open, party! * mardi gras on the bay!

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

{ ramilda matsen jangled the purple beads that were dripping out of her coat pockets. she had already caught so many and hadn't even needed to take her top off before dark this mardi gras! she looked down at them, dragging a slight bit out of her pockets and into the sudden moonlight, smiling down at them as if mardi gras beads were gold stars. well, good news, tonight they were. mardi gras on ehu island was notoriously outrageous and something that students at bouscher looked forward to every year. originally, it had been held on the boardwalk surrounding richardson's bay, but one accident too many and town officials decided on bringing it to the central location of kolohe centera. whatever, ramilda still referred to all the magic as mardi gras on the bay. she was just so into tradition.

ramilda was alone, waiting to meet up with her fellows cheetahs and whoever else's beautiful face decided to run into her that night. the streets were already plenty crowded and music boomed in from everywhere. ramilda sort of bounced to it and swung her head around. "this is fuckinnn sexy..." she mumbled to herself as she flailed her arms in all directions. acid dancing at its finest. with her head dropped down, swinging, ramilda cuaght sight of her outfit. "woah, i'm crazy..." she thought out loud. she was wearing hot pink board shorts, a black tank top, an ivory coat completely unnecessary for the weather and a cheetah print scarf was tied around her head in lieu of a standard mardi gras mask. if she didn't win best dressed at the end of this year, no one would.

ramilda began to join in the crowds in the street. why should she wait around for her filthy late classmates when the party had already arrived?! she shook her booty up against a john goodman look alike to her right and walked through the crowd more, whooping and hollering with drunken strangers. god, these natives were so fucking chill. ramilda wished she had a ukulele to pull out right then. "if she wanna rock she rock, if she wanna roll she roll!" ramilda played air guitar and bobbed her head at a strange teenage boy standing near her. he looked fully intoxicated and started bobbing his head with her. see? fucking chill.

[meridith serinity tallen]

Covering her face was a multi colored sequin mask that not only sparkled in any light, but had feathers sticking out from the side at her temples. The feathers were not just one color, but matched each one of the mini disks that were sewn to the mask that covered the top part of her cheek bones, held large enough holes to see her eyes and then covered her eyebrows. The string that held it on her head was under her stick blonde hair, and could only be seen if someone was literally at her neck. Her eyes were painted a blue color that matched the feathers on the sides of her mask, where there were blue streaks outlined in silver on her cheek. Just with the outlandish, perfect makeup job, she was ready for the party, but it wasn’t good enough for her yet. Grabbing a tight sequined strapless dress, she pulled it up inch by inch, wiggling her ass into the skin tight material before looking over her outfit once more. She looked fierce, and as always her nails, both finger and toes, matched – so they were painted a rainbow of colors. Slipping on a pair of wedges on she stalked out of the room and made her way outside.



”oh the party’s here,” he said throwing her hands up in the air and letting her hip sway from one side to the other. It wasn’t long before a drunk guy, from the smell of his breath came up, hand around her waist and a deep rumbling in his voice. ”Well hello there sexy,” she winked at him and let him place a kiss under her jaw bone. ”damn this is a party, why don’t you go get me whatever you are drinking.” he nodded with a smile and staggered off. With a sultry smile on her face, she went after not only that one guy, but a few more who were around her, and she was dancing with all of them.



In mid swing of her hips, she heard the annoying voice of the girl she could easily call her enemy, ramilda. “of course she’s here.” she rolled her eyes to herself and continued dancing. The last thing she was going to let happen was let that bitch ruin her night. The guy walked back and handed her the drink as she sipped it and continued dancing, her hair spinning around her face – this was going to be a great night.

[théodore henri couture]

théodore couture was still in his dorm room as mardi gras at the kolohe centera was beginning. théodore had been to last year's mardi gras on the bay, and that was one wild night he definitely didn't remember. to make sure this year would be similar, théodore tucked his flask of whiskey into his back pants pocket. he wasn't entirely dressed up for this "party." the brunette had on gray denim jeans, a white wifebeater, and over it, a long-sleeved red collared shirt which he left completely unbuttoned. he looked at his reflection in the mirror before leaving, making sure his hair looked "elegantly disheveled." content with his appearance, théodore stepped out of his dorm without another word, grabbing a few bead necklaces on the way out. maybe he would bump into one of bouscher's finest, who hopefully played by the rules. like any other boy, seeing shirtless girls was théodore's favorite part of mardi gras. it was a shame that it only happened once a year, but then again most of ehu island's parties turned out to be like a mini version of mardi gras without the beads.

