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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jun 21, 2008 1:54:10 GMT -5
Where my party, pa’ party party pa’ party people at? [/right] Today would be a good day. Thats exactly what Elliot decided the moment that the neighbor told him their daughter was having a birthday party and sleepover. Which ment that he would be free all night to do whatever he pleased. It was not a common thing that Elliot had time to do that, either. He was always watching his little sister. Always. So he jumped at the chance to do anything fun and exciting when he got the chance.
What he decided to do, would be go to The Elements. It would be stress free, and fun and exciting. There was always something going on there. He could dance, and with his fake id, get some drinks in. Getting wasted wasn't a good idea, because Alexandria would be back in the morning. Having a hangover with a 5 year old around you was not a fun thing. He had learned that the hard way. So, he'd just have to settle with being sober and having fun. Hopefully that would be an easy task tonight. It all just depended on who showed up at the club.
Tonight, the male was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans along with a black v-neck shirt. Upon his feet, were a pair of old beaten up converse. His dark brown hair was messy, as usual, but somehow still looked amazing. As Elliot entered the club, his brown eyes narrowed as they tried to focus to the dark atmosphere with strobe lights flashing all over the place. It was loud, the DJ was at it, playing some hip hop song that Elliot didn't know. Sure, he listened to some hip hop, but not enough to know every song and every word to them.
Elliot quickly made his way towards the bar, ordering a drink. Thank god for fake I.Ds, right? He wasn't even paying attention to what he ordered, either. Most alcohol was good, and at the moment he hardly could care less. As soon as he got the drink, he leaned his back against the bar and looked out at the crowd of people dancing. There were couples. Bleh. Elliot hated seeing couples, merely because he was a 17 year old male who couldn't date. Sure, he would love to. The cold fact was that he just didn't have the time, and it'd be a miracle to find a girl wiling to be around his sister as much as he had to be. As if that would happen.
As he watched the crowd, he took a sip of his drink. Automatically his face twisted as the alcohol hit his tongue. It had been a while since he had drank, and it almost tasted foreign and gross. Elliot continued to take drinks, quickly becoming accustomed to the taste. His plan for tonight would be to dance, and maybe get a little buzzed. Basically do anything that would get his mind off his stressful life.
His dark eyes continued to watch the swaying crowd, as he waited for a good opportunity to join into the mob of people.
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jun 24, 2008 23:51:14 GMT -5
Schiller parked her silver Carrera outside of Insomnia Nightclub, taking the key out of the ignition and getting out, walking towards the entrance. She had never really had to worry about identity checks, but just incase, she already had the fake I.D. her cousin had made for her. Easily getting inside, Schiller gave the bouncer a small, thankful smile, walking through the entrance doors to a rather loud and 'jumpy' room.
She watched as many sweaty bodies danced against eachother, some on the floor, some on the tables. Some were running to the bathroom to vomit the alcohol that they obviously couldn't hold well, some licking the alcohol off of one another's stomachs and necks. Yeah, it was obvious. Partying was the same wherever you went. Where ever you were, people still acted like wild fools when they went out. Oh well. Not like it bothered Schiller one bit. She had her fair share of wild nights, and tonight could be one of them.
After getting pass the groping men who apparantly believed they would get more pleasure from Schiller than their computer desktops that night, she had finally reached the bar, nodding her chin to the bartender. "Apple martini, please." she said over the music, but not screaming to the guy. It wasn't her favorite drink and she would have probably preferred vodka, but she was craving a martini the most at the moment.
She sat down at one of the stools, crossing her right leg over her left knee while her foot dangled by her ankle. Tonight, Schiller's attire consisted pf red peep-toed heels, a pair of tight dark washed Seven skinny jeans, a loose white spaghetti-strapped camisole over it with a simple Tiffany necklace hanging low around her neck. This time her hair was honey blonde and was styled in loose curls that cascaded down her back.
She had seen a few people that she knew, a casual wave, a quick word, and they had always moved on. A couple of offers to dance, each one politely turned down, as she gave herself some time to warm up to the bustling atmosphere of the club. It had never been this way before, for her, but she was different. In a way, it felt like everything was different. And she was just going to have to get used to it, ease back into things slowly. Sighing, as she sipped on the drink in her hand, she wonders if she would see anyone else there that she knew, and maybe they could talk for more than a minute or two. It might be wishful thinking, and she was regretting not asking someone else to come with her, like a friend, or anyone, for that matter. Even a nice looking stranger would be good at this point, she thought, as she watches the dance floor, and the people moving in time to music.
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jun 25, 2008 0:36:47 GMT -5
Elliot continued to watch the swaying crowd, or at least attempting to. The flashing lights made it hard to keep an eye on something. One second it was there, and the next it had moved somewhere new. A small sigh escaped the male as he decided to turn his attention elsewhere. Slowly, his hazel eyes shifted, looking to his left and down the bar that he was currently leaning against. There were a lot of people drinking at the bar, a few people making out, or doing a lot more than that. Lovely.
