7. Ball posts
Feb 12, 2015 1:35:37 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 1:35:37 GMT
The ball threads (red carpet and main event) were too long and involved to post EVERY thread post. So will make this thread for the few times I did post with characters...
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5-27-2011 12:53 AM
CHARITY BALL: RED CARPET
Arianna
Arianna straightened her dress for the umteenth time then growled as the quarter's alert comm went off for the third time. “I'm coming!” she cried into it, pounding the button then releasing it. Her ride had come and she was going to the Ball... she hated it, but it was an order.
As she arrived at the gala, she had the driver park a few lengths back from the red carpet drop off. She hoped to avoid all the hullabaloo at the door. But as she approached the area and scanned for an alternative entrance, she realized she had no choice. Squaring her shoulders, and doubting anyone would recognize her anyway, she turned right and began to glide across the outer fringe of the people coming and going thru the throngs of reporters. Several reporters got in her face, and as one snapped a picture of her, she heard, “What is your name, honey? You with the Senate?” She couldn't resist.
“My name is Tink... I am a mechanic with the military.” Then as an aside, as if it was a big secret she whispered half covering her face so only one reporter heard her. “And they don't know I am sneaking in...” She laughed and waved once more, posed in her beautiful black dress and headed inside. No doubt she would hear about her antics later, but for now, she wanted to make her appearance known to Romon and his date so she could leave as soon as she had finished her drink.
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5-27-2011 01:04 AM
CHARITY BALL: MAIN EVENT
Arianna
She laughed as she exited the red carpet and entered the building following the crowd to the overlook that showed the ballroom at its finest. Telling the reporters she had snuck in was mean, and probably would get her in trouble. But it was worth it. She was ordered here by the Rogue Squadron XO, her second in command... but the woman hadn't ordered her to behave.
Moving down to the lower levels, Ari looked around till she found the bar, waited for those before her to get their drink and ordered an ale for herself. Maybe not a refined feminine drink, but she liked it. It didn't match her image in the beautiful dress, either. But that mattered nothing to her.
Sipping her drink she made her way to the balcony railing and began to search for her CO and XO... no doubt once she made her presence known she would be able to leave. She had to take the chance. Hey, if all else failed, maybe she would be arrested and escorted from the property. It would all be some horrible mistake, but if she kept her mouth shut, may take all night to sort out.
With that thought on her mind, she laughed out loud not caring who heard. The crowd was loud enough she doubted anyone would even if she wanted them too.
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05-27-2011, 01:14 AM
CHARITY BALL MAIN EVENT:
Jac Drae
*Dressing 'well' was never really a problem for Jac. Dressing formally, though, was not dressing well, and he'd gotten quite complacent when it came to dressing formally. He didn't want to attend this event in the first place, but as a member of a squadron that Trey Channel had placed enough faith in as to essentially make them a black ops group, he felt obligated to show support for the man, even if he was a politician.
He essentially had two choices if he was going to go. He could wear a formal suit, or he could wear his dress uniform. Either way, he wasn't going to be dancing, and he would have to check any weapons at the door - privilege of being military. The major difference between the two was the pockets. The dress uniform had a pocket that was barely big enough to hold a datacard or comlink, while the suit had large enough pockets to hold a small blaster if need be. The dress uniform was immediately ruled out, so only the suit was left. Luckily, the CoS had given warning to everyone, so Jac had gotten a rank patch placed on the edge of the sole outside pocket of the jacket, and a set of wings pinned onto the opposite lapel.
Not only was he representing the New Republic military at this event - the simple fact of being in the military while going ensured that was the case - he was also representing his parents. They supported the Republic, and were more than happy to donate some of the money they made to the cause. However, they were unable to attend due to a previous engagement. They hadn't said what that was, but their request had been clear. In effect, they'd obligated him to go, it was no longer his choice once they'd asked.