the second year decided to walk to the kolohe centera, for if he rode his bike he: 1) probably wouldn't be able to find or ride it properly afterwards, and 2) would probably never see it again, on account of it being stolen or broken. he tucked his hands into his pants pockets as he walked past the almost empty streets of ehu island. the only people to be seen were parents and their families, and the occasional middle-aged tourist. all of the students who attended the academy were no doubt at the mardi gras celebration. théodore's assumptions were confirmed as he approached the mall. even outside, the place was crowded with wild, belligerent teens who were wasted before sunset. he didn't even know where to start, really, so théodore pulled out his cell phone before joining the crowd. "are you coming to mardi gras?" he quickly typed to arizona, sending the text without rereading it and tucking his cell phone back into his pants pocket. théodore surveyed the crowd of scantily clad dressed teenage girls, his mind wandering to the dirtiest of places. the second year pulled out his flask, took a couple wild shots to start his night, and dove into the crowd of partying teenagers.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

arizona cassaway lay on her bed, eve batting at her hair that hung down towards the floor, her sharp little claws snagging a tangle ever so often. silly little fox. silver eyes tracing the glow in the dark stars that were stuck to the ceiling above her, tracing out the constellations that she had slaved over perfecting. it was nice having a room all to herself, she could do all sorts of stuff that she probably wouldn't have been able to do otherwise. . . such as have the solar system laid out above her made out of glow-y stars.

but, the silence was one thing that was unnerving, and it was also the precise reason that she jumped out of her skin when her cell phone went off. rolling over, half-expecting it to be jace, she was entertained to see that it was théo. are you coming to mardi gras? frowning, she thought back to the previous week. mardi gras. . . . mardi gras. . . . oh! she sat up on her bed, pulling a very surprised fox up with her. the party at the kohole centera, that was tonight! untangling eve from her hair, the second year set the beast on the floor and typed out a quick reply to her friend. yep, i'm on my way now.

pulling a purple cardigan over her tank top, she stuffed her phone in her pocket and the mask that she wore every year at mardi gras time, silver with designs arching away from the nose. casting one last glance at her fox reminded her at least to brush her hair before jogging out the door.

it amazed her how many people could cram themselves into one location for a party, especially on an island like ehu. dodging a rambling drunk who was dancing along down the sidewalk, she glanced around for any familiar face. putting a smile on her face, she moved through the crowd, laughing at some of the people who definitely had had something, or a few somethings more like, to drink already. let the party begin.

wearing.

[théodore henri couture]

théodore tore threw the crowd, stopping to watch a girl trying to do a kegstand. crowds and crowds of beads hung at her chin. this was no surprise to théodore considering she was already in a top that barely covered her breasts. she pretty much resembled a skank in every way, shape, or form, but théodore couldn't deny that he wholly appreciated it when girls dressed like that. for a few moments, théodore lost himself in the girl's cleavage, but then felt his phone vibrate from his pants pocket. théodore checked it, delighted to see it was a response from arizona. good. can't wait. find me by the bookstore. he sent the text to her, and promptly made his way towards the bookstore. on his way, théodore couldn't help himself but buy a couple of chilled beers –– one for him, and one for zone. hopefully she wouldn't protest. the had to admit he didn't really know zone all that well, but who could object to a free beer? in théodore's mind, a nice cold beer was a comfort drink. the best beers made him somewhat nostalgic of sitting around cannes drinking beer with his best mates. théodore sipped his beer as he thought back to sitting outside cafés in cannes drinking beer with his mates, and going longboarding after a few too many. they would always longboard down hills, and would wake up the next morning with scabs all over their arms.

théodore laughed at his thoughts as he pushed through the masses of people, finally reaching the outside of the bookstore. he normally would have sat at one of the benches surrounding a palm tree planted outside the bookstore, but they were most definitely occupied, and théodore had to admit he didn't mind. standing on top of the bench were girls dancing with each other and boys throwing beads at them. théodore laughed, admiring the view as he sipped his beer, waiting for arizona.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

there was definitely different aura around mardi gras than any other holiday, namely the fact it was basically a holiday to get drunk and party. tying the mask around her face as she made her way through the crowd, listening to the loud voices and calls of various people, both students and citizens alike. basically everyone had some form of alcohol in their hand, didn't matter if they were underage or not. there were definitely some advantages to being a french citizen, you could drink.

pulling her phone out, she checked the location that théo had said to meet at, good. can't wait. find me by the bookstore. glancing around to get a feeling for her surroundings, she spotted the bookstore and started pushing her way through the crowd to get there. . . this was not that different from being in a moshpit in some spots. when one guy grabbed a section of her hair, she turned around and punched him square in the jaw, that was one thing she didn't take, even from a drunk. shaking her hand out, she turned back onto her path, continuing onto the bookstore.

tucking her hands in her pockets, she shook her head when she spotted her newest friend. show at least a little respect, théodore couture.

