Post by Midnight on Jun 18, 2006 20:32:21 GMT -5
{Time: Today}
{Plot: Everything can stay the same... except for genders. If your character was a boy, now they are a girl and vice-versa. Their personality and names can change to match it if necessary. Please join! (Example: Marie Adams = Mark Adams, Jasper Jones = Jasmine Jones... creepy!)}
He wasn't the one who asked her; she had asked him. And that was the way of it. Midnight was too shy to ask a girl to dance, but he still liked it enough to come. He even knew Jasmine, but that didn't make him any more willing. So she had asked him. And he was enjoying it in spite of himself. He even smiled now and again, a sweet smile.
Jasmine smiled as well, but that was usual for her. The white smile shone out of her tanned face beneath her coppery red hair as she let her body flow from Midnight's hand. Midnight was not the best of dancers, but he could lead well enough. His moves, although usually somewhat simple, were well-defined and Jasmine usually knew what he was trying to communicate through his hands and body that he wanted her to do. Some men were difficult to understand. Swing dancing was a whole language, a language of the body. And Jasmine Jones loved it. Her long red hair spun out around her and her sky blue skirt twirled nicely.
Finally, Midnight lead Jasmine back to her seat. "I hope you enjoyed yourself," he said, looking down. Even with the sunglasses hiding his red-on-black eyes, he was constantly trying to turn them away. "I need to get back to the School now. I have a lot of homework," he said, running his hand through his short dark brown hair. That was one of his nervous habits. The other was tugging on the piercing in his left ear.
"Of course I enjoyed it!" Jasmine replied. "I don't have a dance partner, so I'm always happy when you show up." She gave a short cursty, smiling all the while. "Good luck with the homework."
Midnight gave a half smile and then headed for the door, shuffling his large cargo pants. His shirt was a black one, although not as tight as a muscle shirt, it still was not as loose as most people wore them. He opened the door and stepped into the night. Soon there came the sound of an engine roaring and a black motorcycle sped away.
Jasmine looked after Midnight, her brow furrowed. He was so quiet and so emo... and one of her only friends. She felt some responsibility toward him as well. But within moments, someone else had asked her to dance and she perked right back up. Dancing could do that to her.
Midnight pulled into the garage, flipping out the kickstand and killing the engine with a swift movement. He unlocked the keys from the side of his Honda Shadow YMX and locked his helmet into the convinient lock on the side of the bike. Shoving the keys in his pocket, he proceeded to tip-toe quietly back into the mansion.
"Your late," came an unexpected voice from a chair in the entryway.
Midnight's strong hands flew up and black smoke seemed to pour out of them, covering the entryway. It was not that he was hiding: the darkness would give him away just as much as actually being seen. It was that he was suprised and that was his typical reaction.
The small black boy got up off the chair, feeling his way, his glittering slitted yellow eyes useless. Even at night, he could usually see infrared, but the blackness stopped all light waves, including those usually unseen. He knew it also muffled his voice, something that he still couldn't figure out. So he stood up, trying to get Midnight to see he was no threat. It was the only way of communicating when trapped in this darkness, or so he had heard.
Midnight sighed, annoyed at the sight of Nol Rich (Not a mispelling, I did that intentionally) and clenched his hands, drawing the blackness back into him. It made him even more tired, while releasing it gave him strength. "What are you doing, Rich?" he demanded, using the boy's last name just to show him he had no friendly feelings toward him. He probably should have been a little nicer; after all, Nol did catch him coming in late and he could get in trouble for that.
Nol could not resist giving a slight shiver as the blackness drifted away from him once again. It wasn't natural, even in the sense of mutant powers. While it made him uneasy, it also gave him a thrill: being near power could do that. "I was bored," he shrugged, sitting back down. "Everyone in my dorm is asleep, so I thought I would talk to the people who were out late."
Midnight finally removed his sunglasses, dropping them into a deep cargo pocket and revealing his red-on-black eyes. "If you hadn't noticed, people coming in late don't like to talk to the person who catches them," he glared, then turned his broad back to Nol and stalked away to his dorm room.
"See yah," Nol replied, a little late. He wasn't going to start being rude, even to Midnight. Then, he turned his yellow eyes back in the direction of the door, using his infrared to see if anyone else was coming.