So he'd gotten dressed and gone, taking a taxi to within a few blocks, then hopping out. Three minutes later he was walking in a secondary entrance, where he checked the small holdout blaster and vibroblade he had brought along, then going through security and into the party itself. He knew that friends were planning on attending, but he hadn't spotted any just yet. He headed up the stairs towards one of the balconies with a bar. Pilots always went to the bar sooner or later.*
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05-29-2011, 01:18 AM
CHARITY BALL MAIN EVENT:
Romon
As Romon and Kelly entered the ball room, he took a moment to look around. In the air a pilots head was on a swivel, taking in and processing information in a split second. After a quick recon, Romon had a mental map- noting locations for secondary exits, seating areas, buffet tables, and the bar.
After leading Kelly over to the bar and getting a drink for his lady and himself, Romon led Kelly up to the top of one of the balconies, where he had seen the squadron's lead mechanic, Tink, performing her own recon run. As the two pilots got close, Romon looked at his girl, and with a smile and a wink asked: "So you actually ORDERED Tink to come?" Then looking back at the crew chief, Romon said, "You know Tink, you clean up pretty well. Now all you need is to find yourself a dance partner."
As he had been talking, Romon had moved his hand so he could gently run it up and down Kelly's back. Finding a spot of bare skin on the small of her back, he gently started tracing letters with pointer finger on his left hand as he was making conversation with the two women and looking around the ball room. If Kelly was really paying attention, and Romon was "writing" the letters clear enough, she would figure out that "I love you" was the message he was sending her.
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05-29-2011, 01:25 AM
CHARITY BALL MAIN EVENT
Arianna
Arianna smiled as she heard her COs voice. Seeing Romon and Kelly together made her smile broader. "Hard to disobey a direct command, Sir." She laughed and raised her drink in salute to her XO Kelly. "As to dancing, something tells me that isn't going to happen. But you two have a good evening and I will be sure not to let you get caught up in the arrest when they kick me out." She winked and leaned closer to Romon. "I told the reporters outside was was sneaking in. I am waiting to see who squeals first." She laughed once more and stood up taking another sip of her drink.
Secretly she wished someone would ask her to dance. But as she told the press, she really was a nobody in the grand scheme of things. She smiled and was grateful her CO wasn't a mind reading jedi.
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5-27-2011 12:53 AM
CHARITY BALL: RED CARPET
Arianna
Arianna straightened her dress for the umteenth time then growled as the quarter's alert comm went off for the third time. “I'm coming!” she cried into it, pounding the button then releasing it. Her ride had come and she was going to the Ball... she hated it, but it was an order.
As she arrived at the gala, she had the driver park a few lengths back from the red carpet drop off. She hoped to avoid all the hullabaloo at the door. But as she approached the area and scanned for an alternative entrance, she realized she had no choice. Squaring her shoulders, and doubting anyone would recognize her anyway, she turned right and began to glide across the outer fringe of the people coming and going thru the throngs of reporters. Several reporters got in her face, and as one snapped a picture of her, she heard, “What is your name, honey? You with the Senate?” She couldn't resist.
“My name is Tink... I am a mechanic with the military.” Then as an aside, as if it was a big secret she whispered half covering her face so only one reporter heard her. “And they don't know I am sneaking in...” She laughed and waved once more, posed in her beautiful black dress and headed inside. No doubt she would hear about her antics later, but for now, she wanted to make her appearance known to Romon and his date so she could leave as soon as she had finished her drink.
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5-27-2011 01:04 AM
CHARITY BALL: MAIN EVENT
Arianna
She laughed as she exited the red carpet and entered the building following the crowd to the overlook that showed the ballroom at its finest. Telling the reporters she had snuck in was mean, and probably would get her in trouble. But it was worth it. She was ordered here by the Rogue Squadron XO, her second in command... but the woman hadn't ordered her to behave.
Moving down to the lower levels, Ari looked around till she found the bar, waited for those before her to get their drink and ordered an ale for herself. Maybe not a refined feminine drink, but she liked it. It didn't match her image in the beautiful dress, either. But that mattered nothing to her.
