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Post by Osiris on Jun 14, 2008 8:54:11 GMT -5
Leading Isis by the hand, Osiris made his way confidently through the throng of people, to the centre of the dance floor. He wasn't going to hang around... tonight was all about having fun, and hopefully proving a point in the process. As they reached their destination, an uptempo, happy number came on, and Osiris began to throw shapes, apparently lacking a care in the world. Every so often, he cast an eye in one direction or other, trying to spot a clue to the identity of those under the masks.  |
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Post by Isis on Jun 15, 2008 4:03:48 GMT -5
Isis laughed heartily at the strange and wonderful shapes her dance partner was throwing. She herself cared not for what others thought and gladly danced along, her own dancing not as superious as others. She could see many masked faces around her, but the one mask she looked for she could not see. "Having fun?" She shouted over the music to her companion.
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Post by Isis on Jun 15, 2008 4:06:04 GMT -5
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Post by Osiris on Jun 15, 2008 15:50:09 GMT -5
"But of course," he said, jovially. "Good company, bad music, what more could one want?" He was beginning to lose himself in the music. To forget about all the hassles of the last year- to forget about her. Just kicking back, and making a minor fool of yourself, in the company of a pretty girl who actually looked like she was enjoying his company. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. |
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Post by Isis on Jun 16, 2008 7:12:53 GMT -5
Isis smirked under her mask. Revenge maybe? She thought to herself as she stood back a little to let her partner go mad with his moves. At least he was enjoying himself, she was glad to admit. The last date she had, he cowered everytime she spoke. This man wasn't at all threatened by her. That bought a smile to her lips. "Aren't everyone's costumes great?! I must congratulate you on ours. We look great!"
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Post by Osiris on Jun 16, 2008 14:40:14 GMT -5
"That we do," he said, proudly. "One of my better ideas, I must say." Particularly the mask that covers my entire face, he thought, with a grim sense of satisfaction. With an apt sense of timing, the music changed, and he moved in closer, placing his hand firmly in the middle of his date's back. "Shall we?" he asked, ever the gentleman. |
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Post by Isis on Jun 17, 2008 4:15:41 GMT -5
"For sure" Isis said, putting her hand on her partner's shoulder and holding her hand out for him to take. "Do you know how to dance without throwing your body around the dance floor?" she asked cheekily but wondering what she was about to let herself in for.
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Post by Osiris on Jun 17, 2008 11:17:03 GMT -5
"Mine? Yes. Yours? Not so much,' he teased his date. Being this relaxed was quite a novel feeling, he mused. He began to lead his partner, carefully ( ;D) around the dancefloor, thinking about absolutely nothing beyond the next step, and being very glad of it.
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Post by Isis on Jun 18, 2008 3:20:22 GMT -5
Couldn't help but laugh as Osiris led her around the dance floor, her feet leaving the floor a number of times as he swang her around. She was beginning to feel relaxed and care free, her earlier plans slipping from her mind as she danced them away. "Where did you learn to dance?" She asked him, her hand clasped in his.
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