Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

[mechanicalmice.livejournal.com]

When; March 28, sunset into evening and beyond!
Rating; G to PG-13?
Characters; anyone and everyone
Summary; The dance is upon us and the deities have done their very best to light up the Square. Students and staff alike have been invited, date or no date. Those who aren't cursed may still come to take in the decorations, the food, the entertainment, and the merriment... or they can take pictures for blackmail when this is over.
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[ooc: This is an open log for the Fast Times at City High Curse Dance event! Tags can be open or directed specifically to another character, label those subject lines accordingly. Feel free to NPC wait staff and what not. Oh and have fun!]

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[maitre-de-carte.livejournal.com]

"One would hope as much, Mr Sutcliff," he replied commandingly, his eyes growing sharper as he stared to that red-haired man. There he was, yet again, becoming rather swept away in his usual flourishes. It almost made Alexis wish to remind him further of his place, but now was hardly the time for it. It was a slight infraction, one that would need remedying in the future, which he planned on for a time when it would be more convenient.

He paused, eyeing them both patiently as he thought over such terms of punishment for a brief moment. "Of course, I do hope you didn't give him too much trouble--" his stare darted back to Megumi with that cunning smile-- "That simply wouldn't have been the done thing, you realise." And certainly she hadn't, but rubbing in salt over that wound could be paralysing. He knew Megumi would understand, of course; it was rather disgraceful of a woman to leave a man for his own son.

[roseblooms.livejournal.com]

Grell's behaviour did nothing to soothe her--if anything, the more he spoke, the more she realized how twisted this entire thing had become. The moment Alexis looked back at her, she stiffened, inwardly feeling aggravated at the fact that he would think she was giving him trouble, when he'd been the one insistent on having her company under his command.

But then the underlying words stood out and she felt her heart race at a sickening pace. He'd done this to make sure she didn't do anything that would harm their- his image. He was one of the City's generous patrons for the schools, and she was--

Without realizing, her hand had moved to her chest, her breaths short though she did well in hiding it, and she kept her gaze locked with his, before breaking it and looking towards the entrance.

"Won't you both come inside? It's quite chilly out here." Ignoring the both of their comments, she steadied herself-- Cain was in there, and he'd see and this would--

She didn't want to lose hope, but looking back at the two, she began to have the most sinking feeling that things were going to go exactly the way he wanted them to, until and unless they did something drastic...

"And it would look quite bad if I weren't to accompany my own fiancé." She commented, a hint of dryness to her tone, before she sighed, trying to curb the sorrow building up within. One more night.

One last chance...

Cain... What are we going to do now...?

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

It was apparent Grell was still somewhat fascinated, the way he looked at her, like a hungry predator, eyes narrow, but smiling nonetheless. He knew who had the power here, yes, but he'd always been a rule breaker- a dog who's leash needed be kept tight, and yanked back time and again. His loyalty could be bought and sold, and while bought, while he was kept entertained- yes. His loyalty was solid enough.

That was the only thing keeping him in line at this moment, anyway.

"Ara, yes~" He murmured, straightening once more, dusting his crimson coat tails briskly, and adjusting the tight, feminine black gloves over his nimble fingers.

"Shall we go in, Lord Hargreaves?" The proper deference, given before it became an afterthought. "Oh- Ah, perhaps it best I leave your fiancee to you? As much a joy as it was escorting her, I'm afraid she's become most cross with me"

[maitre-de-carte.livejournal.com]

What a disappointment to her, his presence now-- it wasn't hard to guess, especially once he had learned of her sordid affair with his own son, that she would be terribly upset were they both separated. But, in all honesty, it was for the best. The name he had made of himself, all to be shattered in one simple tryst, and really, his son was far cleverer than that to toss it all away for desire like this. Megumi had made quite a fool of Cain, in a manner of speaking, and retribution in the form of equal humiliation was in order; fortunately, it helped that she was hardly unattractive. It made the entire situation more bearable and believable.

Yes, again, he reminded himself of the fortune that had come his way in this matter-- Grell had been most helpful in his role, even if he had stepped over a certain boundary. Again, though, that was a problem that could easily be solved. Alexis simply glanced coolly at the other man, almost rounding on him as he stepped in closer to Megumi. "Perhaps you've the right idea, Mr Sutcliff," he replied, smirking slightly now even as narrowed eyes stared Grell down. As though he were issuing a declaration of propriety, his hand reached suddenly for Megumi's closest wrist, then sliding down to let his fingers interlace with her own. There was always a chain of command, and he was reticent to let Grell forget that in this matter.

[roseblooms.livejournal.com]

It had been unintentional, but when her attraction to Cain had been strong, his attraction had practically taken him over. She could barely recall a time they hadn't loved each other now, and that's what made this all the more sickening. She still recalled her grandmother, her fingers threaded in her hair as she hissed the cold words in her ear, he's saving you from humiliation, you ungrateful little harlot, and you will do well to agree before you taint our family further with your antics-- and that insult, the abuse and the triumph that shone in their eyes when she'd been brought before Cain, on the arm of his father, had torn her inside.

Just eighteen, at the time of the scandal's crescendo. So many possibilities, so many dreams shattered in that instant-- the youngest of Trinity Hall's staff, a genius with a blossoming career in music and magic-- locked into a binding pact to keep her from progressing any further with him. And at the heart of it all, Alexis Hargreaves, with those cold eyes that had watched her with that chilling gaze, emerging the possible victor had she not begged. Thrown her pride to the ground and begged to be allowed one more year, to restore her name-- no longer as the tutor for the prestigious Hargreaves family's oldest son, but as who she originally came to them as.

One year of freedom.

That felt like it was being taken from her once again as she felt those fingers trail over her wrist, and she controlled the shiver of discomfort as his fingers met with hers. She returned a hesitant hold, not facing him, before Grell's words cut through her thoughts and she looked up at him, then at Alexis, keeping her expression neutral as she replied, "I could hardly be cross with someone I never knew." A laugh, forced-- but so natural, gaze devoid of mirth.

"Shall we, then?" A happy couple. That's all they were. A marriage in summer, a union of respect. They were nothing more, nothing else to the world.

And with this, Alexis Hargreaves was ensuring that they would remain so, to the eyes of Cain, as well.

She couldn't have hated him more for it, and prayed that whatever was to come-- Cain would be spared any pain from it all.

[deathbutler.livejournal.com]

Grell showed no care for the cutting bite in either of their words. Not for, perhaps you've the right idea, and not for someone I never knew. The play unfolding before his mirth-filled eyes was too beautiful to despair unto now, the tragedy, the drama...

"Then I must beg my leave~" Sing-song, and the teacher who taught only as hobby, and did far more disturbing things for income and satisfaction, bent the knee, a courtly bow, before he turned to go, brushing his long hair back behind an ear and offering one last sadistic smile thrown back.

"My blessings on the happy couple." Two, or three, could play at the game of words that stung.