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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 27, 2011 19:06:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley hadn't even thought it humanely possible to get this nervous until the night of the dance arrived. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror as he had been for at least an hour, he addressed the first problem - his appearance. Wearing a suit felt all wrong. For one thing, he felt like a dweeb with his shirt tucked into his pants, and just couldn't get his hair to look right. He'd gotten it to stay flat, but then it didn't look Riley-ish enough, so he messed it back up, and then he decided that he looked like he didn't care enough. He didn't want Miki to think he'd just rolled out of bed and into the one suit he owned...there wasn't anything he could do about it being the only suit he had - a charcoal-gray one, formerly reserved for church on Sundays - but he could do something about the bedhead-esque hairstyle.
After properly messing up and recombing his hair until he was satisified, Riley addressed the second problem on his list of issues - getting to the dance on time. He already had butterflies in his stomach, which he knew would affect his already-bad driving, so he would have to go extra-slow anyways, and he was already at least fifteen minutes past the start of the dance. Hoepfully Miki wasn't the type to show up late, either. As he grabbed the car keys from his dad and gave his mom a goodbye kiss on the cheek, his thoughts started to race. I'm dead. Tonight is the end of me. Something's going to screw up and then I'm going to die. Miki's going to hate me after this. His thoughts were growing more pessimistic by the minute, to the point where he thought he'd have to pull over and take a breather halfway to the dance. He didn't honestly believe he would mess up all that bad; he was just...super-freaking-totally-completely-absolutely-really-entirely nervous. Big time.
The third problem on his list of problems to be addressed was showing up and looking calm rather than like he'd just gotten electrocuted. Overall, Riley figured this would be the most difficult of them all, and it wasn't for no reason. Getting his thoughts to shut up was only half the deal; there was not blushing like a complete moron, not running into a member of the AV club (which would only stress him out even more), and not stammering his face off when he met up with Miki. Things had been so easy that night at her house before she'd asked him to the dance, so he was hoping that when he finally calmed the hell down, things would be just as simple. Luckily for him, when he got there, he scanned the entire room of dancing students and didn't see Miki yet. Letting out a sigh of relief, he flopped down into one of the plastic chairs sitting off at the side of the room and pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to catch his breath and stop feeling like someone had punched him in the gut.
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Post by MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA on Sept 29, 2011 14:44:14 GMT -5
"Please step a little closer..."
The girl in a light lime green dress and black heels cuddled closer to the boy at her side; the circular forms of the blue and red lights passed over his brown tweed jacket, and cast odd shadows behind the two. The flash from the camera captured their wide smiles. Once done, the two swayed slightly to the music. Miki unhooked the camera from the tripod and turned it towards them; please with the results of the picture, the two left for the dance floor. Although no gratitude, apart from a wave, was given to the girl, Miki was pleased with their satisfaction. At least, it'd be a memory stored in the yearbook for them to see (or at least on the Yearbook Club's online blog later on).
The sophomore adjusted the top of her dress a bit, fearful it might slip if she wiggled too much in it. Her mother, silent at the news her daughter was partaking of an old adolescent tradition, had bought her a black dress (and fitted it to her form while giving her a slight curve). It was black with rays of deep magenta crossing out at an angle similar to the sun's rays. Decked out in and black and silver (or silver-looking) jewelry, the girl completed the look with a pair of black pumps.
"Hey, take our picture?" A couple of boys had walked up to her. She instantly brought the strap of the camera around her neck and asked for them to pose.
All stood gallantly before them as the tunes of Cobra Starship and Sabi filled the air. They all left to jump around the crowded dance floor.
"Everything you want, so let me get up there. I'm the baddest baby..." The sixteen year old scanned the gymnasium, snapping the occasional picture with her lens until spotting a familiar figure near the stage.
