♪You wanna spin around that pole?♪
WHO: Near
a_different_toy , and everyone at the ball!
WHERE: None other then the ball of course.
WHEN: Right at the beginning of the ball~♥
SUMMARY: This is a genreal log for the ball, if any of you want to post and don't even know your dates, this is the place to hang out! So get posting!
RATING: Keep at PG-13, just in case. ^^;
WARNINGS: Who knows?
STATUS: In-Progress
Near didn't even wait for his date, there was no way that he wasn't going to make a last attempt try to escape. He was pretty sure Neku wouldn't be down right away though, he made his way down to the ball without any complaints. His suit was just as he promised, all too big for him, sleeves hanging and you couldn't even tell that as always, he didn't have shoes on. The hat that came with his suit falls over his eyes, but even with that in mind he looks around, still observant as ever with a twirl of his hair.
The Refectory had been somehow cleared completely, classical music was playing in the back round, which he usually didn't mind but it was played rather mediocrity. He sighs at this, expecting nothing less, but people were bound to get bored and drunk quickly at this rate. He looks at all the food warily, wondering what traps the host had set up this time. He just didn't want to relive his past experience with alcohol, most likely he wasn't going to touch anything.
Still, many people were already here, in the room that only attempted to be extravagant and he sighed. He makes his way to a wall, passing by people who were shocked that they were forced, or people weren't getting drunk so immediately as the banquet. This ball even seemed much more devious then the banquet probably, in fact Near knew that as he glanced around at every single guest, all having dates. Either way, most (if not all) of them looked uncomfortable.
He lifts up his hat, getting a better view at everybody who were suddenly appearing out of no where to the ball. Neat swears that he sees a guy in a skirt, trying to make his way hastily back to his room. For a second, he wants to believe it's all just going to be a joke but...he lets his hat fall over his eyes again.
Either way, let the ball begin.
a_different_toy , and everyone at the ball!
WHERE: None other then the ball of course.
WHEN: Right at the beginning of the ball~♥
SUMMARY: This is a genreal log for the ball, if any of you want to post and don't even know your dates, this is the place to hang out! So get posting!
RATING: Keep at PG-13, just in case. ^^;
WARNINGS: Who knows?
STATUS: In-Progress
Near didn't even wait for his date, there was no way that he wasn't going to make a last attempt try to escape. He was pretty sure Neku wouldn't be down right away though, he made his way down to the ball without any complaints. His suit was just as he promised, all too big for him, sleeves hanging and you couldn't even tell that as always, he didn't have shoes on. The hat that came with his suit falls over his eyes, but even with that in mind he looks around, still observant as ever with a twirl of his hair.
The Refectory had been somehow cleared completely, classical music was playing in the back round, which he usually didn't mind but it was played rather mediocrity. He sighs at this, expecting nothing less, but people were bound to get bored and drunk quickly at this rate. He looks at all the food warily, wondering what traps the host had set up this time. He just didn't want to relive his past experience with alcohol, most likely he wasn't going to touch anything.
Still, many people were already here, in the room that only attempted to be extravagant and he sighed. He makes his way to a wall, passing by people who were shocked that they were forced, or people weren't getting drunk so immediately as the banquet. This ball even seemed much more devious then the banquet probably, in fact Near knew that as he glanced around at every single guest, all having dates. Either way, most (if not all) of them looked uncomfortable.
He lifts up his hat, getting a better view at everybody who were suddenly appearing out of no where to the ball. Neat swears that he sees a guy in a skirt, trying to make his way hastily back to his room. For a second, he wants to believe it's all just going to be a joke but...he lets his hat fall over his eyes again.
Either way, let the ball begin.