27 Jul 2021, 19:41
The Afterparty
Follow-up from Blossom Ball
Once out of the range of prying eyes and ears he would push her (unless she avoided him) away. It was nothing gentle or kind, just he was not a brawny boy (3 strength can be problematic). "Get away from me you damned freak," Pride would mutter as he seemed to brush off the girl germs he was now infected with on the arm she had clenched onto. "Don't you have other boys to reject you?"
It was freezing out here, this was hardly the time or the place to be mostly naked. He was not going to be able to catch up now, Vlad would be too far ahead and he needed to shake off this witness still. She would likely skree at him, blame him for something that was [for once] not his fault. He was not really listening, he did not care. Her feelings, sentiments, or ambitions were about as relevant to him as monogamy.
"Join the other girls at the ball, the place reeks of the same desperation that I find on you," the girls that feel irrelevant, the same because for the most part they were. Cardboard cutouts and Barbie's that wear make-up and play dress up. They lack for thought or interest but make up for it in ballgowns and perceived class but it was doubtful any of them even knew what spoon came next without a diagram.
@Winnie Harper
Mathias was not carrying a girl out, more he had developed a girl-sized growth on his person that he would need an accomplished dermatologist to scrape off. Unbeknownst to him, this growth would prove cancerous.Not intended to be a long thread, just getting a conclusion and my slap to the face or whatever I earned for being a bad boy.
Once out of the range of prying eyes and ears he would push her (unless she avoided him) away. It was nothing gentle or kind, just he was not a brawny boy (3 strength can be problematic). "Get away from me you damned freak," Pride would mutter as he seemed to brush off the girl germs he was now infected with on the arm she had clenched onto. "Don't you have other boys to reject you?"
It was freezing out here, this was hardly the time or the place to be mostly naked. He was not going to be able to catch up now, Vlad would be too far ahead and he needed to shake off this witness still. She would likely skree at him, blame him for something that was [for once] not his fault. He was not really listening, he did not care. Her feelings, sentiments, or ambitions were about as relevant to him as monogamy.
"Join the other girls at the ball, the place reeks of the same desperation that I find on you," the girls that feel irrelevant, the same because for the most part they were. Cardboard cutouts and Barbie's that wear make-up and play dress up. They lack for thought or interest but make up for it in ballgowns and perceived class but it was doubtful any of them even knew what spoon came next without a diagram.
@Winnie Harper
Event NPC
27 Jul 2021, 21:38
The Afterparty
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To say that Winnie was horrified by these turn of events would be an understatement. She had practically nestled against someone she very much disliked... No, perhaps it was more than dislike now. If Mathias hadn't pushed her off of him, she would have just released his arm and ran for the hills. She stumbled backwards, blinking over at him at the insult. Ah. Freak. It was an insult she was accustomed to at this point, although her bullies also enjoyed using different variations of the word. In a way she was relieved; she could handle mean words. They were often wrong, it was only the ones with some semblance of truth that bothered her. The other part of her, however, was still absolutely horrified, especially since Pride seemed to think her decision was one she would make with a sound mind. UGH! How DARE he!
"... You think I wanted to be on your arm?" Winnie suddenly hissed at the Slytherin, venom laced in her words. "It's the damn punch; it's been spiked." She held up the half-empty pitcher, as if this alone were proof.
"DESPERATION?! Are you KIDDING me? Let me make myself perfectly clear." She huffed, the gesture somewhat similar to a toonish character. She stepped forward, her eyes narrowing into a death glare. She definitely didn't look threatening given her size, but every fibre of her being was directing hatred towards the boy. She would use all her power to try and shove the Slytherin onto the ground (Feel free to dodge, if not: [d20 : 16] + 5 = 21), and, if she succeeded, she would stand over him with her hands on her hips. "Mathias Pride, I wouldn't want to date or kiss you if you were the LAST WIZARD on this earth. I hate you. No... I LOATHE you! You are nothing but a jerk. There is a reason you have to steal kisses; no one wants to kiss your DUMB face! And the only reason... THE ONLY REASON I stood near you was because of the damn potion, and even potion eventually wears off. You would have to continuously spike my food to even make yourself SOMEWHAT tolerable, you stupid, horrid, jerk!"
She would point towards the boy, rather dramatically, but it was Winnie, after all. "From this day forward, you and I are enemies. I hope you never forget my face, Pride, because I am going to remind you how much I HATE YOU every chance I get!" With that, she would attempt to splash the rest of the pitcher into his face (I said I would! Feel free to dodge this too!). He could take another juice bath for all she cared!
Stats (May 2021): Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 5
Abilities: Healing Sage
Inventory: Purse/Clutch | Wand
│ │ | │ │ | STA: 15 • EVA: 18 • STR: 8 WIS: 11 • ARC: 7 • ACC: 17 | │ │ | • Healing Sage • Muggle Condition • Paragon of Health • • Poison Resistance • Animagus • Wandmaker • Lovely Creature • | │ │ | │ │ |