Ms. Philips gave a few students the job of organizing the decorations for Prom.
I sincerely doubt that the average student here will be able to create a presentable atmosphere… I was hoping that I’d be able to enlist the help of some of the more talented students. Petey? Your artistic skills seem to be a cut above the rest. Do you have any ideas?
(It’s not like this Prom is going to be all that special though. Even if it looks fabulous, I’m sure some of the more simple students here will make it seem like an uncivilized event. Ugh.)
proper-princess:
Theresa flinched at the glare. Staying silent, she suddenly rose and began walking towards the nearest worker who could point out where she could get ice. A woman in a pink shirt pointed her towards the Prize Tent which had a few first-aid supplies.
As she walked, her eyes…
Theresa let herself relax a bit, relieved that Gary hadn’t been too angry and that he wasn’t blaming her. She stood by apprehensively as he applied the ice. She wondered if bandages would even help in this situation. There wasn’t any blood, but perhaps the pressure would help?
After Gary had assured her and finished with his ice, she began to follow him out of the Carnival.
“Oh, don’t worry about the prize. It’s not like that’s what this was about or anything. Mostly I just wanted to be able to spend some time with you and have some fun. I know everything didn’t work out but…”
As they passed the prize tent, Theresa eyed a younger boy loitering around it with a pile of prizes next to him. He could be heard loudly bragging to a few of his unruly friends. Intending to change the subject and maybe cheer her companion up a bit, she nudged Gary.
“You know, that boy does seem to have too many prizes to handle. And I wouldn’t mind where the prize came from. I’m sure he wouldn’t notice if one was taken. Or at least he wouldn’t pose much of a threat.”
Theresa gave Gary a sideways glance and wondered if he was up to it. He seemed to enjoy appreciate some healthy mischief (as did she.) They could have one final bout of fun before they left this filthy Carnival. It’d certainly be something to remember the night by after they returned to the school. Maybe this time something would work out right.
itsderbyyoupaupers:
thatcroatianchick:
itsderbyyoupaupers:
Because it’s easy.
Said the delinquent.
Point of the matter is, breaking into a man’s room is just weird. Is it a strange way of flirting with me?
Flattering, but I’m not interested.
…………………….
Me flirting with you?
Ugh.
My sentiments exactly.
OOC:
OOC
I just realized I hadn’t mentioned the valentine Theresa received. Does anyone want to be the person who sent it, or should I make it from a non-RP character?
proper-princess:
It’s good to be back: proper-princess: Rigged games? Eesh. Theresa surveyed the various…
proper-princess:
Rigged games? Eesh. Theresa surveyed the various stalls critically. She shouldn’t have expected much else from a place like this. Of course, there were ways to…
Theresa flinched at the glare. Staying silent, she suddenly rose and began walking towards the nearest worker who could point out where she could get ice. A woman in a pink shirt pointed her towards the Prize Tent which had a few first-aid supplies.
As she walked, her eyes stung a bit as a few tears managed to escape. Gary hadn’t needed to get so touchy. All she wanted to do was help. And it wasn’t just HIS date that was ruined. Though things had turned for the worse, she’d still been enjoying the date. It was horrible that Gary had been hurt, but he hadn’t needed to snap. Then again… it was understandable that he’d be angry, especially with that despicable little man laughing. And she knew Gary could be touchy; she should’ve prepared herself for some attitude.
It wouldn’t do to over-analyse everything. It would be best to just resolve herself to helping him out and not give in to his anger. Thankfully, she had much practice in this from prior experience with some of her brother’s moody moments.
Theresa reached the tent and entered into a cheap looking booth with various prizes hanging about and arcade games blaring in a corner. A man behind the counter handed her some ice and bandages when she explained what had happened, and wished her luck (albeit with some unnecessary sarcasm) as she left.
Back at the booth, Gary had managed to stand up. Theresa approached him (hoping he wouldn’t notice any smudges from her crying) and frowned.
“You don’t need to look at me like that. It was really unfortunate that this happened, but there’s no need to be mad at me…I can understand if you’re angry, but I’m on your side here. I mean, I- I like you and all, so you don’t need to suspect me of anything. I wasn’t trying to offend you or laugh at you or- ugh, I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m willing to end this night on a good note, but if you’re mad…”
“Anyway, here. I got a few bandages too.”
She handed him the ice and turned away with her arms crossed and a worried look on her face.
Valentines
Theresa slumped over the table at the library. After the end of the school day, she’d claimed this spot as her own. Glitter was piled and blown over the surface, glue stuck to the table top, and lace lay curled over the edge of a corner. The table was a mess, but Theresa had assured the librarian that she’d have it clean before the end of the day. Of course SHE wouldn’t be the one doing the cleaning… A boy named Juri had decided to help her out and clear the table afterwards. No doubt the bribe she’d offered (a small amount really, but Juri seemed impressesed) had tempted him as well.
Theresa had gone straight to work after Ms. Phillips had announced their assignment. The students were to create at least one Valentine for a friend or “special someone.” Ms. Phillips had seemed to take much interest in Valentines Day…no doubt this had something to do with Mr. Galloway.
