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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Dec 22, 2010 18:01:45 GMT -7
Errol planned on spending Christmas with his parents, and indeed he would, but a ball? Hellz yes. Errol, unlike some of the boys he was fidgeting, was quite at home in a black tuxedo with a bright blue tie. Underneath is, just for the fun of it, he had a Christmas-y one, one with reindeer all over it, but it was smaller than the blue one, so he'd gotten into the ball. He'd occasionally flash his tie at people who knew him - and indeed, his handful of friends knew full well he had a thing for weird ties. A formal occasion wouldn't stop that.
The music, however, not tie flashing, was what brought him to the ball. The tunes were weren't the radio ones like from Halloween, and while that put off some dancers, Elmo was more at him with this music that Halloween. The only issue was that he couldn't just grab some random soul and dance with them, for the obvious reason of formality, and if he did that to pretty well any of the girls, they'd trip and die on their dresses. It was a pity he didn't have a date, but then, he didn't get out of his music making rut much to see what was on the market. So he'd stick with just asking random girls. And Chess, probably. Chess would dance with him just for the fun of it, he hoped. If she was here. He hadn't asked if she would be, but pink hair would direct him to her anyways.
Errol stepped out of the way of a couple that he didn't recognise, and stood near the musicians, admiring their work of green ribbons, with the occasional smokey blue, and yes - even some yellows, but in the right context and moderation, yellows worked. There were some little purple and pink stardrops (that's what he called the little pointy drips he kept seeing) falling around at his feet like rain, disappearing into the gym floor. The gentle white lights on the trees made a marvelous twinkling sound; sort of like bells but very unassuming when he moved his head to any degree, adding to the melodies he both saw and heard. When there was particular emphasis on a note, tasted, a mild, honey and almonds flavour. All the sensory input made for a lovely bit of heaven for the junior, and Errol was so used to the input that he could ignore it to some extent if he wanted to, but right now, he just stood and took it all in. He really was sorry that no one else got that - the attic kids might have their fun, but they had nothing on him.
He shut his eyes, though the colors of the music still continued, on blackish grey instead of around he world, but the twinkling stopped. He was tempted to open his eyes for it, but couldn't be bothered to move so some as he put to mind the rhythm and colors, a small smile on his face as he began to hum. Well, if he didn't dance, he could certainly enjoy the music for the night.
In time, the song ended, and Errol opened his eyes once more, blinking as the rest of the world came back. A girl in a pink dress walked past, and he had to say (if only to himself), it looked lovely, but tasted a bit like febreze. He promptly headed for the punch, got himself a little, and downed it, removing the taste. He threw out the cup shortly thereafter, and returned to his spot by the musicians, before spotting someone he knew - at last! - approaching him.
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Post by Chess Reid Ibis on Dec 24, 2010 22:34:00 GMT -7
So Chess wasn't travelling for the holidays being that she lived here and thus didn't have to travel. A few out of state relatives were coming in to visit though, but she wasn't required to be social until christmas and thus she could go to the dance no problem. She did have a fancy dress from a dance she had gone to at another school. Seeing as nobody had seen her in the dress here it was no issue with wearing it again. Besides, what was the point of buying a new dress if you didn't have to? Thus she put it on to make sure it still fit a few days ahead, and now was wearing it to get ready. Which, it took her considerably less time to get ready than most. Though much of the time was spent procrastinating doing her hair to be honest. As nice as it would look she wasn't looking forward to doing it for the simple reason of it would take a while. Being that she reached a point where she couldn't put it off anymore she sighed and set about curling her hair so it looked like it had in her past life. Though nobody but the RSOR would know that being that there weren't really any pictures of her. Besides it was a nice look that most would just think she found somewhere. The only thing was that her hair had pink all through it so thus she had some pink curls instead of just blonde ones. Her bangs were left straight though being that they would look weird curled. Then she finished her make-up, slipped on some flats, stuffed her phone and a few other essential things into her shirt before her parents insisted on driving her to the school. Trying not to roll her eyes too much she finally made it to the school and paid her way in.
