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Post by Michelle on Dec 2, 2009 17:53:24 GMT -4
Hamish entered the converted Dance Hall in his usual clumsy fashion, dressed in what would be called formal for some, but casual formal for him. He donned a pair of baggy, faded black jeans, a white, collared shirt, a black tie, a black vest with suspenders underneath, all neatly topped off with his glasses and a top hat.
Why was he here? Why didn’t he just stick to his usual plan of studying? He would’ve liked to have blamed his roommate for convincing him into going, but Hamish knew it was his own fault over Dyniste’s. God, this was so stupid of him, turning up like this. He was about to turn and leave…
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Post by River on Dec 2, 2009 19:01:25 GMT -4
"Hey, Hamish!" Kemon caught sight of her new friend across the dining hall, and bounced over to greet him, her purple dress flowing around her gracefully. "You look great! A tad nervous, but great nonetheless. You should try the punch, it's spectacular." her ice blue eyes shone with excitement.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 3, 2009 9:41:42 GMT -4
…Until he heard someone call his name in an unmistakable, familiar accent. His top hat slid over his eyes as he whipped his head around, hiding everything from his view. I didn’t matter the least, however, because by the time he readjusted his hat over his red hair, Kemon was walking across the dance floor to talk to him, her purple gown bouncing around her figure with each step. Why her? He could hear Dyniste’s voice ringing loud and clear in his mind.
You must chase her through and out the ballroom, take thy maiden hand in the brilliant moonlight…
Hamish smiled at her, the corners of his mouth twitching nervously as his face and ears flushed bright pink.
“H-Hey Kemon,” he muttered once she reached him.
Why was he so nervous?
"You look great! A tad nervous, but great nonetheless. You should try the punch, it's spectacular."
“Um, th-thanks. Y-Yeah…I kinda…kinda get, um, really, uh…really ner-nervous a lot. Kind-kinda a b-bad h-ha-hab-habit. But…ah…you look…um…” His voice died away as he looked at her up and down.
Hamish never realized how beautiful Kemon was, and he felt like he was a mad man for not ever acknowledging the existence of her attractiveness until now.
“Oh, wow. You…you look…uh…beaut-beautiful. I-I guess you er…you already kne-knew that. B-but…ah…you really…really…look love-lovely.”
His cheeks burned red. He subconsciously fidgeted with his black tie as he stumbled over his words. Hamish used every ounce of courage in his body to look down and smile weakly at Kemon, and to look into her bright blue eyes like he did back at the Art Studio. His face still stayed red.
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Post by River on Dec 3, 2009 15:43:54 GMT -4
Kemon grinned. "Thanks! Oh and don't worry, I don't mind nervousness. Umm..." she hesitated, finding that for the first time in her life she wasn't entirely sure what to do. Should she ask him to dance? She kind of wanted to dance with him...but he seemed so nervous, he might not appreciate being put on the spot like that. She paused, debating what to say next.
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 3, 2009 23:52:18 GMT -4
Stine walked in to the dance, wearing a white suit. He was dressed as he normally would be though he still fit the roll of someone at the dance. “Vell zis iz very nice, and everyone looks zo vounderful,” he said surveying the room around him, He did not recognize anyone here though he had only meet one other person today. He walked over to the punch bowl and got himself some punch. He turned and watched everyone around him having fun. “Diese wird eine wundervolle Nacht sein,” he said allowed, knowing that no one could understand him.
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Post by River on Dec 3, 2009 23:59:45 GMT -4
Kemon, hearing the German, turned around and spotted Stine. "Ja, es wird. Hallo, ich bin Kemon. Wer sind Sie?" she responded automatically in German, smiling at him.
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 4, 2009 0:06:23 GMT -4
Stine hearing someone respond in German made him smile. He did not believe that he was going to hear a response let alone in German. He looked her in the eyes before speaking again, “Mein Name ist aufrichtiges Nathaniel Stine, es ist ein Vergnügen, Sie zu treffen.,” he said with a low bow. “Vere did you learn to speak german zo vounderfuly,” he said extending his hand to her.