{Plot: Everything can stay the same... except for genders. If your character was a boy, now they are a girl and vice-versa. Their personality and names can change to match it if necessary. Please join! (Example: Marie Adams = Mark Adams, Jasper Jones = Jasmine Jones... creepy!)}
He wasn't the one who asked her; she had asked him. And that was the way of it. Midnight was too shy to ask a girl to dance, but he still liked it enough to come. He even knew Jasmine, but that didn't make him any more willing. So she had asked him. And he was enjoying it in spite of himself. He even smiled now and again, a sweet smile.
Jasmine smiled as well, but that was usual for her. The white smile shone out of her tanned face beneath her coppery red hair as she let her body flow from Midnight's hand. Midnight was not the best of dancers, but he could lead well enough. His moves, although usually somewhat simple, were well-defined and Jasmine usually knew what he was trying to communicate through his hands and body that he wanted her to do. Some men were difficult to understand. Swing dancing was a whole language, a language of the body. And Jasmine Jones loved it. Her long red hair spun out around her and her sky blue skirt twirled nicely.
Finally, Midnight lead Jasmine back to her seat. "I hope you enjoyed yourself," he said, looking down. Even with the sunglasses hiding his red-on-black eyes, he was constantly trying to turn them away. "I need to get back to the School now. I have a lot of homework," he said, running his hand through his short dark brown hair. That was one of his nervous habits. The other was tugging on the piercing in his left ear.
"Of course I enjoyed it!" Jasmine replied. "I don't have a dance partner, so I'm always happy when you show up." She gave a short cursty, smiling all the while. "Good luck with the homework."
Midnight gave a half smile and then headed for the door, shuffling his large cargo pants. His shirt was a black one, although not as tight as a muscle shirt, it still was not as loose as most people wore them. He opened the door and stepped into the night. Soon there came the sound of an engine roaring and a black motorcycle sped away.
Jasmine looked after Midnight, her brow furrowed. He was so quiet and so emo... and one of her only friends. She felt some responsibility toward him as well. But within moments, someone else had asked her to dance and she perked right back up. Dancing could do that to her.
Midnight pulled into the garage, flipping out the kickstand and killing the engine with a swift movement. He unlocked the keys from the side of his Honda Shadow YMX and locked his helmet into the convinient lock on the side of the bike. Shoving the keys in his pocket, he proceeded to tip-toe quietly back into the mansion.
"Your late," came an unexpected voice from a chair in the entryway.
Midnight's strong hands flew up and black smoke seemed to pour out of them, covering the entryway. It was not that he was hiding: the darkness would give him away just as much as actually being seen. It was that he was suprised and that was his typical reaction.
The small black boy got up off the chair, feeling his way, his glittering slitted yellow eyes useless. Even at night, he could usually see infrared, but the blackness stopped all light waves, including those usually unseen. He knew it also muffled his voice, something that he still couldn't figure out. So he stood up, trying to get Midnight to see he was no threat. It was the only way of communicating when trapped in this darkness, or so he had heard.
Midnight sighed, annoyed at the sight of Nol Rich (Not a mispelling, I did that intentionally) and clenched his hands, drawing the blackness back into him. It made him even more tired, while releasing it gave him strength. "What are you doing, Rich?" he demanded, using the boy's last name just to show him he had no friendly feelings toward him. He probably should have been a little nicer; after all, Nol did catch him coming in late and he could get in trouble for that.
Nol could not resist giving a slight shiver as the blackness drifted away from him once again. It wasn't natural, even in the sense of mutant powers. While it made him uneasy, it also gave him a thrill: being near power could do that. "I was bored," he shrugged, sitting back down. "Everyone in my dorm is asleep, so I thought I would talk to the people who were out late."
Midnight finally removed his sunglasses, dropping them into a deep cargo pocket and revealing his red-on-black eyes. "If you hadn't noticed, people coming in late don't like to talk to the person who catches them," he glared, then turned his broad back to Nol and stalked away to his dorm room.
"See yah," Nol replied, a little late. He wasn't going to start being rude, even to Midnight. Then, he turned his yellow eyes back in the direction of the door, using his infrared to see if anyone else was coming.