Now of course she would have to find the people she knew. Though she did know quite a few people at this point thanks to the RSOR, so she could either find that group, or she could go find the other people she knew. Which was mainly Errol seeing as he didn't really get along with a lot of people other than her. She was fine with that though seeing as not everyone got along with her either so they had a general understanding of that. Also, there was the fact they enjoyed annoying the daylights out of one another for whatever reason. After a bit of walking around the gym she noted that she hadn't really seen anyone she knew. Which meant either they were moving around like she was, or they weren't here yet. Either was entirely possible, but she was finding herself definitely wishing to find someone so she didn't feel so awkward just walking around by herself. After all it wasn't as if she had a date. She didn't really want to ask anyone being that she would feel odd about it for whatever reason. Especially being that it was always possible that she would end up asking a straight girl or a gay guy on accident and then make things extremely awkward for both parties. Ah well, she should have just sucked it up, but she was fine with coming alone. Not like having a date was required or anything which would have made things considerably less fun, and besides you could always grab one of your friends to slow dance with you without it being awkward for any reason.
Finally, after quite a bit of searching she spotted someone she recognized hanging out by the music. Well, that completely figured knowing him. So she weaved her way through the crowd towards him with a smile while the curls in her hair bounced about. They were definitely distracting that was for sure. Ah well she'd get used to it eventually. After making her way through it seemed that Errol had spotted her as well. Not like she was hard to see with pink hair and blue make up. She probably really reminded someone of cotton candy now. Ah well, she liked cotton candy so it was completely fine, and also she had to say pink and blue went together rather well. Which was why she was also wearing hot pink, with blue spots, tights despite the fact you couldn't really see them at the moment. With a smile she walked up and poked his stomach. Am I colorful enough for you today? she teased while she poked him. He always said she was monotone, but how that worked when she had bright pink hair she would never know. Ah well, that was Errol for you. He was definitely an odd duck, but she didn't mind at least. Nope, it was what made him interesting, and besides when he was mean she just swatted him with her sketch book to make it better. Though she didn't have that at the moment so she would just swat him on the arm and eye him if he was mean. She didn't think he would be though being that he definitely seemed to enjoy dances if the last one was any indication. So what's up? she asked with a smile while making one of her curls spring back into place after pulling on it.
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Dec 26, 2010 19:32:49 GMT -7
The music was very good. Errol would have done a couple things different it he was in charge, and he could only hope for he day when he would be. One of these days he was going to put himself in charge of an orchestra. He was going to write music and get paid for it, and then where would everyone else be? In his dust! Errol was confident he could have done it long ago, but his parents kept saying no, and sadly, he was still their charge. Like sucks sometimes. They'd be in his dust too. Classical might have been one of the lowest selling genres of music, but that hardly put Errol off from the idea that most people would be eating his dust in some way or another, even if he just knocked them down and kicked dirt at them.
Not a lot of people deserved that treatment, though, and at a Christmas ball Errol wasn't dwelling too much on it. He was just watching for someone he knew. Anyone, even Chelsea, though she was usually around other attic people...rsor, or whatever the hell it was. He turned his sights from the musicians, to see a young lady with pink curls bouncing up to him. Chess, of course. Who else had pink hair? Though usually she didn't curl it, he had to say she looked very, very nice, between her hair and the blue dress. She walked right up to him and poked him in the chest, and he grinned.
"Yeah, you're looking a bit less monotone, Chess." It wasn't that she typically dressed in a drab manner, but her pictures and Errol's had some major differences, even if the skill level disparity was discounted. Errol's pictures were much like he world; full color, with more to boot, seemingly at random, flying every which way, whereas hers had significantly less of that. "But what about yer purdy pictures, are they less monotone?" He was tempted to throw in a take on her name, while he was at it, but didn't. Tonight was a nice night, he didn't want himself hit with a handbag, or, seeing as she did not have a handbag, slapped, beaten or injured. He got heat stroke at the last dance, he was planning to get through this one unscathed.
He didn't return the poke, but did speak again when asked what was up. "Not a whole hell of a lot," He admitted with a shrug. "I haven't see purdy yet, or anyone to dance with, unless I go bother the Eastwood kids, I suppose. Or, unless, you'd like to honor me with a dance..." He trailed off a little as she pulled on one of her curls and it bounced back. Errol tilted his head to one side, then reached out and pulled down on one of them, not enough for her to really feel it, and released with a goofy grin on his face. There was just something innately amusing about the bouncing, even if it offered no extrasensory input at all. So he did it again. And once more for good measure. And then once more.
"I have decided," Errol said, like some supreme judge of the universe about to lay down the law. "Your hair is really fun curly. It doesn't taste or see or sound but it is fun curly. Okay? Okay, Errol." He mused, and it was hard to tell if it was him speaking to himself or not. To him, it didn't matter. To avoid a swat - if he hadn't already earned one, he dropped his hand, and shoved it in a pocket to resist the urge to start playing with her hair again. "So anyways...how're you? He added, still with that goofy grin.
