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Apr 22, 2011 18:30:44 GMT -5
Post by cinder on Apr 22, 2011 18:30:44 GMT -5
When you're dancing, sometimes you just don't talk. Well if by sometimes, you mean always.
Unless you're one of those annoying girls who chitchats and tries to ask for names and numbers. Cass was only seventeen, but she'd figured out pretty quickly that when a guy wants to dance, he wants to just dance.
Yet at the same time, what a girl wants, a girl gets. Cass had quite a will when she felt threatened or her pride was challenged. She jerked around wildly like a possessed insect as her current partner held her hips close to his, getting a little more personal than she would have expected from him. He looked to be fifteen, was inebriated to the extreme, and on top of that, he had no style. Yellow hair, green face, and a green jumpsuit made up his sunflower, daisy costume. Cass caught a sight of her own costume as she cranked her body around in the most awkward struggle of her life. A combination of hot, white spotlights swooping over the dance floor, and her all-black costume with tiny twinkles of searing light hadn't been the best choice for Cass. She hadn't realized the kind of party she was attending when the invite came in the mail - a nice girl, this had been a nice girl's costume party with a no drug, no drinks policy.
Cass had had a vision of herself gliding through the house as a new woman who didn't need to pop a pill to calm her buzzing head down, and who would require men to ask her for her name before flying her over a dance floor, swirling her beautiful dress around - and - and...
With a final shove, she stumbled out of the grasp of the flower child, who glared harmlessly at her for a few seconds before shaking a pack of pills in her face. Cassedy's pack of pills, the ones she had stuffed into a pocket of her floor-length skirt with no intentions of using, only flushing down a toilette later tonight. He popped a few of the blue's and jerked crazily (really resembling Cass' insect quiver dance she had used to repulse the nerd enough to escape)
Well tonight was just like any other, except instead of just being drunk, high, and sweaty she was also feeling an inescapable low that no amount of drugs could cure. Cass rubbed her arms as she weaved through a mesh of tight-knit couples. A few prowling men in hunters costumes or stormy black jackets that would suit her own starry-skied costume made moves, but she evaded them, slipping out of their grasp like the stars. They reached for her, but found that she was too far away. They moved on to luminous girls dressed in bright, short-skirted costumes and soaked in the lights they radiated. No amount of false, twinkling bulbs on her dress would make Cass shine like the true party girls.
So beautiful, so fresh. They made her want to cry.
Cassedy felt a hiccup-giggle of relief bubble from her mouth just as she took in her first breath of fresh air, a few feet away from the writhing crowd of people the "good girl" harlot had invited to celebrate her eighteenth. The thing about the hiccup was that it was relief, and simultaneous sickness. Her shoes made eerily loud clattering sounds as she dashed down halls, slamming against locked doors in search of a bathroom. Her body wretched and Cass turned to potted-plant that would have been rather pretty except that it now wreaked of barf as well as lavender. Cassedy wiped her mouth off and black paint smeared off her face. She had been reluctant to dye her skin black, knowing that she'd have to redye it white, then the same golden brown that was her "natural" skintone.
She moaned and shuffled down the hall, in a daze. Where had her night gone wrong? Had it been the moment she'd felt strong music pulsating through her veins, and still walked through the threshhold into her "friends'" house? Had it been when she'd reached into the back of pills and taken one to make the pain go away, or had it been when she'd gulped so much champagne in an effort to clear her throat of the guilty choke of powder? Perhaps when she'd allowed a few guys to skim their hands along her arms and hips, intertwine her and entrap for another long night of partying. Every time she resolved to leave behind the drinks and dangers of society, society pulled her right back in again with charming smiles and boyish charisma that Cass could not resist.
Eventually she found a staircase, and with the usual laws of logic in her head for a moment, the thought popped into her mind that with stairs came more rooms, and balconies and fresh air. A bed! Cass pulled her hair back from her face and took the stairs two at a time (stumbling only three or four times) she drifted through the corridors and sitting rooms before finding a door she rather liked, carved with seashells and mermaids. She closed her hands on the handle and pushed open into a bathroom. It was rather plain, considering the wealth of the family. Cass certainly would have turned in disgust if she had entered this bathroom sober, or with the intention of doing anything. But right now her blank mind registered a sink and a toilet with a cover. A seat and water was all she needed right now.
So she shuffled through and shut the door. She stripped down to a smudged-black shirt, formerly a shade of silver-grey. Her headdress looked limp and small on the floor, and suddenly Cass was standing in her long black skirt, suddenly dragging on the floor no that she was six inches shorter, a dirty t-shirt and a ragged main of black hair. She washed the paint and stain of guilt from her face and hair until Cassedy saw a familiar face, tan and beautiful with blue eyes and slightly-darker-than-usual blonde hair surrounding it. She still looked tired and high though. Truth be told, she was still feeling tired and low. Cass didn't bother to pick up her stuff, only shovel it all into a waste-can near her feet. She even ripped the moon headdress before her back slammed against a wall and her eyes blurred with tears. Life sucked, life sucks, life will suck. Her time was growing shorter and death was coming closer. And Cass was confused about whether or not to continue partying her way through life with a falsetto note to her smile, or to chase that feeling deep in her gut that there was more to existence, something spontaneous and worth living.
And so Cassedy ran down the hall with pounding, strong feet. She pumped her arms and batted away all her problems as they whisked the air. Her actions wreaked of spontaneity and she liked it. Finally, Cass saw the end of the hall and she kept running.
Straight into a door, straight into a room and straight into a boy. She sobbed with conviction and blindly looked at him. She saw white hair, white skin, white, white, white like a cloud and she focused on only him and not the room, it didn't matter. Only his eyes. Cass wondered idly if she was on a bad trip because they were red, and she didn't see the edges of contacts, nor any tell-tale signs of surgery. She shivered and in a commanding tone spoke to him with sudden conviction and fright. "Just dance with me please, I beg you. I don't want to do anything else."
ooc- hes an Avox? She just told him to do something XD so that explains any awksness. I left the room up to your decision. Please excuse this monster-size (I think its long, I haven't checked yet) Go ahead and reply with something short pulease :3 Cass is having a midlife crisis here ^^