Looking to his right, the bar seemed a bit calmer, with less people all over each other. Well, that was probably due to the fact that there was a lot less people, for whatever reason. There was a girl by herself though, which of course, got his attention. Elliot watched for a moment. Apparently she knew some people at the club, because she was waving to them. They didn’t stay long, though. Whoever she was, she didn’t seem to want to dance, judging by the way she turned some people down that approached her. Elliot could only wonder if that was really the case, or if maybe she was just waiting for the right moment to join into the fray of people, like he was.
Either way, just leaning against the bar was getting more and duller by the moment. Even when he was drinking, which normally wasn’t a fun thing to do by yourself. Usually depressed people drank by themselves. Well, if one wanted to get technical, maybe Elliot was depressed. He wouldn’t admit it, though, or purposely make it obvious in any way. Taking another drink, he looked back over towards the dancing people, and then took yet another glance right back over at the girl. What did he have to lose by approaching her? Nothing at all. She was pretty, but she didn’t look familiar at all. Chances were that she probably didn’t go to Lucy Madison, because he was pretty familiar with the faces of the kids there.
Elliot leaned away from the bar, turning and setting his now empty glass on the bar counter. Man, he had devoured that drink pretty fast. There was a never ending supply of alcohol here though, so it didn’t really matter. Then, Elliot slowly made his way over to the blonde haired girl and took a seat in the empty stool beside her. As per usual, a smile quickly formed on his lips. It was nothing short of common for him to be smiling, because he was a pretty cheerful person. ”Hey. Do you not like to dance, or something?” Elliot spoke, just loud enough to be heard over the music by her. It was sort of a bad way to start a conversation, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. Really, it was just to get her to start talking to him. Well, that’s if she did want to talk to him, that was.
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jun 25, 2008 2:15:42 GMT -5
After rejecting the fifth guy that had asked her to dance that night, Schiller was beginning to feel bored. The reason why she had not gone into full partying mood, was because she was still waiting for her brother to show up. As always, he was either fashionably late or caught up in seducing some poor helpless girl somewhere.
As she twirled the little stirrer included in her martini, Schiller glanced briefly to her left to catch a mysterious boy looking at her. It made her slightly uneasy, but ever the tease she gulped down the last of her martini and returned his stare. The boy was cute in his own disheveled way. He was clearly not a Lordings student as well. The fact served as a relief to Schiller,knowing that she may not have to face him after tonight. The prospect was intriguing.
He was now making his way over to her just like Schiller had expected him to. Before she could start a conversation, he beat her to it. His question surprised her, only because it was blunt and direct. No cheesy pick up lines or flattery, it was oddly refreshing. "It's not the question of whether I like to dance or not. It's who I want to dance with" she said coyly. She didn't know entirely how he would react to her toying but if he didn't know how to have fun, he would walk away.
The music was one of those chart topping hip hop singles. It made Schiller's head spin and she clenched her round eyes shut instinctively. When she opened her eyes, she saw the boy more clearly. She eyed his skinny jeans, plain black shirt and mussed up hair. He was hardly the usual type Schiller would go for, but after a good drink anyone looked good in Schiller's eyes. She placed her empty martini glass on the counter and the bartender politely swept it up and stowed it away.
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jun 25, 2008 21:33:54 GMT -5
Elliot was rarely the kind of guy to use cheesy pick up lines and flattery. Well, that was unless he was just joking around. Which was always a possibility because he joked around a lot. At the moment though, he wasn’t really in the mood to be all childish like he normally was. No, he was quite mellow for the moment. Asking such a blunt question was nothing short of a normal thing for Elliot to do, though. He was quite the blunt person, whether it be when asking questions or telling people how he felt.
The smile on his lips only curved into a smirk as the girl replied to him. She was toying with him, that was obvious. Well, two could play at that game. ”Oh? So. You’re waiting for a special person, hm?” He questioned, smirking at the girl. His dark eyes moved, looking around the club once more. God there was a lot of people. Elliot returned his attention to the girl beside him, his smirk never leaving his lips. ”So, who is it?” Maybe he could get some sort of answer out of her, but he couldn’t be too sure. She seemed to be the type of girl that would tease and toy with a guy till they either gave up, or proved they really wanted the girl.
