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[spencer]

Spencer had a bit of a predicament on his hands.

He was supposed to be here with Maeve. As friends--gotta remember that addendum. He’d finally worked up the courage, after having a crush on the girl since he came to the school, to well, ‘ask her out’, so-to-speak. Of course, Spencer had no backbone and his request ended up being very flippant in attempt to avoid rejection and well… He supposed going as friends was better than nothing. The dark eyes peering through the boy’s black mask were scanning the festively decorated room for the girl, as they had decided to meet separately. Maeve wasn’t the only person he was looking out for, however.

The reason he didn’t feel entirely heartbroken over Maeve’s less-than-enthusiastic agreement to be his date to the Masquerade Ball was because of a certain redhead. Even though a year-long crush on the girl would be difficult to toss to the side, the fact that he had another gorgeous girl on his mind would help that. And Anya, miraculously, seemed to reciprocate his feelings… just the thought of it made his heart pound louder in his chest, both because of his excitement from all these new emotions (a girl? Liking him?!) and because of his heated anticipation of finding her somewhere in the crowded Hall room. He wasn’t even sure she would be at the Ball, but part of him was deathly afraid she would be with another guy.

And just like that, a bubbling of insecurities rose up Spencer’s throat and he sighed at the familiar feel of inadequacy. He adjusted and then flattened his tie—black with a silk sheen, like the rest of his attire—and swallowed nervously as he pushed his way through a crowd of students along the side of the Hall who were mostly chatting with punch cups in their hands. Something in his hands sounded like a good idea to make himself feel less awkward. It wasn’t like he really planned on much dancing.

Punch cup in hand, Spencer managed to find a group of friends to cling to as he kept only part of his mind on the conversation, but most of his attention scanning the Great Hall—boy, finding two girls in this mess of gowns, masks, and up-dos was really going to be more of a challenge than he expected. Not to mention the fact that the room was bathed in darkness except for all of the ambient lighting effects. His eyes struggled to find a flash of red hair or Maeve’s familiar face behind all of the banners and streamers.

|tag: anya, maeve, danny, and anyone else!|

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 474 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Spencer, Maeve, Danny spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY Butterflies fluttered around in Anya's stomach and her heart pounded against her chest. Why was she nervous? She could handle performing in front of huge crowds, but merely the thought of seeing Spencer was getting her worked up. Anya slowed her pace slightly as she walked down the hallways, wanting to give herself a chance to calm down her frantic mind. When they first met, the pianist had assured her that his ability was ink manipulation, but she was positive by now that he also had the power to make her feel nervous and bashful. Spencer had turned into more than just some pianist that would play music for her to dance to in the past week. It wasn't just the fact that they had kissed or had been on a date that caused her think such a thing. She knew this because on the three days that she hadn't been allowed to dance (sprained muscle) she had gone to the dance room anway just to see the dark haired boy. What exactly he meant to her she couldn't quite define as her mind kept on dancing back between crush and lover. Whichever one he was Anya knew that he had proved himself to be so much more than just a human music box. Her hands lingered on the handle to the Great Hall door as she made one last attempt to try to settle the butterflies. She stood there for a second and waited for the anxious feelings to disperse, which they never did. With a long and slightly exasperated breath, the girl pushed open the door and stepped into the beautifully decorated room. The first thing that caught her eye in the room were the twinkling lights that were strung up. A small smile formed on her face as her mind wandered back to the first date she had experienced with Spencer. The restaurant they had eaten at was decorated with similar lights, and right now it was evoking the same emotions of awe and wonder while at the same time pushing down some of the nervous feelings. Next to the strings of lights that shone throughout the room, the rest of the Great Hall was also decorated with tasteful colors that gave off the feel of a beautiful night. That was exactly what Anya was hoping this dance would turn into, a beautiful night. Anya pulled her eyes away from the lights to focus on a different task, finding Spencer. Maybe the mutated gene clashed a little with the gene for blonde hair as the school seemed to have more students with dark hair than light. Nonetheless, after a minute of looking she found her dreamy pianist and walked over, still looking slightly bashful. "Hey . . ." Her brown eyes glanced over his dark attire and mask. "You look handsome." notes // Meh post

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[maeve]

Mistakes. All she seemed to be doing lately were mistakes. Agreeing to come to the ball, for example, had been an huge mistake. She should have never done it. But all things considered, it hadn't been her worst, no. If anything, accepting Spencer's invitation was only half bad when compared to the major genius act that had been telling her mother the school was holding a masquerade ball. Next thing Maeve knew she was being presented with a strange box, that according to her mother, held her dress. Now, here's one simple fact about Maeve. She doesn't do dresses. Maybe the occasional skirt, definitely shorts, but never dresses. Therefore, the female had though of finding something simple, probably black and very discreet. Really not the golden overreaction she had been greeted with. Not that Maeve didn't like the dress, quite the opposite actually... the dress was stunning. But it was just a bit too much.

