of the room with a total of 8 chairs. They were free to sit wherever, even if usual mixers had people split by gender.
Still, miss Iatsu was standing proudly at the door in a bright yellow dress, shimmering with gentle sparkles when the light hit them. It wasn't that this was a formal event or anything, but moreso that Yakedo was a host and therefore firmly believed she should be the best looking in the room. Then again, it wasn't like that was difficult for her. She knew she was good looking, but that didn't stop her from worrying about if she was going to be a bit outshone here even then. Oh well, here went nothing. [newclass=.fireparallax]background:url('https://ak6.picdn.net/shutterstock/videos/1014342566/thumb/1.jpg');background-size:2000px;background-attachment:fixed;background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center top;[/newclass] |
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Post by Tyrodin Borimir on Apr 30, 2019 2:56:22 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
"U-um.. i-is this where the.. "M-Mixer" is being held..?"
The young goat man known as Tyrodin would be the first to arrive, having dressed in some rather formal attire, considering this event was being held at a restaurant. A very nice one, at that. He'd come to this establishment a couple of times with his mother and father in the past, just so that way they could have a change of scenery and a nice family outing as opposed to the usual dinner at home. Heck, he'd even gotten on well with the chef in charge of the kitchen and picked up a few pointers from him. That said, his part-time job was tied somewhere else. But that's neither here nor there, now is it? Tyrodin gathered up his courage and stepped up to the front of the establishment, managing to plan himself in front of Yakedo as he inquired once more.
"Th-this is where the mixer meet-up is being held, right..? I-I uh.. th-thanks for having me." he stammered bashfully, his snowy-white-furred cheeks stained with a curtain of crimson as his eyes shifted between emerald-green and rose-quartz hues. If it wasn't evident already, the young man was feeling incredibly bashful about all of this. Back at home, he'd proudly told his mother and father that he'd signed up for a mixer event being hosted by the upper-class men of his school. Naturally, they both had stared at each other for a few moments before asking if Tyrodin even knew what he was getting himself into. They reassured him that it was nothing bad, of course. But that didn't stop the poor kid(no pun intended) from turning red as a beet when he heard it was typically a "date" of sorts. But being the supportive parents they were, they told him not to worry to much and to simply enjoy himself. It was a very good opportunity to make new friends, after all!
"Don't worry about it", they said. "It'll be fine.", they said. Well, no matter how "fine", Tyrodin might be, it didn't stop his heart from pounding in his chest due to how nervous he was. Mostly because the pre-conceived concept of a mixer being like blind dating was hovering in his mind all the while. His own outfit wasn't anything too fancy. It was very suiting for him - a white button-up shirt, black vest, and gray slacks dressed him up well enough. However.. the slacks did accentuate his more.. womanly features a bit more than he wanted them to. Then again, when you have dress pants made of material that stretches well enough to define the shape of one's curves and you wear them anyway, that can't really be helped, now can it?
Regardless, he held out one of those paw-padded hands of his to the blonde girl before him - who by the way, was absolutely slaying that dress, giving a shy smile was the other scratched at the back of his head. "T..Tyrodin Borimir of Class 1-A. I-it's nice to meet you, Senpai."
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Apr 30, 2019 3:28:59 GMT
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| When he’d gotten accepted into UA, and had been packing various bits and pieces for his stay there, Hyousuke’s parents had insisted that he pack something formal to wear – or, at the very least, something relatively smart. He’d been against it, of course, not seeing the point in bringing clothes for events he’d probably never attend or be invited to, but once he’d started looking into the details of the mixer that he’d blindly signed up for, he was forced to (silently) eat crow. A hoodie or some plain tee probably wouldn’t hack it at such a place – that suit they’d made him pack suddenly looked as though it’d come in handy. After wandering around the area a bit – and failing to follow his phone’s instructions properly – Hyousuke eventually found himself at the door to a restaurant he’d not seen nor heard of before. Was it high-class? Premium? Just above average? He couldn’t quite tell, and even when he made his way through the door, he couldn’t quite get a read on things. Much as he hated that that was the case, he supposed that there was nothing else for it. He’d just have to keep going and deal with it. He glanced around again, looking for a familiar face, or the organiser. Whoever caught his eye first, really. The two over to one side – someone he recognised from his class but whose name he couldn’t recall, and someone that he presumed to be an upperclassman – looked to be talking to each other. He probably had the right place, then, if nothing else. Hands in his pocket and with a confident, purposeful stride, he made his way over to the pair. He was a little uncomfortable in his outfit, and it showed, but he still did what he could to maintain a calm, collected air about him. “Hey.” He said, raising his hand quickly in greeting to the both of them. “This where the mixer is?”Unlike the other two, he had no idea what a mixer actually was. He’d signed up for it solely because he’d had next to nothing better to do that day. Once training and (part of) his homework had been finished, he’d have likely just spent the day lounging around watching the same three documentaries that he had last week. Entertaining though they were, he figured that getting out and actually meeting the people he was supposed to be friendly with would be a better use of is time. “Ah damn it, I’m not overdressed am I? Suzuki Hyousuke, by the way. Pleasure to meet you both.” |
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Post by Jon Lafayette on May 6, 2019 16:07:24 GMT
Green Bean: oi lexie, wat kinda clothes r fancy but not 2 fancy??? liek going out 2 a nice resturautn???
Brotato Chip: You need to work on your spelling, Jonny.
Brotato Chip: I don’t know, business casual?
Green Bean: i dun no wat taht is but sunds lame. office luk? ugh, grosse
Brotato Chip: I feel like you’re doing this on purpose.