Elliot normally enjoyed a good tease, because it made things more interesting. Sure, It was slightly frustrating, but he would rather have that then a girl jump on him right off the bat. Well, either one was just fine by him, because he was a guy. Though, if he had to choose, he’d pick a tease over a girl who was easy. Elliot allowed a small sigh to escape his lips as he leaned back against the bar while waiting for the girl to reply. He took the time to really get a good look at her. Well, she was pretty, that’s for sure. She wasn’t the type of girl that he normally talked to, though. She looked like a complete prep, someone that would be really popular. Plus, she obviously didn’t go to Lucy Madison, so she was technically ‘the enemy’. Did Elliot care about all of the above at the moment? None of it, actually, aside from the fact that she was pretty.
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jun 30, 2008 20:57:28 GMT -5
Schiller raised her eyebrows at his response,This guy could play along with her little game. Then again,maybe he just wasn't reallyinterested in answering her.So she took a sip of her second martini, contemplating her next words carefully. She could be straight and get it over with,but where's the fun in that? As she placed the cold drink back down onto the smooth marble counter,she opened her mouth and spoke "Hmm, someone who knows what hes doing maybe" she answered glancing at the crowded dance floor across from where she sat.
It was ridiculous how many guys thought they were aces at breakdancing, and had decided to try their luck showing off their less than stellar on the dance floor. StepUp 2 had definately got a little too into their heads. She watched as a few girls she barely knew grinded against the egotistical lot, It made her sick to watch. Sure she was able to dance like them if she wanted to, but she didn't like dumbing herself down like that. No, ten years of hip hop and ballet classes hadn't taught her to be mediocre.If she had to dance,she had to do it the right way.
Finally she wracked up the nerve to ask the boy a direct question, she faced him with a nonchalant expression "Think you're that kind of person?". In perfect honesty,she really wanted him to say yes, only because she reallywanted to start dancing already.It was getting late anyway. Hopefully he could take the hint.
OOC: sorry for short post guys,kind of rushed.
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jun 30, 2008 23:25:46 GMT -5
Elliot couldn’t help but smirk as he watched the girl’s eyebrows rise. It was a good reaction, at least. His dark eyes never left the female as he awaited some sort of answer from her. Would she continue the little game? The answer was yes. She gave him a small answer, and then looked out at the crowded dance floor. It was such a vague answer, and it didn’t give Elliot much of a hint to anything. Then again, it was an insult to all the guys that had previously approached her.
Elliot slowly looked back out towards the crowd, watching the way people danced. It was true. After the release of Step Up and the sequel, there had been a dramatic change in the style of dancing. So many people went out of their way to try dancing all hip-hop. The girls just grinded against the guys, and the guys danced along with them. It was all just one mess of sweaty bodies. It took no talent at all to dance with a girl when all they did was grind against a guys body.
His dark eyes turned back towards the female, whose names still remained a mystery to him. She was asking him a simple question, which caused a smile to appear on his lips. It was obvious what she wanted for an answer, and really, Elliot had no objection to it. After all, he wanted to dance, even though talking was nice too. At times, Elliot was extremely confident, and right now was one of those times. ”Of course. Lets see what you got.” He replied, grinning at the brunette girl as he got off his stool, and offered the girl his hand.
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jul 2, 2008 18:40:37 GMT -5
A wide grin spread across Schiller's face. She placed her hand in his and followed obidiently as he led her to the dancefloor. She weaved through the gaps of other people dancing, careful not to bump into anyone. A remix of the song "" was playing loudly over the speakers, and people everywhere were breaking down to the beat. When they reached the middle, Schiller swayed on the spot for a bit, getting her body used to the rhythm. Once she got accustommed to the music, she let it all out.
The dancefloor was her stage. Her body moved in fluid motion, it seemed to flow from one move to another. Schiller spun in around, moving from side to side as she did. She struck a few old school moves like a jeté every now and then. She also added one of her favourite moves from hiphop, Popping. She contracted and released the muscles in her chest and shoulders to create a jerking motion to the beat. Her moves were graceful, - as a dancer's should be - yet she still added some of that raw hip hop energy.
The boy from the bar, who was now dancing across from her, wasn't so bad himself. Unexpectedly, he knew a few good moves himself. Soon enough, they were dancing together, perfectly in time. Everyone else had sort of backed up to give them space, slightly jealous of their obvious skill.
She began to wonder, did he go to Lordings? She later waved off this thought. She was sure that she knew every face at Lordings, well at least every senior there was. And she had never seen him around before..
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jul 5, 2008 0:10:14 GMT -5
Elliot smiled as she placed her hand in his, and then turned and led her towards the dance floor. It took some time to get through all the dancing people, weaving around them all. The song blasting over the speakers was perfect to dance to, whoever the dj was; he knew what he was doing. Hip-hop songs were easy enough to dance to if you knew how to. Techno songs were just as fun though, and were usually less serious and had a lot more jumping involved.
His body slowly began to sway to the music, moving side to side. His dark eyes watched the female, watching as she became more and more into the dancing. He really didn’t know what to expect. Would she try grinding, or did she actually have some skill in dancing? Elliot was waiting, watching, to see what she would do. Basically he was going to decide on how to dance after figuring out how the girl would dance herself.