[/b] even though she really didn't care that much, but it would do the guy good to get a scolding ever so often. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[théodore henri couture]

théodore couture only slightly stood out because he was one of few who didn't have a mask on his face. he shrugged, figuring he would come across someone walking around selling masks later, trying to get rid of their stock before the party ended. and if not, it was no big deal. at the very least the nineteen year old had beads to contribute to this whole festivity. théodore continued sipping his beer as he admired the average female student's tendency to dress with as little clothing as possible. as he was peacefully and innocently doing so, the voice he had been waiting to hear interrupted his show. "show at least a little respect, théodore couture." théodore turned to face the voice, immediately winking at the redhead in front of him. he laughed, obviously caught in the act and not about to deny it. "i'm respecting. i mean, females like yourself are simply beautiful. i respect and appreciate this beauty." he spoke in his distinct french accent. théodore curtsied in front of zona, offering her the beer he hadn't touched. "i thought zee least i could do vuld be to offer zis," he smiled.

théodore stood upright again, pulling up the hand with the mostly-empty beer. "cheers!" he beamed as he spoke, but could only think of something cheesy to cling glasses to. "to... happiness and celebration!" théodore offered to cling his glass with arizona's before chugging the last remains of his beer. "so, vut have you been up to, mademoiselle?" théodore asked as he pulled out his flask of whiskey. the bloke never turned down a prime opportunity to get wasted, and tonight seemed like a fantastic night to do so. after all, he was surrounded by loads of drunk students tearing apart the mall, and the night had only just begun.

[kennis brielle duffy]

Kennis walked around in a light purple dress that ended just a few inches above her knees, it was layered. Her party trick for the evening was spinning so everyone could watch the frilly layers rise up and fall back against her frame, well, that and her usual repertoire of Michael Caine and Willem Dafoe impressions, which, as far as her gender would allow, were not bad. She held a clear plastic cup filled with a bright blue liquid and a neon green straw sticking out. An white mask with golden and black designs was tied around her slender waist, it was tiring to wear it all all evening so she had decided to repurpose the mask and let the world see her beautiful face. Besides, it was cutting a line in the hair she had painstakingly curled early in the evening.

The center was crowded of course, and Kennis had to deftly maneuver through the crowd of drunk students and natives, thank god she wasn’t any shorter or she’d have been trampled a long time ago. Her eyes scanned the crowd and she caught sight of Meredith Tallen, ugh, gag her with a spoon. She raised her hand and toyed with a string of red beads around her neck looking for someone she was slightly familiar with. Every so often, if someone caught her eye, she’d wink before returning to her urgent mission of finding somebody who’d at least be entertaining enough to drink with until she was at least a little tipsy.

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[arizona nicole cassaway.]

rolling her eyes with a laugh as he winked at her, i'm respecting. i mean, females like yourself are simply beautiful. i respect and appreciate this beauty.

[/i] shaking her head, `zona laughed and glanced from théo to the girl. i thought zee least i could do vuld be to offer zis,[/i] taking the offered beer, she smiled, she didn't drink beer often, it just wasn't what she went for, but she did drink it when it was offered.

cheers![/i] holding her bottle towards his, she waited, a raised eye-brow expecting. to... happiness and celebration![/i] laughing, she clinked her bottle against his, the noise hardly audible over the noise of the party. to mardi gras. she replied, laughing as she did so. so, vut have you been up to, mademoiselle?[/i] her bright eyes caught the movement as he pulled the flask out of a pocket. making a note to herself to keep an eye on him tonight, she took a sip of her beer, peering around the party.

not much, actually. i've been spending a bit too much time writing a piece that's a bit of a cross between indiana jones and the star trek scores. . . it's very odd. how about you, mr. théo? what is going on in the wild life of the frenchman?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

{ ramilda was dancing around the place when she caught sight of skanky mcskank, meridith tallen. god, gag me with a spoon, what was she doing at mardi gras? like anyone wanted to see her man boobs. ramilda rolled her eyes in the direction of her skunky voice and made a sharp turn, starting her night off in the other direction where cheetah spots glowed and the coast was clear. seriously, ramilda could only take so many punches a night.

ramilda strolled around the gently stoned grounds of the outdoor shopping district where mardi gras was being held. this was shit, ramilda wanted a party at the bay and she wanted it now! just in time, she caught sight of theodore couture. "theo!" ramilda ran up behind him placing her hands over his eyes. "let's go the bay! let's party on the bay!" ramilda began jumping up and down, suuper excited over this great idea, hoping theo would join in her impromptu party.

just as ramilda was trying to get theo to dance with her and kiss her on the cheeks and run away to wade in the bay with her she saw kennis. "my kennis!" ramilda screamed, way too excited and loud even for the crowd they were in. ramilda took theo's hand and dragged him off, running towards kennis. it looked like he had been talking to someone, before she'd shwon up just then, but whoops. not anymore. ramilda reached kennis and took her hand, spinning her around. "you look darling, baby girl! you'll get the most beads tonight without even taking your top off!" wow, ramilda was a sweetie. she turned to theo and made a stink face at him. "you too, theo." ramilda could not stop giggling. tonight was the besssssst.