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Post by River on Dec 4, 2009 9:13:21 GMT -4
Kemon shook his hand, her ice blue eyes shining. "Die Freude ist ganz meinerseits! Ich spreche mehrere Sprachen fließend. Und du?"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 4, 2009 9:55:27 GMT -4
“Um…I-I’ll…I’ll…er… go g-get us some p-punch.” Hamish scurried away like the coward he was to the drink table, waiting behind a dark-haired guy as he got himself some punch. Hamish poured two glasses, his hands shaking. He did his best to calm down, but he still felt tense. He returned to Kemon, who was now chatting to the same dark-haired guy, in…What was it, German?
"Ja, es wird. Hallo, ich bin Kemon. Wer sind Sie?"
“Mein Name ist aufrichtiges Nathaniel Stine, es ist ein Vergnügen, Sie zu treffen.”
"Die Freude ist ganz meinerseits! Ich spreche mehrere Sprachen fließend. Und du?"
“W-wow. Ph-ph-photography and n-now German?” He looked at Kemon in awe. “Is there s-s-something y-you’re uh…you’re not good at?”
Hamish turned to the dark haired guy.
“I-Ich bin H-Hame-Hamish. Th-that’s all the J-J-German I…ah…kn-know though, s-so t-tell me your n-name in um…English.” He felt a little more calmer around the stranger.
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Post by River on Dec 4, 2009 13:28:43 GMT -4
Kemon smiled. "Of course there are things I'm not good at. Math, for example. I suck at it. I could teach you a little German, if you wanted...unless there's another language you would rather learn to speak?"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 7:09:08 GMT -4
“Sh-sure, I…um…I w-wouldn’t m-mind. May-maybe n-not now…S-save it for, er…for t-tomorrow. I c-could…uh…could help w-with your m-m-maths if it’s…ah…if it’s th-that b-bad.” Hamish suggested, his fingers grasping the cuffs of his shirt tightly.
He wanted to ask her to dance. For some reason unknown to him, however, his mind wouldn’t stop making up excuses.
She might say no…you’re a bad dancer…you don’t know this song…it’d be rude to ditch the German guy…
For the fiftieth time that night, Hamish wished he had never decided to turn up to the dance. And then...it was like his mouth was moving on it's own accord...
"W-wouldyouliketodancewithme?" His voice was so rushed that the words were slurred together. Seconds pasted, and Hamish's face and ear burned scarlet. He swallowed hard.
He said it so quickly and quietly, that by the time Hamish had realized what he said, he was praying that Kemon didn't hear a word.
(I'm sorry if this is hard for you to interact to, Shikaru. If it is, I'll modify the post.)
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 14:03:53 GMT -4
Kemon paused, looking at him. Softly, she murmured, "I thought you would never ask." she grinned at him and reached out and took his hand. Turning to Stine, she said, "Ich würde gerne mehr tun, um Sie später zu sprechen, ist es schön, an jemanden, der eine andere Sprache als Englisch spricht hier zu finden." she smiled sweetly at him, then turned back to Hamish.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 18:44:53 GMT -4
The next thing he knew, he was cursing himself mentally all the way to the dance floor. Thoughts raced through his head. WHAT THE HELL? Why was he doing this? Was there something wrong with him? No, there was something wrong with HER. Why the hell did she say yes? Because she pitied him? Yes, that must be the reason. No girl in their right mind would decide to dance with Hamish, the firecrotch, the nervous wreck, puberty gone wrong…
Nevertheless, he led her out to the dance.
Nevertheless, he took her by the hip and hand.
…And nevertheless, they began to move.
His face was still as red as a tomato when he looked at her in the eyes.
“Umm…” Hamish said quietly, not quite knowing what to say.
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 18:54:57 GMT -4
"Shh, don't worry, you're fine," Kemon murmured softly, her ice blue eyes meeting his hazel ones. She moved with him, smiling softly up at him. "Relax, what are you worried about?" her accent made her voice soothing, comforting, and her warm smile lit up her face.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 19:29:13 GMT -4
“W-What I’m w-worried about?” he repeated, keeping his voice down so only the two of them could hear his stumbling of words. “L-Looking like a t-twat, st-stepping on your…um…feet, say-saying something c-c-completely stu-stupid, ruining y-y-your dress with my…my…m-my sw-sweaty p-palms…”
He stared into her blue eyes, feeling a little more relaxed.
“In short: Everything.” He sighed. “I’m sorry; I’m such a bloody mess…I get really ner-nervous around y-you, I have n-no i…uh…idea why.”
Hamish fixed his gaze at their feet now, carefully stepping around her feet.
“Thanks for saying y-yes, by the w-way.”
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