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Post by Shotaro Yasuda on Oct 2, 2012 18:44:46 GMT -5
He was never one for these fancy parties. On occasion, his parents would drag him off to one so he would be able to make an impression on the company heads that he may one day have to deal with. Shotaro's ability to dance wasn't too amazing. Ballroom dancing wasn't something that Shotaro pegged as important to learn. There wasn't anybody he was looking to impress with his skills either. Still, true to the character he was attempting to play for the night, he handled Kerri with as much grace as he could muster.
In a daring move, he rested his hand low upon her back. Little actions like this were usually the cause to stir up some trouble depending on the girl he was dancing with. And Shotaro would always play innocent. “This is a spectacular dance your club has put on. You must have put quite a bit of work into it. And everyone, yourself included, looks stunning.” It was a small compliment really. Girls liked that type of thing. Surely something that the hosts would do. How marvelous it would have been to tarnish the name of one of them in his little act during this night. “And your dancing is so exquisite. Have you been doing it long?” All of this small talk went on as they made their way across the dance floor. Each step of the way, Shotaro finding a bit more comfort in this form of dance.
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Post by Mitsukuni Haninozuka on Oct 2, 2012 18:58:41 GMT -5
tag; erica Mitsukuni stood on his toes to search the crowd for a good candidate for him to dance with. If it were up to him, he would dance with just about every girl possible. On the downside, time would not allow for his wish. So many people have yet to dance, so this would surely get things started. Dancing with Mitsukuni, however, would be far from the typical form of ballroom dancing. He was shorter than a majority of the students in the school. Sure, he was well aware that his height and his actions would give him away in a heart beat, but when did pretending ever hurt?
“I'm going to dance with somebody, and you should too!” he cheered to his cousin as he dropped his hand and ran off through the crowd of students. He came to approach a girl wearing a pink dress with blonde hair in long ringlets. In his typical host nature, he stood before her with eyes beaming. “Would you like to dance with me?” Even though he had asked her, Mitsukuni would not take no for an answer, and that was well shown by the expression that could be seen upon the visible parts of his face.
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Post by Kerri Savage on Oct 2, 2012 20:11:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; cellpadding:0; cellspacing:0;,true][atrb=style,width:75%;] Kerri noticed the slight unevenness in his dancing, but brushed it off as just a sign that he hadn’t really taken dance before, which wasn’t that much of a big deal at the moment, but it was just something that she had taken note of in this little dance. She found him to be a bit brave to just ask her to dance, knowing that many males didn’t even really approach her and found the other hostesses much more approachable because of their less serious demeanor.
As the hand ran down her back deathly close to her rear, her eyes twitched and narrowed in the slightest to tell Shotaro not to go any farther with that hand or she would do something. Her voice was soft as she spoke, but the tone hiding beneath was a bit harsher than intended if he were to pick it up, “Well thank you. It’s always nice to know from our clients how we are doing in these terms,” her tongue wetting her lips slightly as she continued to dance, concentrating halfway on dancing and halfway on the small talk that they had made during the dance.
Kerri noticed the few more random heads moving on the dance floor now, which made her feel at least a little bit of accomplishment instead of just being the only one out there. “I’ve been dancing since I was quite little. It’s only natural for a hostess to be skilled in dance,” she replied, continuing on with the steps and following his lead into the dance. She moved her hand on his shoulder slightly to adjust her position, making sure that she was in balance so she didn’t accidentally trip or anything. That would be a bit of a disaster. “And how long have you been dancing?” she asked in return, feeling it impolite to not return the question.
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Post by Shotaro Yasuda on Oct 3, 2012 0:25:26 GMT -5
This was boring. He had to fight back any signs of boredom and bring an interested expression to his face. If his mother hadn't gone through so much trouble with getting him here, Shotaro would have never come to this place in the fist place. He didn't care about the decorations. He didn't care about how well this hostess chick could dance. “I don't see dancing as something that everyone needs to learn. Ballroom dancing such as this, isn't exactly my style. I don't think I have actually expressed myself through song and dance in quite some time.” Not to the public eye, at least. He had plenty of songs that he could play or some moves that he could bust out on the streets but there just hadn't been a reason for any of that. Who really cared anyway?
“But I figure that there are enough students with the ability to dance in this school. What good would another one do?” If they ever needed somebody, they could call on plenty of other students than Shotaro. It was almost as though it was some crazy requirement that all rich kids knew how to dance. That was why he liked his commoner school. There was a lot less that was expected of him. “But to be honest, very few students actually move with less fluidity than a select few. Myself included. You must be in for a long night of harsh dances.” He somewhat felt a bit sorry for the girl, but it only lasted as long as it took for a quick little twist in the song that brought them off in a different way.
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Post by Rima Shimizu on Oct 4, 2012 4:41:25 GMT -5
Rima stood watching everyone dance. It was so nice to see the excitement on so many faces. Watching so many dance was fun for her. She scanned the room and her eyes fell on a specific blonde that caught her attention instantly. She noticed that he was talking to a girl she quickly looked away quickly a small feeling of embarassment. Her cheeks flushed a soft red color as felt the strange urge to walk away.
While she wanted to get the nerve to ask someone to dance it felt off for her to do so. It was her last last year to get to enjoy this event so why couldn't she get up the nerve to ask one man to dance? She could feel her breath caught in her throat when the thought of dancing. She wanted to a great deal...so perhaps she would take a chance to do be like all the other people in the room and have fun.
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