The light manipulator paced back and forth outside the Great Hall, the golden skirt of her dress swishing violently with every hasty step she took. Oh, this had been a terrible terrible idea. What if Spencer got the wrong idea? She knew she should have canceled it, said she couldn't make it, that she had... something important to do... but now was too late to do it, so she would just have to deal with it. The lights in the Grand Foyer flickered, reflecting Maeve's current state of mind. Stopping abruptly, the female glared at one of the nearest light bulbs. "Oh for crying out loud, will you just cut that out?", she spat at the offending object, efficiently making it stop, as well as every other light bulb in the place.

Seriously, she was being ridiculous. She had agreed to come to the stupid ball, so now she had to go to the stupid ball, and hope for it all to be over quickly. Steadying herself, Maeve pushed the door open, and stepped inside. For a moment, her nervousness was taken over by awe as she stared at the decorations. Maeve had been to some of the schools dances before, but this time they had really outdone themselves. The place was simply breathtaking. Hazel eyes scanned the place as she tried to find Spencer (even though a part of her was hoping that she wasn't able to find him... at least she would have an excuse - an incredibly lame one - for not showing up).

It took her a while, but she managed to spot him talking to some read-head she had never seen before. Sighing, Maeve made her way through the crowd, silently scolding herself for being so childish. As she finally got near the two of them, she smiled "Sorry I'm late. I got... held back." technically, Maeve had been fighting with her self for the last half-hour or so, trying to force herself to go to the ball, but there was no need to let anyone know that was it? "That outfit looks great on you, by the way"


outfit || bleh, rambly post -.-'

[spencer]

A blur of purple and red appeared at his side as Spencer half-heartedly participated in a conversation with his friends. The familiar scarlet color grabbed his attention immediately. He turned away from the group, and there was Anya: her thin dancer’s body in a deep purple dress that hung off her frame perfectly, a decorated purple mask enhancing her bright eyes. Most importantly, she seemed to be here alone, and Spencer’s heart jumped at this discovery.

Shyly, he accepted her compliment with a quick, ”Thanks.” There was a short awkward moment where Spencer fought with himself on whether he should kiss her or not, but in his fit of self-consciousness he chickened out and instead brought his arm out to take her hand, and brought it up to give the girl a little twirl. His gaze scanned over her, picking up on the silvery, glittery details, and finally Spencer said, ”God Anya, you’re stunning!” Not ‘you look stunning’, because truly that was cutting the girl short in his eyes. His fixation on her appearance had made him entirely forget about looking for Maeve, and so when dark honey-haired girl stepped through the crowd, Spencer had a look of dumb shock on his face.

Well, this was awkward.

Maeve’s apology for being late definitely hinted that she was Spencer’s date (of sorts). Spencer seemed to almost cringe at her words. He had wanted to get through this as painlessly as possible, and perhaps if he didn’t have to acknowledge the fact that he’d brought a girl to the ball to Anya, everything would go smoothly for him. But, he wasn’t exactly sure how this was going to work. Could he compliment his date in front of Anya? Maeve really did look wonderful; Spencer didn’t realize this was the first time he’d seen her in a dress, but he did see that it was an attention-grabbing, royal-looking gown. Maeve pulled the extravagance off quite effortlessly and… Jesus, Spencer should probably quell these thoughts about Maeve with Anya right here. It was a lot easier said than done, though.

Finally, Spencer pulled himself back to the present. He smiled at Maeve’s compliment, thanking her silently. ”That’s quite a dress for someone who thinks these dances are just ‘all the same’,” he teased, quoting their conversation from the cafe.

