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Post by LOGAN MATHIEU on Jul 26, 2011 18:26:19 GMT -5
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[/div] so raise your glass, tonight was a big night. or it was going to be. he was sure of it. logan had sent invites to every student on campus. on the day they had received their invites their had been a constant buzz from people. they all talked about the toga party and how awesome it would be. and to be honest, logan was pleased. he felt like he and sebastian had arranged what could turn out to be the party of the year. they had made sure to buy a whole lot of alcohol. logan knew from experience that people here at sorbonne really liked alcohol, so they had bought what seemed like a whole liquor store. it was stored in several fridges. and now he was walking around the abandoned windmill decorating the last of it. and then he stopped and looked at it. he was done. now the party could begin. logan walked over at sebastian handing him a beer and placed a hand around his shoulder. "we did it, man. now we just need to throw on our toga's and the party can begin." he said and attempted a high five.
after that he walked a little away from seb and started stripping so he was wearing nothing but a fresh pair of boxers. all white of course. and then he threw hid toga over his head and found the matching gold band that was meant for his and sebastian's togas only. to show the rest of the students who were in change. as a last touch he placed the gold wreath on his head and walked back to sebastian. then he turned on the music. "are we ready?" he asked and took a big gulp of his beer. a few, click, LET THE PARTY BEGIN! [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by SEBASTIAN WILDE on Jul 26, 2011 18:59:06 GMT -5
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Alcohol. Well, plenty of alcohol if you wanted to be precise about it. That was the key ingredient to what Sebastian believed to be needed for the best party. Of course, due to their location, it was pretty easy to get but he’d been suckered into parties that had been fairly pathetic when people were scrapping over any beer they could find. No, that wouldn’t happen this time. After all, it was he and his best friend Logan who were organising it. Both of them had enough experience in this situation alone never mind together and it was showing. The decorations were pretty much done; he’d polished off his first beer whilst he had supposedly been ‘working’ and all that was left now were the people to turn up and get involved.
Sebastian rolled his shoulders and having only just placed his empty bottle down, gratefully took the one being offered to him by Logan. He grinned widely at the guy, returning the high five with extra fervour when his excitement started to take hold. ”Dude, it’s been too long since there’s been a decent party. This is gonna be a good one, I can tell.” As he finished speaking, Seb threw his clothes off with a practised ease and pulled his toga over his head that was exclusive for them both. It would do nothing to ease his huge ego already but you wouldn’t see him complaining.
“Of course I’m ready. What kind of question is that?” Seb rolled his eyes playfully and stopped by Logan, giving him a genuine yet rare honest smile. ”The place looks amazing, dude.” Moving on, he drank from his beer healthily, his eyes dancing over the plentiful supply of alcohol. Grinning back at Logan, he finished ”The alcohol looks even better. People are gonna be smaaaaashed.” That idea sat pretty well with him, unsurprisingly. People were a lot more forgiving with his blunt personality when they didn’t have any inhibitions.
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Post by JASON EVERTON on Jul 28, 2011 10:53:12 GMT -5
Typically, Jason Everton would not be the first one to show up to parties; He'd wait until he knew it was in full swing and everyone was already having fun. But being as he was already dressed in his toga and had bought an extra keg, just in case, he headed walked across the field toward the two guys already preparing. "Oi! Mates! Care to give me a hand?
[/color]" He yelled out to Logan and Sebastian, grinning goofily at their gold sashes. He should have expected, from a perfoming arts major like Logan, that the party outdo all he'd been to before. Seeing the decorations almost made him feel as though he were stepping back into Ancient Greek times. As he approached, however, he felt even more foolish for purchasing the keg; There was so much alcohol here that he'd be lucky if he didn't crawl back to his dorm! " When'll the girls get here?[/color]" he asked with a smirk, knowing that it wouldn't be a party until there were girls here. After all, who wanted to be at a sausage fest? There was one girl in particular who he couldn't wait to see, especially in a toga. If she showed up, that was. The beauty he had in mind was a rather shy girl who he was pretty sure didn't attend these sort of things much, but as she said she'd be here, he'd just have to wait and see...[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by AIMÉE DEPAUL on Jul 29, 2011 14:49:17 GMT -5
Aimée wandered around the field slowly for a few minutes. It was nice to see everyone having a good time. She half wondered how everyone could be so.. carefree. She had to study, and do three essays, and then with the stupid murders.. She hoped she'd be able to just let go and have a good time like them. She had been so uptight and paranoid lately; she knew she had most certainly not been acting like herself. She searched each crowd and each small group for a familiar face, but didn't see one.
She almost contemplated going back to the dorm when, finally, she spotted someone. She walked over to Jason, wrapping her arms around him in a small hug. "Hi," she said with a smile. She looked over at Logan and Sebastian and gave a little wave. Aimée had never formally met them, but she knew very well who they were. Honestly, who didn't? "Hello," she said sweetly to them, absentmindedly glancing over her shoulder.
outfit: click
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