Sipping her drink she made her way to the balcony railing and began to search for her CO and XO... no doubt once she made her presence known she would be able to leave. She had to take the chance. Hey, if all else failed, maybe she would be arrested and escorted from the property. It would all be some horrible mistake, but if she kept her mouth shut, may take all night to sort out.
With that thought on her mind, she laughed out loud not caring who heard. The crowd was loud enough she doubted anyone would even if she wanted them too.
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05-27-2011, 01:14 AM
CHARITY BALL MAIN EVENT:
Jac Drae
*Dressing 'well' was never really a problem for Jac. Dressing formally, though, was not dressing well, and he'd gotten quite complacent when it came to dressing formally. He didn't want to attend this event in the first place, but as a member of a squadron that Trey Channel had placed enough faith in as to essentially make them a black ops group, he felt obligated to show support for the man, even if he was a politician.
He essentially had two choices if he was going to go. He could wear a formal suit, or he could wear his dress uniform. Either way, he wasn't going to be dancing, and he would have to check any weapons at the door - privilege of being military. The major difference between the two was the pockets. The dress uniform had a pocket that was barely big enough to hold a datacard or comlink, while the suit had large enough pockets to hold a small blaster if need be. The dress uniform was immediately ruled out, so only the suit was left. Luckily, the CoS had given warning to everyone, so Jac had gotten a rank patch placed on the edge of the sole outside pocket of the jacket, and a set of wings pinned onto the opposite lapel.
Not only was he representing the New Republic military at this event - the simple fact of being in the military while going ensured that was the case - he was also representing his parents. They supported the Republic, and were more than happy to donate some of the money they made to the cause. However, they were unable to attend due to a previous engagement. They hadn't said what that was, but their request had been clear. In effect, they'd obligated him to go, it was no longer his choice once they'd asked.
So he'd gotten dressed and gone, taking a taxi to within a few blocks, then hopping out. Three minutes later he was walking in a secondary entrance, where he checked the small holdout blaster and vibroblade he had brought along, then going through security and into the party itself. He knew that friends were planning on attending, but he hadn't spotted any just yet. He headed up the stairs towards one of the balconies with a bar. Pilots always went to the bar sooner or later.*
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05-29-2011, 01:18 AM
CHARITY BALL MAIN EVENT:
Romon
As Romon and Kelly entered the ball room, he took a moment to look around. In the air a pilots head was on a swivel, taking in and processing information in a split second. After a quick recon, Romon had a mental map- noting locations for secondary exits, seating areas, buffet tables, and the bar.
After leading Kelly over to the bar and getting a drink for his lady and himself, Romon led Kelly up to the top of one of the balconies, where he had seen the squadron's lead mechanic, Tink, performing her own recon run. As the two pilots got close, Romon looked at his girl, and with a smile and a wink asked: "So you actually ORDERED Tink to come?" Then looking back at the crew chief, Romon said, "You know Tink, you clean up pretty well. Now all you need is to find yourself a dance partner."
As he had been talking, Romon had moved his hand so he could gently run it up and down Kelly's back. Finding a spot of bare skin on the small of her back, he gently started tracing letters with pointer finger on his left hand as he was making conversation with the two women and looking around the ball room. If Kelly was really paying attention, and Romon was "writing" the letters clear enough, she would figure out that "I love you" was the message he was sending her.
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05-29-2011, 01:25 AM
CHARITY BALL MAIN EVENT
Arianna
Arianna smiled as she heard her COs voice. Seeing Romon and Kelly together made her smile broader. "Hard to disobey a direct command, Sir." She laughed and raised her drink in salute to her XO Kelly. "As to dancing, something tells me that isn't going to happen. But you two have a good evening and I will be sure not to let you get caught up in the arrest when they kick me out." She winked and leaned closer to Romon. "I told the reporters outside was was sneaking in. I am waiting to see who squeals first." She laughed once more and stood up taking another sip of her drink.
Secretly she wished someone would ask her to dance. But as she told the press, she really was a nobody in the grand scheme of things. She smiled and was grateful her CO wasn't a mind reading jedi.