Green Bean: lol, but 4 real dude, help me. big bro 2 lil sib, i have dad’s fashion sense & he wears stripes with polka dots!! : ( i can’t b taken out like that!
Brotato Chip: What’s this for?
Green Bean: a get together with some kewl peeps
Brotato Chip: From school?
Green Bean: ye
Brotato Chip: Does the school and your teachers know?
Green Bean: wat do u take me 4???
Brotato Chip: Jon.
Green Bean: yes ok???
Green Bean: hot lips and medic went thru the proper red tape
Brotato Chip: ...Who?
Green Bean: yakedo and mika, keep up old man!
Brotato Chip: Ah yes, of course. My mistake.
Green Bean: u text like mom. boring
Brotato Chip: Thank you. She has an excellent grasp of the typography.
Green Bean: >_>
Green Bean: BRUH
Green Bean: ur no help
Brotato Chip: I did say business casual.
Green Bean: UGH!!! no monkey suits, bad enough i gotta wear a tie with my uniform
Brotato Chip: Do you actually wear it?
Green Bean: that’s not the point
Brotato Chip: Fine. I’ll help you. If, you tell me the truth.
Green Bean: that’s a pretty loaded ultimatum, bro
Green Bean: aight
Green Bean: try me
Brotato Chip: Did you take my cigarettes last weekend?
Green Bean: pass
Brotato Chip: That’s what I thought.
Brotato Chip: Do you still have me listed as Brotato Chip?
Brotato Chip: Don’t put me on read, you brat.
Green Bean: : p
Flopping onto their back, Jon exhaled sharply at the contact of the unmade bed beneath them and stared up at their dorm room ceiling with a frown deep enough to crease their brow. Why did clothing have to be so damn complicated. Making shapes out of invisible lines, they debated on their wardrobe choices and why that one crack looked like a lion riding a monkey. Not like it really mattered in the end, they could come wearing their uniform and no one would bat an eye. Their phone buzzed again on their stomach but they made no move to look or answer it. Instead they awkwardly sat back up, letting their phone slid off to the side and rubbed the heel of their palm against their right thigh, easing the flutter of the muscle that threatened to have a full blown tantrum.
Probably should have skipped training, but where was the fun in not getting their ass beat. Besides, it felt good to go a few rounds and punch a bag full of sand that was bigger than you. Wrapping their hands was always an annoying process but they’d rather deal with that then a tweaked wrist and bruised knuckles like last time. There was still a little faint scaring from their last excursion and they were a dime a dozen. Right, clothes. Should probably get back to that and not day dreaming about sparing with Umeko. Well, maybe just a few minutes day dreaming.
A few hours later, Jon found themselves ducking into a side alley next to the restaurant, head bent as they shook the nearly empty green lighter, hearing the faint slosh of liquid inside. They cupped hands close to their face, brushing back a few loose dreadlocks and worried the cigarette stick between their teeth. Several clicks later, they managed to light the damn thing and tipped their head upwards to let loose a thin stream of smoke. Jon shifted, making sure to keep their relatively clean emerald green doc martens out of gutter run off and admired the faint shimmer they still held. It was such a rarity they wore these as it required Jon to wear Bijou, their more robust prosthetic that mirrored their real leg, right now to the color of their skin. Bijou made boots fit better and only a very, in depth observation could tell it apart. The black slacks they wore helped mask the slight bulk of their socket and settled comfortably on their hips. They didn’t need a belt but wore one anyway with a stark silver skull buckle that couldn’t be seen under the untucked hem of their white button down shirt that was most definitely not one of their uniform ones.
Jon flicked their cigarette, knocking off the ash and watched it float to the ground. The alleyway was relatively well kept, someone definitely recently swept the latticework of different colored paver stones. There was even a small potted plant with wilted leaves just at the entrance of the alley and Jon carefully nudged it over to let the trickle of gutter water drip into the dry pot. They’d arrived relatively early, for them, and decided to sneak a quick smoke before enjoying themselves. Jon snorted to themselves. Yeah, enjoy. Enjoy watching a bunch of underage kids have fun. Still, Yakedo and Mika were going to be there and they were quite a team up. At the very least, they could shamelessly flirt with the elder.
Their phone buzzed and Jon pulled it from their pocket, glancing at the message without unlocking their screen. One last text from their brother. Have fun. Giving a soft hug of a laugh, they took another drag from the slim stick and hunkered further in their bomber jacket. It wasn’t cold but their body had a way of being annoying like that. The sleek green shine of the bomber jacket was what originally attracted them to buy it, pulling it from a rack of others. The deep green had only stretched to the sleeves, leaving the body of the jacket black with embroidered sakura blossomed branches that trailed down the sleeves and upper back. The real showstopper was the large Gashadokuro on the back, it’s skeletal frame too big to be fully encompassed, leaving it stretching across the back as if reaching outward. They kept their piercings all classic black for a cohesive look. So much for business casual.
Hovering at the edge of the alley, Jon kept their back slightly turned to anyone passing by. There were a lot of anti smoking laws and restricted areas and honestly, they couldn’t really be assed about them all. There was no one in the alley and they were far enough away, the smoke wouldn’t drift toward any open stores or restaurants, no one would give them guff about it. Catching a green loc they rolled it between their fingers and judged the tightness of them. They’d visited their brother the week before and he’d helped retwist a few unruly ones and Jon debated if they should have put it up for the mixer. Eh, whatever. They’d finish their cigarette, collect the butt to toss away properly and head inside.
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