mayfield_logs | PROM, PART 2

PROM, PART 2

Who: Everyone!
What: Mayfield Prom
Where: Rec Center
When: May 18 starting at 7:00PM
Warnings: ...Mayfield Prom.

The log will be split into two entries to keep the size manageable. In this thread is the Stage, Wallflowers and King & Queen ceremony!

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Because he can't stop himself from making a movie reference, the theme of this year's Prom is "Enchantment Under the Sea". (Don't get too freaked out, Marty McFly.) Equipment has been moved out, seating has been set near tables and walls, and a makeshift stage has been constructed to host the DJing equipment. Quinn has music up until 2010, so a large variety of music will get played. There's plenty of food and drinks - including spiked, and very-much-not-spiked punch (magically protected, thanks to Ilsa). In a corner is a small set up for people who wish to get their photos taken by Tsukasa.

The party is under way - have yourselves a good time, Mayfield!

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[His eyes scanned the surrounding area... when he felt that presence of something moving just behind him. Anderson froze and glanced to the right, and then to the left. Finally turning around, his eyes narrowed at the one who was slowly trying to sneak away.]

[Now why in the world, would this young lady be trying to leave in such a suspicious manner? That's when he noticed... something that shouldn't be there.]

[A low growl escaped his throat...]

[She froze like a deer in the headlights, a distressed whimper escaping her as she flattened herself against the wall as soon as he looked at her. Dear God she was so sorry for all the mistakes she'd made in her life but she really, really didn't want to be murdered this evening she'd never be able to explain to anyone what had happened and it would be awful and she'd only just recovered from the last attack and this was just.

Really unfair.

Ears flattened against her scalp, her tail tucked tightly against her legs as her hands bunched up the fabric of her dress.]

G-good evening, Father Anderson. [Her trembling voice could barely be heard over the music. At least she could attempt to be friendly?] E-everything's been going well so far?

[He could feel the hatred of such creatures burn within him... but he couldn't just go into an all out frenzied attack. Anderson glared... wondering just how this... this... woman knew his name.]

[The priest had nothing to say to her. Instead... his hands clenched into fists. He would have to think of how to deal with her, in due time.]

[If she was cowering before, she wilted instantly under his glare.]

H-have a good evening.

[She practically curtsied, then turned to limp away as quickly as her bad leg would allow without actually looking like she was trying to run from him.

Panic was already flooding her. What on earth was she going to do? She wasn't a monster, but she doubted she'd be able to explain it to him without suffering from impalement with extreme prejudice. She'd have to speak with Integra about this...]

[He growled... and kept up with her. He wasn't about to lose her from his sight. Something had to distract him, otherwise he would stalk her the rest of the night and wait for the right moment to strike. Unfortunately for her, Anderson saw her as some manner of a demon that needed to be destroyed.]

[If he thought Mika was a demon, he'd be horrified to find some of the furrier and scalier denizens of the town. She wasn't fast at all, even with an adrenaline rush she needed to pause frequently and the more she wove through the crowd the worse her limp became. It was obvious she was looking for someone, but at this point it was hard to say who.]

[He was having a hard time with those small ponies... but they were easily ignored for now. He now had a new target, and it wasn't hard for him to keep an eye on her within the crowd.]

[He makes it a point to keep enough distance, so others may not become too suspicious of the situation.]

[ Binning her emptied, plastic punch cup, Sir Hellsing glances up to see Mika's agitated push through the sea of bodies... and the figure tracking her easily like a blood hound. She goes to intercept the young woman, the clicking of her heels unheard beneath the music and her heart leaping into the back of her throat.

Anderson is here. Anderson is here. The last time she saw him, he had died with a smile on his face, falling to pieces like the drifting cotton off a dandelion. Integra's arms open to Mika, moving to enfold her swiftly. ]

Father Alexander Anderson. To what do I owe this honor?

[ Her tone is mild, level, self assured with practiced ease. It was going to get more complicated around here, apparently. ]

[Mika moves in quickly, the embrace almost casual if it weren't for the fact that she was shaking like a leaf in a gale wind. Terrified as she was, she was doing a halfway decent job of hiding it...for the most part, at least. Murmuring a heartfelt apology to Integra, her ears twitched and she ducked her head. She hadn't wanted to cause any problems tonight, really she hadn't.

It was hard not to cower behind Sir Hellsing when she knew she could be put down easily, but running and hiding were something only the guilty did, and she'd already failed at escaping once. She found herself staring at the floor, trying to look as unassuming as possible.]

[He had caught sight of this strange girl going to someone for shelter ... and he froze. He was told that Integra was around this town as well... bit he wasn't expecting to see her. He growled in a dangerous tone... but had thought better about the situation. ]

[ With Mika in her arms, she looks every bit the fearsome mother wolf. To her she murmurs, not dropping her gaze from Anderson: ] Go and ask my son Mart for a dance.

[ The leviathan boy will be able to look after her. Taking advantage of the priest's hesitation, Integra forges ahead. ]

I've taken you for a lot of things, Father, but not as a man who would run down an unarmed and injured young woman.

M-Mart? Okay.

[It seemed awkward, considering she was at least ten years older than he was if she remembered correctly, but she nodded, already trying to see if she could spot the boy through the crowds.

She glanced at Father Anderson before looking back at Integra, almost as if she was asking if she should go immediately.]

[He tilted his head... did he just hear right-- oh... of course, this town had its strange set up. A perfect family... his eyes followed after the girl for a moment, even after he heard Integra's words.]

[Unarmed... and injured...]

[The priest snorted and turned his attention towards Integra, eyes half lidded.]

Ah should have guessed tae run intae ye sooner or later... Takin' in all sorts o' creatures then? ... In addition tae yer miniature vampire?

[ Integra pats Mika on the shoulder, a reassurance and a send off. Go.

Her hands fall to her sides, smoothing against her silk faille dress. She arches one blond brow at him. ]

It seems to have become a hobby as of late.

What is the last thing you remember before waking up in town? [ Beating around the bush isn't really her style. ]

[He seemed to bristle like an angered animal... but his shoulders eventually eased as arms came to rest at his side. How curious that she asked him the same question that he asked him...]

Ah was tae deliver a message ay sorts tae yer dogs... Has somethin' happened since then...?

[ She has to think back at that. Brazil then, after the incident in Rio.

Integra's leather eyepatch gleams in the artificial light. ]

Much. Walk with me, Father.

[He was... slightly suspicious, and the look he gave her clearly had the tell tale signs. While he was thrown off by the eyepatch... he was further taken aback by her attitude.]

[However, he moved toward her, as requested.]

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