Sam Evans stood in his deep navy suit talking to a girl with the palest skin Miki had seen by far. She stood near the curtains of the stage, a bit of an insecure expression on her face, in an elegant black dress, cut off at the knees. Without thinking twice, she took a picture and walked off to gather more. Her equipment was kept safe by a blue arch near the entrance to the gymnasium.
Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which was now a mess of long curls flowing over her left shoulder. Her makeup was simple, and she was basically wearing eyeliner and lip gloss (with a bit of powdered base her mother forced on her). She had agreed to meet Riley at the dance, which in the end worked out best seeing as they both had jobs to do.
Turning to glance at the tables, Miki smiled widely at Riley's awkwardly long form settled into a seat. She walked towards him, passing a couple of twirling girls and football players (who looked as though they were stuffed in their suits).
"Hey..." She stopped a couple of feet from him and managed not to blush at his appearance. His hair seemed a bit messier than usual (which was more than fine in her book) and he appeared older in his gray suit (older than a junior at least).
"I was assigned to take pictures and you owe me one, Mr. Grayson."
Her words managed to come out without the stutter that would've matched the fluttering in her stomach. Although worried for more than a week due to the date, she knew it'd be worth it in the end.
`notes :: LET'S CRUMP.?!!
`tags:: RILEY/HALES
`outfit:: CLICK ME NOOOOW
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Oct 3, 2011 18:11:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley's head poked up from his lap when he saw Miki heading towards him, her camera hanging around her neck as usual. She looked pretty in her pink and black dress, not too tight but just tight enough to make his cheeks warm up a little when he saw her for the first time. "Hi," he said, forcing back the butterflies in his stomach and jumping out of his seat a bit too eagerly. "That's Riley to you, and picture...sure." He tried not to groan when she mentioned that he owed her a picture, because he was happy to see her and didn't want to wreck that. That certainly wasn't the best thing he had heard all night, but hopefully this photo session would be better than the one he had managed to avoid from his mother. That was the good part of running out of the house, nervous as hell without so much more than a goodbye - there wasn't much time for anything embarrassing.
"Have your photography services been in demand tonight?" Riley asked curiously, remembering that he had seen her stop at least once or twice on her way over to snap a picture or two. The AV club had already tried to text him and say they wanted him backstage, as far as his job went, but he hadn't seen Miki yet and felt like it would have been a bad idea. Besides, they didn't need him - after all, all he was for was screwing things up, right? They could do the lighting and sound without him. Well, the sound, maybe...as far as lighting went, they were screwed without him, but he had a date and that was a lot more important than his stupid AV club duties.
Riley was, overall, pretty excited about the night. He was naturally a little flustered, but he knew that once he got over the initial awkwardness, he and Miki would have fun. It would be more natural once they got comfortable with each other again. He thought it was kind of weird, how sometimes you had to start all over when you met someone a second time, but he hoped this time wouldn't be a lot like that. His highest hopes for the night were pretty much not to break something while he was dancing...like his or Miki's face, for example. But he definitely wouldn't mention that seeing as he didn't want to freak her out. She was a pretty girl; she probably wouldn't want him messing up her nose or something, even on accident. He definitely wouldn't do something like that on purpose, at least, but there couldn't be any promises that his dancing wouldn't prove dangerous on a complete accident.
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Post by MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA on Oct 5, 2011 19:17:28 GMT -5
"That's Riley to you, and picture...sure."
The girl's left eyebrow rose and she didn't make a move to snap the boy's picture, instead choosing to take on of the fake-ice statue commissioned for the dance (sculpted into the vision of a Titan thrusting a spear high in the air). There was no point in taking a picture of a grimacing or slightly smiling boy. Since asking him out, when her head was saying 'Refrain' and her heart was screaming 'Go, you moron, go', she'd looked up all of her pictures with Riley in them; she found that his spontaneous smile was better than the forced appearance he put on (which was true for most camera-shy people).
"Hmm... No, I'll sneak attack you later when you're having fun..."