After gluing a final heart to a large, elegant card, Theresa stacked her cards and surveyed her work. She’d made a total of five valentines. Though she certainly had more than five friends, these cards were reserved for her more special acquaintences. The others would receive store-bought (but just as fabulous) gifts.
The final cards were generally gaudy and appropriately cliche’, but the design had changed a bit according to the gender of the recipient. The girls cards were sparkly, frilly, and scented, while the boys’ were more simplistic and streamlined. All in all, she was proud of her work and was glad her artistic talent could shine through.
Theresa gathered her papers, nodded to Juri, who sat in the corner, waiting for his chore, and left the library. She strode towards the Harrington House, where she would have some much-needed beauty sleep before tomorrow.
She dropped Derby’s, Petey’s, Jelena’s, Gary’s, and Beatrice’s valentines onto her side-table, along with the expensive candies that would go with them. A small envelope next to her door caught her attention. It must have been shoved underneath while she’d been at the library. Her eyes widened and she smiled. Ooh, goody! She at least had one admirer, which was certainly well-deserved. She’d open it tomorrow, but she couldn’t help but study the envelope. The card was definitely from a boy…the hand-writing was much too sloppy to be from any of her female friends. Which boy had thought of her?
The rest of the girls at the school had been talking about giving boys valentines. Johnny Vincent was mentioned often, as were lots of the jocks. But the one boy mentioned the most was Jimmy Hopkins’. She glanced at a valentine she’d planned to give him, pursed her lips, and shoved it back into her bag with the rest of her store-bought valentines. She’d planned to give him a valentine, just as appropriate thanks for the Christmas gifts, but she doubted he’d even notice yet another valentine. Tch. Honestly, he hardly deserved all of the valentines he would get.
In the hopes of distracting herself from any anger,Theresa changed into her pyjamas and got into bed. She didn’t need to be negative…tomorrow could easily go wrong at THIS school, but she was going to try her hardest to make it enjoyable for herself. So far all seemed good, she’d already gotten a valentine! She turned over, turned off her light, and fell asleep with the final hope that maybe she’d have a special someone this Valentines Day.
ooc
I’m grounded from the computer (again) because I got in trouble (again) and my simpleton parents think all of my problems can be solved with simpleton punishments. Ugh. BUT I’ve managed to sneak onto the computer a few times.
Okay, okay, enough whining. I haven’t posted on here in awhile, and I’m sad to see that there hasn’t been much posting in general, but hopefully I’ll have a few things for Valentines Day.
proper-princess:
Rigged games? Eesh. Theresa surveyed the various stalls critically. She shouldn’t have expected much else from a place like this. Of course, there were ways to win games…even the rigged sort. Gary could figure it out.
She trailed behind Gary as he approached a certain…
As soon as the ball hit the bullseye, Theresa raised her arms in preparation to give a small cheer. Gary let out a cry as the baseball struck him in the face. For a few seconds Theresa stood in shocked silence, looking very foolish with her arms still raised above her head.
Quickly, she lowered her arms, and kneeled to assess her date’s injuries. He was making quite a fuss, though she understood why when she glimpsed an ugly red mark which had already started to swell beneath his fingers. She let out a small hiss. That would leave quite a bruise.
She lowered herself so that she was completely seated next to him, and held out a hesitant hand in order to help him sit up. She wouldn’t coddle him. Gary didn’t seem the type who would appreciate any focus on humiliation, and she could understand that.
Her lips pulled into an unwilling smile, and she fought the urge to laugh. The whole situation had been so ridiculous!
“Well, at least you won…and that was a great throw. Are you okay? Shall I go get some ice?”
OOC: Theresa’s Personality Type
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/jtypes2.asp
I’ve really gotten into these (extremely accurate) psychological personality tests, based upon the Myers-Brigg’s theroies of personality. I took the test “as Theresa” and received ENFP as a result. This stands for Extrovert Intuition Feeling Perceiving.The ENFP is known as the Advocate or the Inspirer.
Aaand, here’s some details about these people. I find this result alarmingly accurate. The test actually helped me to know her character even better than I already had. I’d definitely suggest taking it. It’s very fun!
“outgoing, social, easily talked into doing silly things, spontaneous, wild and crazy, acts without thinking…”
ENFPs are introspective, values-oriented, inspiring, social and expressive. They send their thoughts and ideas out into the world as a way to bring attention to what they feel to be important, which often has to do with ethics and current events. ENFPs are natural advocates, attracting people to themselves and their cause with people skills, , energy and positivity. ENFPs are described as creative, resourceful, assertive, spontaneous, passionate and experimental.
“ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential. They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things. This can lead them to make hasty decisions, and to judge people or events too quickly; they will not gauge something as accurately and patiently as they should. Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types. They can talk their way in or out of anything. However, they have the tendency to basically blurt out what’s on their mind, which may hurt others. Unlike the Thinkers though, they will be more willing to approach any problems in a relationship and fix it…either for themselves, their cause, or for the other person. They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it, even if this can get them into trouble.”
proper-princess:
It’s good to be back: proper-princess: Theresa walked with Gary in silence for awhile,…
proper-princess:
Theresa walked with Gary in silence for awhile, noting that he was probably thinking about last year.