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Post by Chess Reid Ibis on Dec 28, 2010 14:35:35 GMT -7
Chess really wasn't sure this was her type of music, but hey it was an excuse to get out of the house as well as an excuse to dress up and hang out with her friends. Which, being that it was Christmas break, most of them would probably go home or would end up stuck with their families for most of it. Might as well use the chance to see them one last time before the new year came up. Besides, she liked to dress up so thus wearing a dress was no big deal for her. Though she was wearing shorts underneath. Wasn't going to chance that, and besides she was more comfortable that way. Thus she'd put on some black shorts and was finding her way around the dance looking for people. There were several students she didn't recognize from around, and she was guessing they were the students from the other school. Honestly she wasn't sure why they were even here, but it was probably due to the whole seasonal spirit of giving, and with a poorer school they could visit a nicer one and have fun or something. Or maybe it was because the teachers liked to make things a little awkward being that neither group knew the other and thus it would be the first meeting for most. Which, first meetings were always at least a bit awkward no matter why it was happening. Anyway she needed to find people she knew before things got super awkward. Which, if she was just standing around by herself, it would happen fast. Thus she was super glad she finally spotted someone that she knew. Sure most of her other friends weren't all that fond of him, but they didn't have to be. Just so long as she could tolerate his oddness it was fine for hanging out with him, and really she had no room to judge someone else for being odd. She did have piercings and pink hair after all.
It also seemed that he was happy to see her and so she just walked up and poked him. Then smiled again when he said she was a little less monotone today. Well she was wearing bright colors, but then again she didn't usually dress in monotone colors. It was more that her pictures were monotone, but she could always add a little more color to her next project to see what would happen. Hearing his statement she shrugged a bit. My next project will be super colorful, just because it can be. she said with a smile. Hey, at least he wasn't changing her name today. Maybe he just didn't want to be swatted at. Which, she didn't really feel like swatting him tonight either. So as long as he didn't start changing her name everything would be fine and pleasant. Then she asked what was up and it didn't seem he was up to anything. She giggled a bit when he said he hadn't seen purdy. You're the only one I have seen that I know. Though it's always possible everyone either went home or didn't come, and I could dance with you if you wanted. she said noting he had trailed off when she had made one of her curls bounce back to her head. Well, it was distracting so she couldn't really blame him. Though when he reached over and pulled down on one himself she raised an eyebrow at him. He seemed to be amused though, so she was going to let him play with it for a few moments before she swatted him to stop. Though it seemed he stopped on his own so thus he didn't need swatted. Well, that was good. She didn't want to have to swat him after all.
Then she heard him say that he decided that her hair was fun curly. Maybe I'll curl it more often then. I can distract myself when class is boring then. she noted with a smile. She reached over and poked at his stomach a few times for the hair tugging he had done. That was a fair enough trade off she thought. Then he asked how she was and the pink haired girl shrugged. Pretty decent. You? she asked him while playing with her curls a bit again. At least they weren't falling out or something. Seeing as that would only annoy her and it would ruin the look she was going for. Ah well, there were worse things that could happen she supposed, but she would rather nothing bad happen really. Then again there probably weren't that many people who wanted bad things to happen. Though the two serial killers probably wanted bad things to happen, but she wasn't sure where they were right now, and honestly she didn't care. Just so long as they left her alone it was fine with her. Seeing as she didn't really want to deal with them, and she was kind of the one's type. She'd be keeping that bit of information to herself though. Instead she would just try to enjoy herself tonight and hang out with the friends that didn't go home and those that actually lived here.
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Jan 1, 2011 17:52:43 GMT -7
Almost any musical occasion could draw Errol to its gates, but balls were special, where they played his kind of music without question. Classical was so severely underrated it was almost funny if it wasn't so sad. You know what made movies good? Background sound, background MUSIC. Sure, it wasn't like every scene has to have music behind it, but it was the sort of thing that made a fight scene that much better, even if you barely noticed it. Music like that could grip a soul just as much, if not more, than music "with words".
Music could color the world...though to be frank, so did painting. And so when Chess said her next project was going to be super colorful, he grinned, like the maniac he was. "Colors?" He asked, brown eyes big. Maybe the Christmas spirit just got into her or something, but Errol was going to hold that to her, regardless. He wanted to see colors. And not just on his drawings. He wanted to see them on hers, since to be frank, she was much better at drawing than he would ever be. A colorful picture of hers would be amazing, he just knew it. "Color, color, losta color! You may even get into a museum one day." Her work might be already in a museum or two, but Errol would never know.