"Have your photography services been in demand tonight?"
"Oh yes. I've already taken a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Figgins, a couple of your AV peeps setting up shop, Sylvester in what I can only call a dress/tracksuit combination and several, clearly inebriated, teens."
"The city is at a war! Playtime for the young and rich
Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a sh-"
They were really hitting the Cobra Starship hard tonight. Miki smiled suddenly and darted off, pulling the strap of her camera off of her. Her heels skidded on the planks of the gym floor as she placed her camera on table with the rest of her equipment. Luckily, Riley hadn't been that far away from where she set up shop.
By the time she made it back, the song was only at the second verse. The sophomore leaned forward a bit and took a deep breath. Her feet didn't hurt as much as expected but heels were definitely only for party use.
"Remind me never to run around in these again. Now.." She turned towards the mass of dancing teens, all shaking and grooving to the rhythm of the song. "Come dance with me?"
Frankly, she'd only ever danced in front of her parents, David and her vanity mirror but she didn't mind trying it out in public. Plus, all the other couples made it look like fun. As she waited for Riley's answer, she pushed all the thoughts about visual peer pressure out of her head.
Not a time for philosophizing.
"The city is at war! Playtime for the young and rich. Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a sh- The city is at war!"
`notes :: AWKWARD CAMERON DANCING GIF.?!!
`tags:: RILEY/HALES
`outfit:: CLICK ME NOOOOW
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Oct 8, 2011 7:51:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley quickly raised and lowered an eyebrow at the mention of a sneak attack; he just hoped her camera didn't have a video setting, or his awful dance moves would be captured forever. But he knew he'd have fun once he actually got out there....just for now, he was still a little intimidated by the fact that he had a date and he might do something wrong. He didn't have a clue how to act around girls, since he'd never had a girlfriend or any of that typical teen guy stuff. Riley supposed he was just more atypical than typical, but he still knew that it was weird being enough of a loser not to have a girl go out with you. It was more that he'd been too shy to ask anyone, and most of the girls he knew were just his friends, but now he had Miki as a date, was at a dance (to actually dance rather than take up shelter in the lighting booth), and didn't know how to act or feel about any of it. Well, at least I remembered to dress up. Riley laughed when Miki mentioned Ms. Sylvester's tracksuit dress, remembering having caught a glimpse of it on the way in. " Yeah, teachers who are going to dress like that really shouldn't chaperone," he said, not meaning to sound like a jerk, but he still thought the dress was ridiculous. He then wrinkled his nose when she mentioned his inebriated classmates. He wasn't really all that surprised, but - having to attend all of McKinley's dances due to AV club duties - these things usually didn't end well when those drunk fights and stuff broke out. Principal Figgins really should set up a breathalyzer test before letting kids into the auditorium...but yet again, he didn't seem to care as much as a principal should. There had been that whole 'Alcohol Awareness Week' assembly last year - which he had witnessed from through the curtains, and the sight of the New Directions' alcohol puke wasn't pretty - but that was all a scam to make it look like he cared, as far as Riley could tell. " I'll try not to forget." Then Miki invited Riley to come dance with her, and that was when he froze for a moment, completely panicked. He couldn't dance if his life depended on it, and that was putting it lightly. The best he could do without looking like he'd been tasered was this little two-step thing that just made him look stupid, like he didn't care about what he was doing. Which, he didn't, but you weren't supposed to advertise that, especially when your date wanted to dance. That much, Riley had caught on to, having listened in on a couple of the arguments ensuing between couples in dances of years past. " Er..." he stammered, shuffling out onto the dance floor and feeling like he was probably about to hurt himself or someone else if he didn't rewire his brain RIGHT. NOW. ((this is EXACTLY how I envision the dangers of his dancing:CLICKY)) |
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Post by MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA on Oct 9, 2011 19:18:27 GMT -5
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"Er..."