“Yes, it does seem strange that he figured it out. It…
Rigged games? Eesh. Theresa surveyed the various stalls critically. She shouldn’t have expected much else from a place like this. Of course, there were ways to win games…even the rigged sort. Gary could figure it out.
She trailed behind Gary as he approached a certain stall, where a little person was sitting in a glass case, where (presumably) you could dunk him into the water below him if you hit the target. Though she’d heard of such games, she’d never had the chance to actually play or see it in action. It seemed a bit petty but…
Gary held out a grimy baseball towards her, giving her the first chance to play. She rolled her eyes at him, but returned the smirk.
“Oh, how unfair! You know my aim’s terrible! I suppose it’s worth a try though…”
Grabbing one of the cheap, tatty baseballs, Theresa pulled back her arm, pursed her lips in concentration, and flung the ball. It flew towards the wall holding the target, and missed by a foot or so. Well…at least it hadn’t landed away from the stall.
She was just about to turn to Gary to comment on her shoddy throwing skills, when the small man in the case jeered at her.
“Ha! I knew it! Your aim’s as bad as your getup! I bet you spend more time thinkin’ of your richy-rich junk than you do anything else. Bet that heads full of hot air. Makeup and hot air. Ha hahaha!”
His loud, grating voice unnerved her. His comments got under her skin; her fashion and self-image were touchy subjects. Some dirty carny wasn’t going to make her feel this way! This little know-nothing thought he could say these things and get away with it?! Get away with insulting her? Hmph.
Brows furrowed and a grimace on her face, she snatched the next ball. The little man laughed even more, and teased her loudly about her bad aim. She’d never be able to hit that target. She’d never be able to dunk him. She’d never get anywhere close to the target. She’d miss the wall entirely. She’d drop the ball, she’d miss and pout. The man’s shouting and jeering got louder.
Theresa lifted the ball, glanced quickly above the case and threw the ball high. Her direct aim may have been shoddy, but this was a much larger target. And she had some motivation behind this. The baseball twirled in the air and fell towards the opening in the top of the case. With a satisfying smack, the ball pelted onto the man. It then rolled off of the cursing freak and plopped into the water.
A smile on her face, Theresa let out a small, amused chuckle, pushed back a small curl of hair that had fallen out of place, and crossed her arms.
Oh, this game was plenty petty. Definitely. But it was turning out to be very fun. She vaugely wondered if anyone had actually hit the man inside the case before.
Of course she still hadn’t won. And there was one ball left.
She turned to Gary expectantly, wondering how he’d react and if his aim was good enough to finally dunk the little dolt who’d tried to insult her.
OOC: I’ve had no time/inspiration to RP lately soooo, here’s some photos of my cut. Its scarred over now, but I took the pictures 2 days ago when it was still rather red. The scar has actually gotten longer and has moved over my eye more (I’m guessing this has something to do with growing skin?)
Anyways, I’m happy with it, ha ha. It’s pretty cool. Though my brother (who’s finally played Bully. FINALLY.) is a bit weirded out by it. He says I look completely like a female Gary now. Silly brother, its on the opposite side anyways. (I looked like a female Gary before? Whut? Is it the nose? :T )
ooc: You’re becoming Gary because you have a cat? /missing the point
OOC: Ha ha! No nononono, I now have a pretty big cut across my left eyebrow from when my cat scratched me. Its the cut/scar.
thatcroatianchick-deactivated20 asked: I still wouldn't trust him.
I think I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Think of some of the people you put your trust in!
But thanks for the concern.
proper-princess:
Theresa walked with Gary in silence for awhile, noting that he was probably thinking about last year.
“Yes, it does seem strange that he figured it out. It seemed like he’s not that bright. Ah well, like I said…at least you tried. No need to focus on the bad right now.”
…
As Gary led her along, Theresa noticed the that the carnival seemed really crowded. Was it always like this? They stopped in the area off to the side, where she assumed the ride was. She noticed the tracks uphill from a stall, but her heart fell when she noticed the line. Annoyed, she let out a small huff. Couldn’t these people have gone to a different ride? This was supposed to be special, and they’d gone and ruined it!
She turned to Gary, (who she noticed had an equally annoyed look on his face) and was about to question whether they should just resign themselves to waiting, when he asked her if he could just win her a prize instead.
The games around the park looked a bit less crowded than the rides, and it would be fun to watch Gary win something for her. She’d been looking forward to the Go-Karts, but she tried to hide her disappointment. Gary was trying to come up with somthing new, and it was only polite to go along with it. He’d find a way to make it fun.
“Oh! Uh…alright. Are there any good games? I’m sure you could win me something impressive.”
OOC: A few nights ago my cat was startled in the middle of the night and jumped onto my face.
Her claws dug right in and I was left with a large gash. That’s started to scar. Across my left eyebrow. Straight up from my eye.