He was a bit preoccupied with her hair, which looked very fine indeed all curly, and the pink curls kinda made a nice accent...it was very nice, Errol had to say. Very nice hair...oh yes, where was he? He heard her mention something about a dance, which was enough to pull Errol's eyes (and hand) from her hair before he got a swat. With Chess, it was always about knowing the point just before getting swatted, and going just to there. Or beyond, but then you got swatted and that may defeat the point. "Dance?" He echoed. "Yes dance!" But not right away, it seemed, since she poked him a few more time, probably to make up for the hair, and said something about the hair.
"You should. Unless you're scared of my playing with it. But it's purdy." Errol nodded. He really was distracted by the hair of Chess Ibis, so he did his best to change the subject. "The ball tastes like honey." You couldn't get much further a subject change than that, yes? "And I am good. Now we dance." He decided, and began to tap his foot in time with the little pink stardrops.
He took once of her hands, and the other moved to her waist as he began to waltz. He knew how to move his feet, it was almost automatic. Unlike purdy, who he gave a crash-course in dancing. The guy said he was going to dance with someone, and didn't even know where to put his hands. He gave him a crash course, but didn't see him yet. He had to wonder who he could be dancing with, to be that worried about it. And so they danced, and Errol spun her and dipped her just as he felt he should. He wasn't showing off for once, he just liked dancing. Now granted, not a lot of the other pairs did much fancy stuff but whatever. Errol got lost in the dancing, looking a little spaced out with a smile on his face as he went along, aware enough not to bump himself or Chess into anyone, but he didn't look up s the song ended. Nope. Not even once, why would he?
Little did he know just then he ended up under mistletoe. He heard someone laugh, and looked up. "Lookie that." He said, noting the mistletoe above them. Did he dare? He knew Chess preferred girls a bit more than guys, but. He was Errol. If he was dared by a plant to kiss someone, he would.
So he gave her a second to note the mistletoe, and then he kissed her. Hah.
Errol - 1
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Post by Chess Reid Ibis on Jan 1, 2011 22:16:33 GMT -7
Chess actually liked dressing up despite the fact that it seemed most of the girls she knew did not. It was odd really that she wasn't really friends with any girly girls considering she was one for the most part. Well, minus the fact that she could give someone a black eye, but that was beside the point. Sure she was fine with their choice to never wear dresses, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to wear them. Not because she was forced to either, but because she liked to dress up and liked having an occasion to do so. So yeah she was a bit girlier than she let on most of the time, but hey sometimes it was fun to surprise people. Anyway she had other things to worry about, like what her next project for art was going to be seeing as she had agreed to make it more colorful. She knew he'd hold her to that too, and being that he was in her art class obviously he would be able to make her keep said bargain. Ah well it might be fun to add a bunch of color in for once. Sure coloring could be a huge pain at times, but she would just have to deal for this one project. Unless of course she was bothered by him to do a million more with color, and she was guessing he just might do that. Yes colors she said when he asked about the color. Then he seemed very much excited and said she may even get into a museum one day. Well, she probably was actually already in a museum, and was a wax figure in one even, but she wasn't about to tell him that. Just one of those things that she couldn't go around blurting out. I may, you never know. she said with a smile at him.
Well at least he knew to stop, or maybe he just got distracted by the fact that she said she would dance with him. Either way he wasn't going to be swatted for tugging on her hair. Well, right now he wouldn't be anyway seeing as if she was going to curl it in the future and he just sat there and played with it she may swat him. Or maybe she'd just let him seeing as it wasn't as if it hurt or anything. Was just distracting to have pink curls bouncing about randomly. She'd probably get used to it if it happened on a regular basis though. Then it seemed he was distracted when he echoed her statement of dance, and then probably realizing what he said he agreed to dance with her. Though of course she had to poke him a few times to get him back for tugging on her hair. Seeing as that was only fair after all. Well it seemed he approved of the idea of her curling it every day. I just may curl it. Though it does take quite a while to do. So maybe a few less curls.... she said after a moment of pondering it. Then he said the ball tasted like honey, and it was at that point that he totally confused her. Wait what? You lost me there Errol. she said looking very confused, but then he stated he was good and then it seemed he had decided again that they were dancing. Though him tapping his foot in time wasn't exactly dancing.