”Oh, ah…“ he began, looking back to the redhead. Trying not to show that the situation made him uncomfortable, he forced a half-grin and motioned his hand toward Anya. ”Maeve, this is Anya—“ there was an abrupt pause here, as if Spencer was going to add on something to the tune of ‘my girlfriend’, because it felt natural, but luckily he was able to keep himself from letting the words slip. He had entirely no idea what Anya was to him because he was a wuss who couldn’t bring up the conversation. But Spencer was at least sure at this point that the girl reciprocated his feelings, unlike Maeve. He motioned over to his date: ”Anya, this is Maeve.” Should he add “my friend”? Eh, too late now.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 425 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Spencer, Maeve, Danny spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY Spencer's dark eyes shown through his mask and caused her heart to make little leaps. It seemed she got excited every time she caught of glimpse of the dark orbs. ”Thanks.” The music blared in the background and various students were basically shouting at each other just to continue a conversation. It was getting increasingly obvious that things probably wouldn't get super intimate in the loud atmosphere. Maybe the DJ would play a slow song later in the night. Oh she could only hope. The pianist's hand suddenly grabbed hers as he spun her around in a little twirl. Her purple dress fanned out beautifully before settling back down. ”God Anya, you’re stunning!” She blushed at his compliment and looked down sheepishly. A delicate hand ran through her curled hair, "You keep giving better compliments than me." Already the night was starting off amazingly, and the butterflies in her stomach and finally stopped their little flight. A quick flickering of lights announced the arrival of a well dressed brunette who was quick to say hello to the pair. "Sorry I'm late. I got... held back." Anya glanced up at Spencer, Had these two planned to meet at the dance? "That outfit looks great on you, by the way" And just like that the butterflies were back and fluttering as crazily as ever. The Russian girl bit down onto her lip so to refrain herself from digging her nails into Spencer's hand. Was the pianist some sort of polygamous cheater and Anya a fool? ”That’s quite a dress for someone who thinks these dances are just ‘all the same’,” Anya merely smiled politely, struggling to not believe the accusing thoughts that had begun to rattle her brain. Spencer had sounded so sincere and she didn't want to allow herself to give in to such jealousy. ”Oh, ah…“ Spencer looked back at her and she cast him a quick smile, still trying to reassure herself. ”Maeve, this is Anya—“ The girl contemplated whether she should lean against him, and look up with big lovey eyes like some sort of lovestruck fool. No, she wasn't going to allow herself to be the jealous type. She couldn't even be sure if anything romantic was occuring between the brunette and Spencer. She was merely a pretty girl that had happened to be looking for the pianist . . . oh that was as far from reassuring as possible. ”Anya, this is Maeve.” She forced on another smile and offered a hand to shake. "Hi there . . ." notes // Meh post

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[maeve]

Turning invisible was becoming more and more appealing with each passing moment. It would be so easy too, just sneak past someone and disappear, thus making this whole experience much more bearable. That way, she’d be able to sneak outside, and pretend she couldn’t find him. And since no one would be able to see her, it would just seem that they had missed each other. Perfect. Then why hadn’t she done it? Stupidity, pure and simple stupidity that had her thinking that it would be best to carry on with it. And now was too late to turn back and do what she had initially though about (it would be a bit too noticeable if she just disappeared in front of the two of them). Great, just great. Maybe she should just tell Spencer she wasn’t feeling all too comfortable with this idea. After all, he seemed to have company so it wasn’t be that big of a deal if she just left. Right?

To make everything better, Spencer had to comment on the dress she was wearing. Maeve felt her face heat up at the words and fumbled a bit with the skirt. “In my defence, I didn’t pick this dress and I would probably die a slow and painful death if I didn’t wear it.” She replied with a light shrug. Of course that it had been her fault, for accepting an invitation to the ball and telling her mother about it. But seriously, the woman could have picked something a bit more… discreet.

Maeve had never seen the ginger girl before. Well, her face was covered in a mask, so there was no way to guarantee that. But Maeve was certain she had never met her. Which lead to her following question, who was she? As Spencer started to introduce the two of them a frantic thought crossed her mind ‘please tell me she’s your girlfriend, please tell me she’s your girlfriend…’ sure it might increase the awkward levels a bit more, but at least it would be a perfect excuse to leave and go find someone else. ‘have you possibly gone daft? If she’s his girlfriend, why did he invite you to this stupid thing in the first place?’ Her conclusion saddened her a bit, and Spencer said nothing of the sort, instead just giving her a name. Anya.

