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Classic University was holding a prom dance out in the garden of the school. Why the university was using their funding for a prom dance was unknown, but anyone who was someone was going to the prom. There were a lot of good candidates in the running and everyone wanted to see how the drama would go down before the traditional prom debate started. The garden flourished with red rose bushes and gorgeous precision on the hedges encasing the garden and funneling a unique maze path for the students to attempt to figure out. In the center of the garden was a massive gazebo typically for concert events, but now had tables and fairylights decking the stage. There were cute little desserts and there was a clear amount of effort made by the prom committee.
Rumor had it that whoever won prom king and queen not only got first pick on their classes and more funding for their sororities, but also were able to create three new changes to the school each. Considering many of those chosen were quite questionable... No one knew how things were going to turn out tonight or more importantly the morning after.
Glow stood off to the side, her emerald eyes were wide like the full moon above them which meant she was buzzed on the secret herb she typically only used when things got out of control. There were a disturbing amount of serial killers including herself. She wasn't about to get offed out from the competition by consuming the wrong drink or letting someone knock her out when she wasn't paying attention. If she won prom queen she would get to sign up for the professional ice-cream making class that typically made you take three rudimentary classes before taking the big one at the end. And she wanted to make FREE pizza Fridays her first decree of three at the school. And then probably use the other two for non food related activities.
Glow wore black heels that spiraled up her ankles like a snake decorated with white gems. Her black dress was soft, yet tight to the skin reaching all the way past her feet forcing her to lift up her dress when she wished to walk. There was a long slit in her dress reaching above the knee and white gems that lead up from her chest to around her neck wearing matching cheap diamond earrings. Her hair was held up by a silver dragon clasp in the back making her hair look like a river of fire behind herself. If she was the only one that wore a prom dress and the rest were casual... Well actually she wouldn't care at all, it would be the first time she'd be the best dressed.
Kotori wasn't sure what to do. He had a suit wrapped in special dry cleaner plastic on a hanger and still wasn't dressed. He was nominated, but he was afraid to go in.
Autumn stood off to the, she had a long strawberry blond ponytail flowing over her shoulder blades wearing a seafoam colored short just above the knee dress. The dress had rippled fabric flowing down the chest piece and across the straps. The bottom skirt of the dress was wide and was bloomed open like a flower. She was there to support Fox, but maybe also find a dance partner...
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Marchosias smiled to those he passed on his way into the school, baby blues seemingly extra bright tonight. Obviously captivated by the event, though it was hard to tell if it was because he was nominated for prom king or simply because Marchosais loved an excuse to party. His walk through the halls was perceived by the sound of the heel on his dress shoes cracking across the tile, giving a crooked grin to the few he passed on his way to the gym. He didn't stop to chat though, Marchosais was not the type to make idle chitchat when there was a main event on the other side of the doors.
Pushing inside though proved to be lackluster, it seemed the night was still early and the gym was sparsely occupied. More attendees would of-course be rolling in but for now it seemed Marchosais was one of the early birds. He hated it. Running a hang through his messy cropped short brown hair he hummed to himself scanning for anyone familiar. He almost missed her on first glance, though as the strawberry blonde shifted her brilliant hair caught his eye.
While not deeply familiar with her, they had spoken before and he knew she was the friendly talkative sort. The slim fitted red suit with black accents was perhaps more colorful than one might expect, but Marchosais had never been afraid of standing out in the crowd. "Glow." He drawled in a low greeting as he neared her, "don't you look ravishing. If I were into the female form I might ask you on a date."