When I say jump, you say how high
I ain't never seen nobody, how they get so high
Like a bird, like a plane, this party got me insane
This party got me insane, so jump jump jump jump
The floor of the gymnasium vibrated with the energy of the hundred-and-something adolescents jumping to the beat of the music. The DJ at the stereo system on-stage clapped his hands to the rhythm while searching for another 'club-banger' to play that wasn't too racy for the faculty. Miki began to shift her body to the beat and moved up and down with the beat as the other teens did. She attempted to pull Riley, lightly by, his left hand and then grab his right. She began to move her body completely, swaying from side-to-side.
"When we get to the chorus, just jump along with the song? In between the chorus just let yourself go a little!"
She had never tried it herself, save for the obvious family cleaning Saturdays when her move turn up some 80's music and dance. In fact, her father had made it a mission to teach his family how to do the robot, the electric slide and the Melbourne shuffle.
When I run up in the club, jump in, then I gotta be there
Check it out, shawty like Nike Air
Up up and away take it off like mere?
NBA ballin, I don't care
Miki shook her body along with the beat, smiling widely and letting go of her inhibitions for a moment or two. She had forgotten about the array of people around her and had even managed to push Riley out of her head; the music, the beat took the place of everything else. Flo-Rida arrived at the bridge of the song, calling for all the ladies on the dance-floor to move downwards, but they weren't the only ones. Even at his corner with his wife, Principle Figgins got a little 'jiggy' with the beat and got down.
Come on and jump, jump, jump
(All my ladies) get down, get down, get down
(All my ladies) get down, get down, get down
(All the fellas) jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
(All the fellas, the ladies, the fellas, the ladies, let me see you)
The lights around the gymnasium began to flash: bright red and vibrant blue all around the floor with dashes of bright white in-between. The heat of the area spiked as the song continued, the last section mixed by the DJ with the beginning of the Beastie Boys' Make Some Noise.
`notes :: LET'S CRUMP.?!!
`tags:: RILEY/HALES
`outfit:: CLICK ME NOOOOW
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Oct 16, 2011 8:56:40 GMT -5
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Riley didn't really know how to object when he was pulled onto the dance floor - and besides, he didn't want her to think he was a buzzkill just because he didn't have a clue how to dance - so he just kind of awkwardly shuffled, bobbing his head a little and probably looking like an idiot. When Miki tried to explain the art of it to him, he just nodded, trying to give her slight puppy dog eyes so that maybe he could get out of this. But it wasn't that hard once he got into it; the hard part was trying to seem coordinated. His dancing looked more like a cross between flailing and awkward arm movements he threw in to try and make it seem like he kind of knew what he was doing. It was an easy song to dance to, though, since the lyrics basically said it all - you just had to jump around and try not to look stupid...something Riley found a lot harder than it looked.
Of course, on the bright side, his worries about his sucky dance moves (if you could even call them 'moves') had completely shoved all his other inhabitions to the side, so when he finally managed to make himself shut up, it was just him and Miki and the music as far as he was concerned. That was when he stopped doing his awkward little two-step and started getting into it enough to stop caring and just go with the music. It really didn't matter if he was flailing around like an idiot anymore because it suddenly felt like it was just him alone in his bedroom instead of in front of a million other people. And, besides, it wasn't like he was the only bad dancer there...the students were probably too busy laughing at Figgins' moves to even pay attention to Riley. Maybe it was a good thing, after all - that he'd always blended into the wallpaper.
The song soon faded into the next and Riley stopped to catch his breath, running a hand through his hair and hoping he hadn't completely messed it up. It had taken him at least an hour to finally decide not to do anything with it, after all. He looked at Miki and inspected her for any sign of injury, relieved that he didn't seem to have smacked anyone. "Oh, good...I didn't hurt you. But I probably scarred you for life with that, didn't I?" He raised an eyebrow and awkwardly crammed his hands in his back pockets, kind of shifting weight in time to the music.
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