Anya offered her a hand, and greeted her, although she seemed quite uncomfortable about the whole situation. Could it be that there was something going on the two of them? Putting those thoughts aside for the time being, Maeve merely smiled and shook her hand “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Anya.” She stated, letting her hand fall back down after the greeting.

She retreated into silence afterwards, chewing on her bottom lip as she pondered her initial idea of just apologizing to Spencer and leaving the scene. It seemed like the best thing to do really, as she wasn’t going to be a great company in her current mood. Clearing her throat, Maeve took a deep breath “Spencer? Could I talk to you for a moment?” she asked, casting a glance towards Anya “In private, if you don’t mind.”



outfit || i'm so so sorry for the delay. and the overall crappiness of this post.

[spencer]

There was an undeniable tension hanging thick in the air around the three. Spencer could feel it and attributed it to the girls. Anya could probably tell that he’d been planning to meet Maeve here, and while the explanation to that was simple, it still hurt. He wasn’t even sure of his and Anya’s status, but the brief happiness he got from seeing she was here alone was quickly fading in this awkward situation. He didn’t entirely make the connection that Anya was going through something similar by seeing him here with his probable date, but he did catch the fact that the redhead looked uncomfortable.

Speaking of uncomfortable… Maeve appeared composed and polite, but Spencer could sense something was off. She seemed out of place. Not that she didn’t look great in that dress of hers—Spencer had to consciously keep his eyes off her—but by her explanation, it seemed like she was almost forced to be in it. It was a bit discouraging.

Maeve spoke up and said his name, and Spencer was initially glad to have something pull them out of the awkward silence. ”Um, yeah, sure,” he responded automatically. Halfway through his words, his stomach dropped, realizing what he’d just agreed to. A talk… in private? This could be either very good, or… quite the opposite. ‘Good’ was highly unlikely, as most conversations that start with a variant of ‘we need to talk’ usually ended up in a terrible way. Spencer wanted to keep his outwardly-optimistic attitude, but Maeve’s face spelled trouble.

His expression showed a look of confused apprehension as he glanced over to Anya. ”Sorry, I guess ah—I’ll be right back?” Spencer shrugged one blazer-clad shoulder, sending the redhead an apologetic glance. Anxiously, he turned to Maeve before awkwardly scanning the walls of the great wall. There was a corner without a crowd of dressed-up high school kids clogging the air, so he motioned to it. ”Let’s go over there.” His heart was beating embarrassingly fast, even though he really had no reason what Maeve wanted to talk about—part of him was of course hoping she’d be professing her never-ending love for him, or something equally unlikely. But Spencer knew better than to hang too heavily on that.

[ooc: fourteen thousand apologizes guys, I’m really sorry I disappeared]

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #3c3337; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 277 ( TAGGED ) Spencer, Maeve ( OUTFIT ) clothing After Anya and Maeve shook hands there was an awkward silence within the group. One hand still intertwined with Spencer's, Anya allowed her other one to play with a frill of her dress as the uncomfortable tension grew worse. “Spencer? Could I talk to you for a moment?” Maeve's question had broke the silence, but the situation itself had not improved. It may have actually made Anya more nervous about what Spencer had been up to before he met her. “In private, if you don’t mind.” Anya resisted the urge to bite her lip and forced out another friendly smile. Don't lose your composure Anya, everything will turn out fine. Spencer looked at Anya with an apologetic look, and Anya gave him a more gentle smile. ”Sorry, I guess ah—I’ll be right back?” She allowed herself to stop fiddling with the frill of her dress in order to focus a little more on the dark haired boy. "Okay . . ." Her grew was a little quieter and she glanced away from his eyes, "I'll see you when you get back." Anya's hand reluctantly left Spencer's as he walked off with the brunette. The redhead was just pleading that he wouldn't come back with lipstick on his shirt. She hoped their conversation didn't take too long, as she wasn't sure how long she could handle standing there alone and looking like a fool. The Russian considered walking off to go get some punch but she didn't want Spencer to have to spend too much time looking for her after he was done talking with Maeve. So instead she stood where she was, her eyes flickering around the crowd for anyone or anything that could keep her busy and not just standing there like some lost puppy. NOTES: None

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