All of a sudden, the girl with still no name began busting out all her moves. This girl could definitely dance whoever she was. Elliot recognized the popular hip hop move, popping. If that’s the way she chose to dance and show off her moves, then Elliot would follow suit and dance just the same. Dancing was just another thing he had talent in, along with singing, which he doubted would be put into use here at a dance club. Elliot started out with doing an old school move, the harlem shake, adding in popping as well. His body moved smoothly, as if there were no bones even in his body
The crowd had quickly taken notice of the pair, and moved on out of the way to give them more space. Elliot couldn’t help but laugh as he spied a lot of people watching, some of them shooting off looks that screamed they were jealous. That added room only made it easier to dance without having to fear running into someone. It wasn’t long before the two were dancing together perfectly, either. Elliot was almost positive that the girl couldn’t be attending Lucy Madison, there was no way.
Smoothly, Elliot moved closer to the female, but the dancing never stopped. His mouth lowered to the girls ear so she could hear him over the blasting music. ”So, do you have a name?” He asked, just loud enough for her to hear him.
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jul 7, 2008 6:58:21 GMT -5
Schiller let her body slink around him, brushing his shoulder with the back of her hand. Then she was spreading her arms and twirled once more before landing in a hip hop inspired pose. He counteracted her moves precisely and she actually felt glad that she had chosen him as her dance partner.
She only hoped he wasn't like any of th0se slimey jerks she had gone out with in the past. He didn't seem like the type, and this comforted Schiller. It was rare to meet a decent guy out there and if you happened to pass by one, she had always believed that you shouldn't let him out of your sight.
She saw a couple of girls glancing her, their eyes running down her svelte curves and caramel colored skin. Then they looked over at the male beside her, with his tousled hair and skinny jeans. They indeed looked like a mismatched pair. But Schiller didn't care, she just wanted to live in the moment.
He asked for her name and Schiller hesitated. The boy stared into her dark brown eyes intensely and Schiller broke into a small smile. "Schiller Harlow" she said breathlessly. She studied the boys face, expecting some kind of reaction to the mention of her family name. But much to her releief, the boy didn't seemed bothered by it. At least she hoped he wasn't. The Harlows were known for their wealth and her father was a ruthless businessman so their family had earned alot of grudges from the residents of Roanoke over the years. Because of this, it had been hard for Schiller to make new friends.
She waved off her negatives thoughts and began dancing once more. Her hair tossing around her and her feet moving around expertly on the scratched wooden floor. She made her way over to the boy, wrapped two slender arms around his neck and breathed in his musky scent. Tilting her head to the side questioningly, she asked him the same question "And who are you, stranger?"
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jul 7, 2008 21:45:50 GMT -5
It seemed the two of them were perfect dance partners. They moved perfectly together, as if they had danced together before. Elliot was enjoying every moment of it, especially because it washed away all his cares and worries. Even if they were still there, he didn’t have to think about them at the moment, and that’s all he needed. A break from reality. The two of them were quite the odd looking pair. Especially Elliot due to the fact that he didn’t look like the kind of kid that could dance very well.
Elliot wasn’t sure what kind of girl this one was. Judging by the way she had greeted him earlier, she could be anything from a plain tease to a whore to a big bitch. She didn’t seem to be mean though, if she was, she was hiding it quite well. Elliot was foolish at times, but he was normally not the one to dig himself a ditch and get into trouble. He couldn’t get into a heap of trouble unlike normal teenagers because of his life style. As a result, he was one of the sweetest kids around that hardly ever back talked, unless there was a good reason or he was standing up for someone.
The male blinked once as she told him her name, finally. Harlow sounded really familiar to him. It took a moment, but then he remembered. They were a really wealthy family of Roanoke, and not a lot of people liked them. It didn’t bother Elliot though, because his life wasn’t personally affected by anything that Schiller’s did. It probably helped that Elliot wasn’t one to pass judgment based on stereotypes or last names either. Elliot smiled and simply nodded his head, but didn’t say anything.
Elliot continued to dance, at least that was until Schiller approached him, her arms wrapping around his neck. His dark eyes looked down at her, his smile never leaving his lips as his hands moved to her hips and rested there. “Elliot Matthews.” Unlike Schiller, he didn’t have to worry about a bad rep with his last name. His family was small, consisting of just himself, his little five year old sister, and his father that was hardly ever around. They were of no importance, though his father did bring in a nice income. The only way that anyone would know the Matthew’s name would be if they read the obituaries part of the newspaper five years ago and saw the name ‘Aleece Matthews’, who had been Elliot’s mother. She died giving birth to Alexandria, who was Elliot’s little sister who was now five years old.
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