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Post by Amanda Blaine on Sept 1, 2006 6:19:43 GMT -5
Only Dacey and Master Ryuji may post in this forum.
Dacey & Master Ryuji:
Post back and forth your "dance" description. It can be any kind of dance. We will vote on the best description/dance at the end of the dance. You may want to PM a little to plan it.
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Post by Dacey Roberts on Sept 1, 2006 6:27:08 GMT -5
Dacey was a little nervous about dancing with a teacher. There was nothing romantic about the arrangements; Dacey's father was a friend of Ryuji's and wanted Ryuji to be her "escort." Apparently this sort of thing was normal in his social circles. Dacey thought it was anything but normal. All of the other students were going with students. She would be seen in public dancing with a teacher.
Well, I had better make the best of it. You probably wouldn't go otherwise, since that Harem girl is going with Nathan. Some girls have all the luck.
As this wasn't a real date, Dacey was meeting Master Ryuji halfway there, so she got her things together, checked her reflection in the mirror, proud of her pink gown she had mailed to the school for this purpose, and walked out of her dorm room to meet him.
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Post by Ryuji on Sept 6, 2006 11:58:59 GMT -5
Master Ryuji walked out of the dojo, straightening his gi. He pretty much lived there. But he had put on his best gi for the occasion, and headed out He knew the girl had to be unhappy with the arrangment, but he would try to show her a good time. Until he tried to dance that is! Master Ryuji was a TERRIBLE dancer - the closest he came was Kata, in karate. He saw her up ahead and hastened to meet her.
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Post by Dacey Roberts on Sept 6, 2006 13:54:35 GMT -5
Dacey bowed when she saw Master Ryuji and greeted him, her face turning red as she realised she was about to go to the dance. With a teacher. With the dignity that was drilled into her from a life with her parent's odd social ideas, she held her arm out for Master Ryuji to escort her, the picture of proper elegance, hiding her displeasure quite well, she thought.
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Post by Ryuji on Sept 7, 2006 8:41:00 GMT -5
Master Ryuji took Dacey's arm as elegantly as possible and headed toward the Sanctum.
"This is ackward, isn't it?" He said, sheepishly, to Dacey. "But really, this'll be fun." He smiled at her and led the way in through the door. "So, how is your father?" He asked as the entered the room.
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Post by Dacey Roberts on Sept 7, 2006 9:56:13 GMT -5
Dacey flushed. Here she was, entering the first dance at her new school, and she was talking to an old man about her father.
"He's fine," she said faintly, "Just the same parties and cotillions an things." Dacey was very aware of the other students looking at he as she entered the room.
Go ahead and stare! she thought fiercely. At least my partner can dance... I hope...
She looked at the crowded dance floor. She didn't even really like to dance, but it would make it so she didn't have to talk about her family.
"Do you want to dance?" she asked Master Ryuji, looking slightly desperate.
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Post by Ryuji on Sept 7, 2006 11:43:01 GMT -5
Ryuji laughed. "I would love to dance, but I severely hope you wore your steel-toed-boots today!" he said, taking her hand, fatherly, not sexual in any way, and leading her to the dance floor.
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Post by Dacey Roberts on Sept 7, 2006 15:21:28 GMT -5
Dacey smiled, a little worried. Fortunately, Master Ryuji didn't weigh too much.
Good thing I didn't wear those sandals.
The music changed to a slow song, which was actually a good thing as Dacey had lots of experience with state dinners and proper formal dancing. She faced Ryuji and placed one hand on his shoulder, allowing him to pick up her other hand. They began a stately dance, turning this somewhat romantic song into dance fit for a proper ball.
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Post by Ryuji on Sept 7, 2006 20:11:18 GMT -5
Ryuji clumsily took her hand, with as much grace as he could muster, and tried to lead her along the floor. It was clear, though, that Dacey had far more experience than the short grey-haired man in front of her.
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Post by Dacey Roberts on Sept 8, 2006 5:25:20 GMT -5
Dacey sighed. He really was no prince charming, at least not for her, but she would be polite and try to make this a decent dance. She stepped gently in a memorized courtly dance, a simple one so as not to confuse poor Ryuji. She hoped he could follow her lead, since he wasn't really taking charge here. She twirled around a bit to get more into the mood for dancing and then smiled as the tempo picked up a bit. Now she didn't have to dance so structured. As rocked from side to side and looked around the dance and could see Harem dancing with Nathan. The cute Fredrick was dancing with some second year that she didn't recognize. Everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves.
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Post by Ryuji on Sept 8, 2006 9:13:15 GMT -5
Ryuji let her lead, knowing he must be embarassing her. Her father had asked him to escort her, but he, stupidly, hadn't thought he'd be dancing. He had thought they'd stand around and watch people. Much more his style. But as the case was, it was a dance, and he would dance. Well, at least HE'D have fun. They were simply rocking back and forth at the moment, but he had heard that this was a contest, so he attempted to elegantly twirl her around with one hand. He was happy she was short, because, at five foot four, he was kind of small himself. But he could spin her pretty well at least. 'Maybe this is a step-for-step dance?!' he thought with alarm. Dacey though, was....
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Post by Dacey Roberts on Sept 9, 2006 14:15:52 GMT -5
smiling elegantly as he twirled her. She liked being twirled. It was one of her favorite things to do at a dance. It made her feel so free. Most of the old stiffs at her father's parties wouldn't bother even to dance with her, much less to use the effort to twirl her. He's nice. she thought.
She started to loosen up a bit. She didn't mind being in public. She was used to it. She contemplated dancing silly, doing the moonwalk or some other rediculous dance, but thought Ryuji might be embarrased.
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Post by Ryuji on Sept 9, 2006 16:39:38 GMT -5
Ryuji grinned in a sneaky way, as the song ended and another, faster song began. "If you don't mind being embarassed," Master Ryuji whispered sneakily, "let's pick this up. Lets make something up!" He threw caution to the wind and boogied down, shaking his hips and butt, swinging his arms to the up-tempo music. Dacey was...
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Post by Dacey Roberts on Sept 9, 2006 18:45:22 GMT -5
slightly taken aback at the sudden change in Ryuji's demeanor. How old was he, anyway? Shrugging, she joined in, even pretending she was swimming. Dances were supposed to be fun, right? She waved her arms through the air and then stuck them straight from her sides to twirl around.
Oh, I'm supposed to be dancing with him. I guess I got a bit carried away.
Dacey stepped a little closer to him, smiling in gratification because he hadn't stuck quite so strictly to tradition as she was used to. It was nice to let loose every once in a while.
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Post by Ryuji on Sept 9, 2006 18:58:04 GMT -5
Ryuji was laughing to himself as he danced. At the moment, he was doing the egyptian. He then took her hands and spun around, faster and faster, more a game then a dance, trying to see who would let go first.
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