It seemed that thought came too soon though seeing as only a few moments later he had taken one of her hands, and put the other one on her waist. Sure she didn't really know how to waltz, but he was leading so she was just doing her best to follow along. At least she wasn't going to be tripping over any high heeled shoes or anything. That was one plus at least, and besides he was doing most of the directing anyway so she wasn't worried about it. Though it seemed like he was spinning and dipping her more than was actually necessary for the dance. She didn't mind though seeing as she did enjoy it quite a bit. Chess had to say that he looked a little spaced out though, but that was probably because the music was putting a bunch of colors all around him. That had to be distracting, and she wondered how he got anything done with it there all the time. It seemed he was paying enough attention not to bump them into anyone though, so that was good at least seeing as she didn't really want to have to apologize to a bunch of people because Errol was staring off into space while dancing. Seeing as that would not exactly be easy to explain, how did a person space out while waltzing anyway? Then again it was Errol, so anything was really possible she supposed. It was then she heard someone laughing and she blinked a little confused and then Errol said something about looking somewhere. Turning back to him she noted where he was looking and her eyes drifted upwards. Who the hell put mistletoe there? Considering most teachers typically were against students making out it seemed a little hypocritical of them. Though she didn't really get much chance to ponder this seeing as Errol kissed her. Which made her just blink in a bit of shock. Well, despite the fact she was standing under mistletoe she wasn't actually expecting to be kissed by Errol. Thus she ended up blushing a very bright red. She really wasn't even sure what to do at this point either. So basically she was standing there very surprised and blushing. There were several things she could do sure, but she was kinda a bit too shocked to do any of them at the moment.
Though after a moment she was slightly less shocked. They were under mistletoe after all, and it figured that Errol would follow such a tradition despite the fact it was an odd one. Well now, what was she supposed to do? She had just been kissed by Errol and really wasn't sure whether she should swat him or do something else. For now though she was going to remain in a state of slight shock.
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Jan 18, 2011 19:48:26 GMT -7
Errol was sure that Chess could one day make it into a museum...or her artwork, at any rate. Anyone could physically walk into a museum, it was another thing to have works hung in one, works that were yours. Errol didn't know it was likely her works were already there, (how could he?) but he knew she had the needed skill to get in. He didn't plan on getting into a museum by physical art. Nah, he was going to become the next household name in classical music. A tall order when you considered the last ones to do so died some two hundred years ago. But Errol Murdock was gonna be one of them. He would see to it. He had binders and binders of music to blast to the world, and they were gonna hear it, like it or not. He was gonna make a number, and the world was gonna hear it, whether they liked it or not!
One thing at a time, though. First thing was getting through this ball alive. Not a tall order at all, provided he didn't go off on a tangent about her hair again, which with her talking about required a lot of willpower. He didn't know why he'd recently become so affected by her...but damn her hair. It was so pretty. "Yeah...sure..." He didn't want to say a ton, or he knew he'd go from distracted to obsessed for no reason at all. "It does indeed taste like honey." He added, glad to be free of the hair thing. "It just does. You dunno it cause your senses are all blocked up, but take my word for it...it's honey, all right." Errol wasn't sure why, but he wasn't going to complain about the area tasting like honey in general, given how bad other things could taste.
It wouldn't be at all hard to kill Errol via sensory overload, but a lot of the time he enjoyed the "extrasensory" imagery he got; sometimes he could also block it out, like an ordinary person may glaze over detail - do you remember the numbers of steps in the staircase in your house, despite climbing them every single day? - and so he could waltz, movements smooth but somewhat automatic to the music, but he enjoyed it no less. It was relaxing to dance slowly, unlike Halloween, where he collapsed of heat exhaustion, thanks in a large part to costume choice.
Halloween definitely had it's tricks and treats, but Christmas, it seemed, would have the biggest trick of them all, what with mistletoe. He never really understood why hanging plants had anything to do with giving someone a peck on the lips, but generally, Errol wasn't going to complain, it did me he had reason to randomly kiss someone, in this case, Chess. He'd probably taste beans for it later, too, in the way of a swat. But a dare (albeit from a plant) was still a dare, so he went about kissing her. After he moved away again, still holding her ask though he was going to continue dancing, he noted how red she was going, and a goofy, bemused and surprised he didn't get a violent reaction smile took over his features. Was he just maybe, just possibly, going to get away with kissing her? "I suppose we should get out from under this stuff." Errol said, thoroughly amused with the look of shock on Chess' features. It was sure a change from how sharp she could be! He led her back to the dance floor and once again they began to dance, though Chess didn't seem quite back to earth yet.
"Hey, it could have been worse, y'know. I could have eaten garlic over listerine. Or it could have been any random dude happening to be walking past." Some of the guys here were creeps. They weren't just moody bastards like he knew he typically was, they were creeps, or jock-sorts, or attic kids. Or any of them, in Errol's opinion, since he decided right then and there he didn't want any of them kissing Chess.
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